(Drawing by Maelle Doliveux, one of the actors in “The Golden Nipple Ring”)

A beast will descend on the Beast tonight! Behold the 13-foot-long dragon that will appear in “The Golden Nipple Ring” at UCB East.

For the past year, Matt Dennie and Josh Sharp have hosted a monthly variety show called Cool Shit/Weird Shit. “It’s a very East Villagey type show and we aim to do old-school performance stuff that you would’ve seen back in the day at Luna Lounge,” Dennie wrote in an e-mail, referring to the bygone Ludlow Street venue. “Stuff that is cool and weird and doesn’t fit into the typical stand-up, sketch, improv mold.”
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(Photo: Jenna Marotta)

A man was shot outside of the Borinquen Plaza Houses in Bushwick today.

We don’t yet have a description of the victim, but an officer at the crime scene shortly after 5 p.m. thought he was likely to survive. Cops on the scene were overheard saying the man, found on the ground near McKibbin Street, had been shot once in the arm and twice in the leg. A police spokesperson said it was too early to confirm any details.

The incident occurred less than a block from Humboldt Street YMCA.

The Can’t Tells have seen their slice of Bushwick evolve since moving from Boston six years ago. The trio of Berklee School of Music grads arrived in the city with a couple hundred dollars and a few garbage bags of clothing to their name. Roberta’s had just opened, serving only pizza — no heat in the building.

Each member sought to break into the NYC scene on his own, but fate had different plans. The roommates became bandmates, and last October they released their debut album, No Television, via British label Medical Records. Tonight, The Can’t Tells play Pianos at 10 p.m. Check out our Play Room session of them performing “Nothing Heavy” live in their living room for a taste of tonight’s set.

(Photo: Dylan Johnson, @giantclick)

It seems the dust has finally settled over at 285 Kent following a farewell weekend packed with frothy debauchery, nostalgia-tinged obituaries and, of course, jaded shoulder shrugs. Emerging from the haze is a consensus that the Man, in all its frightening manifestations — aka the police, stroller-pushing Williamsburg yuppies, the city’s ever increasing wealth gap, and what’s known as the Bottle Club Law — can’t kill the spirit of the underground, after-hours, and DIY that inspired 285 Kent.

So what’s next?

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(Photo: Susanna Howe)

A healthy, happy Larry Clark will set off his 71st birthday at Baby’s All Right in Williamsburg tonight with free food and drink. “By midnight we should all be fucked up,” his site promises.

The photographer-filmmaker has reason to celebrate: after a near death experience and major surgery, Clark had a minor epiphany and, earlier this month, sold off thousands of his 4×6 and 5×7 color prints for only $100 a piece — a gift to his fans who wouldn’t usually be able to afford his work.
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