My computer insists on autocorrecting “Unsilent Night” to Insolent Night, but, no, that would be SantaCon.Unsilent Night is a far more enjoyable holiday tradition. Every year, Phil Kline, a composer who has collaborated with the likes of Jim Jarmusch, Nan Goldin, Bang On a Can, and other downtown luminaries, leads a roving boom box orchestra from Greenwich Village to the East Village in a wonderful act of modernist caroling.
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Until yesterday, the most memorable part about the “Abbi’s Mom” episode of Broad City, which aired a month ago, was the SAD lamp that Ilana dragged into Sushi Mambeaux, the seemingly Sex and the City-inspired restaurant where she’s been working this season. But that changed when eight women came forward to tell the Washington Post that now-fired PBS and CBS personality Charlie Rose had sexually harassed them.
This weekend, local record shops (at least, those haven’t morphed into DJ nights) are sure to be mobbed for Record Store Day’s Black Friday. One highlight in particular: To coincide with the 40th anniversary of Richard Hell and the Voidoids’ Blank Generation, there’ll be a limited-edition, double-LP rerelease of the seminal album, remastered by original engineer Greg Calbi. Now comes word that Hell himself will leave his book-filled East Village apartment and make two rare public appearances, signing copies of the record on Friday, Nov. 24 at 1pm at Generation Records in Greenwich Village and Saturday, Nov. 25 at 2pm at Rough Trade in Williamsburg.
Have you been by Other Music’s former home on East 4th Street? It’s now inhabited by Broken Coconut, an on-trend, tropical-themed cafe serving poke bowls, tap kombucha, and avocado toast. Those who mourned the loss of the hallowed indie record store last year couldn’t have imagined a more fitting replacement: Where Neutral Milk Hotel was once on the speakers, coconut milk is now in the chia bowls. But, wait! Other Music ain’t dead yet.
Every year, the people of Tultepec, Mexico gather for a fireworks festival that culminates in the burning of colossal, handcrafted toros. As it turns out, the running of these papier-mâché bulls is more dangerous than the running of the real ones. Since 1910, 15 people have died during the festivities in Pamplona. Meanwhile, some 56 people have lost their lives in recent years at the National Pyrotechnic Festival. This is no gathering of privileged pseudo hippies, a la Burning Man– even if vividly painted effigies do go up in smoke. Many of the families in Tultepec have worked in the pyrotechnics industry for up to 150 years, and the festival, which dates back just as long, is a point of pride.
It’s been just a little over a week since the Continental revealed that it would close and now another scrappy holdover has announced that it’s not long for this world. Hank’s Saloon, the live-music dive in Boerum Hill, will close at the end of next year to make way for redevelopment, according to a Facebook post.
I gotta tell you something. It’s about The Disaster Artist.
In case you didn’t see the billboard, James Franco’s adaptation of Greg Sistero’s tell-all book about the making of The Room opens Nov. 30 at Regal Union Square, and it promises to be the best movie ever made about the best worst movie ever made. The trailers are out, and Franco does a pretty decent job channeling Tommy Wiseau, the international man of mystery who poured millions of dollars of his own money into a film that ended up serving as target practice for spoon throwers.
It looks like the Brooklyn Flea’s West Soho location won’t be open year-round as originally planned. The Flea just announced that on Nov. 25 and 26, it’ll return to its old winter digs at Industry City. This’ll be the Flea’s final weekend of the season in Manhattan.
I cringed when I saw the cover of Taylor Swift’s new album soiling the pristine brown of a UPS truck this morning. But not all branding is evil. Take those trippy Stranger Things buses rolling around town. And this! Tuesday through Thursday of this week, there’ll be free, non-stop ferry service between Greenpoint and downtown Manhattan, with gratis coffee, donuts and popcorn to boot.
Doc NYC kicks off today, and there are still tickets left to one of the documentary festival’s highlights: the New York City premiere of a new doc about Sonic Youth singer-strummer Lee Ranaldo. The film, HELLO HELLO HELLO : LEE RANALDO : ELECTRIC TRIM, offers an eye into the recording of Ranaldo’s recently released solo album, Electric Trim, showing how Ranaldo collaborated with author Jonathan Lethem on some of the lyrics.
“They put them in the watches, little teeny gremlins,” a drunken Mr. Futterman warns in Joe Dante’s 1984 Christmas classic.
It looks like those wily foreigners also put one in Alamo Drafthouse’s website, because one of the “BUY NOW” links for the Brooklyn theater’s Gremlins parties is turning up an error message.