The Brooklyn band of the same name is off on tour right now, but you can still see A Place to Bury Strangers (two of them, actually!) when these landmark East Village cemeteries, usually off limits, open to the public.
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If one of Peelander-Z’s superfans is insisting you go to their Brooklyn Bowl show next Sunday and you’re wondering what to expect, start by imagining a cross between GWAR and Shonen Knife. Like GWAR, the self-described “Japanese action comic punk band” claims to be from another realm (the Z area of Planet Peelander, to be exact) and each of its costumed, color-coordinated members has a distinct identity: Peelander-Purple, for instance, hails from the planet’s “dark side.” And like Shonen Knife, they sing Ramones-esque pop-punk ditties about silly things like tacos and star bowling.
As if the Ramones exhibit wasn’t enough, here’s another reason to have “Rock, Rock, Rockaway Beach” stuck in your head: the folks at the Riis Park Beach Bazaar have announced their lineup of food vendors, and it’s got us slathering sunblock on our wind-chapped faces.
Will it be as uplifting as the impromptu tributes across New York City or the Purple Rain Day second line in New Orleans? It remains to be seen, but Brooklyn Borough President Eric L. Adams has announced that he’ll host a celebration of Prince this Friday at Fort Greene Park. A press release promises three hours of his music, followed by an 8 p.m. screening of Purple Rain.
Have you seen the man in the above video?
Police believe he accosted a woman in her apartment building near Stanton and Pitt Street. The attempted rape happened Saturday around 3:20 p.m., when a man, thought to be in his late teens, rode the elevator with the 24-year-old victim, stepped off on her floor, and then groped her, pushed her against a wall, and fondled her. The man followed her to her apartment but took off when he discovered someone inside was answering the door, the police say.
The suspect is thought to be 5’2” to 5’4” and about 130 pounds.
If you’re kicking yourself for having missed Bruce doing “Purple Rain” at Barclays Center, let this further fuel your regret for having stayed in this weekend: Friday’s afterparty for the Tribeca Film Festival premiere of Shot!, a new Vice documentary about legendary rock photographer Mick Rock, was one for the record books.
It comes a little too late for the Tribeca Film Festival, but if you’re planning to head down to Battery Park City to peep those giant bunny rabbits, you might want to know that, today, celeb chef Jose Garces opens an outpost of his popular Philadelphia tapas bar, Amada, at Brookfield Place.
Sometime before 1:45 p.m. yesterday, the New York Times reported that Prince had died, via a bare-bones, two-paragraph squib citing the Associated Press. By 4:30 p.m., music writer Jon Pareles had written the beginnings of an obituary confirming the death with Prince’s publicist and a Minnesota sheriff, and expanding on the legacy of the musician who was “admired well-night universally.”
Tina Fey Will ‘Share a Grave’ With Her Kimmy Schmidt Co-Creator But Is Too ‘Alpha’ To Do a Show With Amy Poehler
Just how much does Tina Fey prefer filming Unbreakeable Kimmy Schmidt in Greenpoint to shooting 30 Rock in Long Island City? A lot, she told Damian Holbrook, of TV Guide, during a one-on-one Tuesday at the Tribeca Film Festival. “In seven years, I never took a walk,” she said of working out of Silver Cup Studios, in the Queensboro Bridge area. “We just kept waiting for it to gentrify and it never did.”
“I thought a movie about a dead mom would be very appealing,” Demetri Martin, er, deadpanned after a screening of his debut feature, Dean, at Tribeca Film Festival. “Box office gold.”
Jeff Koons’s towering Balloon Rabbit just got some competition. Seven inflatable rabbits have been slowly taking form today at 230 Vesey Street, aka Brookfield Place. They’re part of an installation by Australian artist Amanda Parer, “Intrude,” that will be up through the end of the month before it moves on to Houston, Los Angeles and Denver.
Let’s face it, Cecil Taylor’s music isn’t what you put on the hifi to unwind after a long day at work— google the pianist and composer and you’ll find words like frenzied, cacophonous, and “acquired taste” used to describe his particular brand of free jazz, a genre he pioneered – along with Ornette Coleman—during late-’50s performances at the legendary Five Spot Café on the Bowery.