We’re still recovering from Panorama— maybe we spent too much time in the VR dome, but things still haven’t stopped spinning. But duty calls: The Meadows, from the folks behind Governors Ball, is right around the corner– it’s bringing acts like Jay-Z, Weezer, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Run the Jewels, Gorillaz, and many more to CitiField from Sept. 15 to 17.
There’s some news coming out of camp Meadows today: first off, some more tickets have just been released for the Action Bronson show that the fest is presenting at Webster Hall tonight– the storied venue’s last blast before it gets a revamp from its new owners, AEG.
SummerScreen shows its audience pick tonight, and Beetlejuice has beaten out The Life Aquatic, She’s All That, and a few others in this year’s online poll. Either that, or someone said Beetlejuice three times in a row and Tim Burton’s 1988 classic magically appeared on SummerScreen’s slate. Either way, go see Alec Baldwin in one of his most enduring roles (this was way before his Trump impersonation turned his life into a “living nightmare”).
Next month it’ll be 408 years since Henry Hudson’s fateful trip up the river, and it seems New Yorkers are finally rediscovering the thrill of boat travel. Earlier this year, the NYC Ferry hit the waters, and now even LaGuardia Airport is due to get high-speed water taxis. Meanwhile, all sorts of waterfront attractions– from barge bars to rooftop bars overlooking whirlpools— are cropping up, though it may be a while before we see that floating pool.
Last night, I joined some fellow ferry fanatics to experience what might become an increasingly routine thing, especially once service expands to the Lower East Side next summer. We hopped from ferry to schooner to ferry to schooner, practically without having to put down our beers.
In 2015, when New York unveiled plans for its $8 billion revamp of LaGuardia Airport, architecture critic Carter B. Horsley called the design “lackluster and uninsipired” compared to those of other new airports. He went on to complain that “the new plans for LaGuardia sadly have no new urban mascot, logo or icon to offer and amuse, not even a Jeff Koons ‘Puppy.'”
Well, the lack of a Koons, at least, has been remedied in renderings circulated today by Governor Cuomo’s office. Sitting right there in the middle of the forthcoming central hall is none other than a bright red Jeff Koons balloon dog.
The Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest at Coney Island has gotten stale as an un-dunked hot dog bun now that Joey Chestnut just keeps winning and winning. (His latest record, set last month: 72 dogs in 10 minutes. Yawn.) But wait, here’s a new form of competitive gorging we can get behind: Twin Suns Deli, the New Orleans-tinged deli opened in part by Montana Masback of Montana’s Trailhouse, is hosting a muffuletta eating contest in which average joes (sloppy joes?) will compete to devour the monstrous Italian deli-meat sandwich.
The New York Comedy Festival, which announced its Manhattan-centric lineup today, isn’t the only game in town. Over in Kings County, the Brooklyn Comedy Film Festival is happening at Nitehawk later this month. And on the weekend of September 7, the Cinder Block Comedy Festival will take over venues in Williamsburg and Bushwick.
The Descendents opened their free show at House of Vans last night with “Everything Sucks,” off their same-named 1995 comeback album. It was an odd choice. I suppose it’s possible someone shuffled into the Greenpoint warehouse thinking “everything sucks today.” After all, this was the line to get in.
Remember the floating pool that garnered a boatful of attention when it was proposed by some friends way back in 2011? Since then it has become one of those things things, like the Lowline, draws inevitable responses of: “Oh yeaaah, whatever happened to that?” Turns out the folks at +Pool are still trying to make their dream of swimming in the East River a reality, and now they’ve got the support of not just Neil Patrick Harris but also Heineken, the same folks who got behind James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem’s quixotic quest to symphonize the subway turnstiles. Together, they’ve all released a new mini doc and VR promo, with Harris as narrator, that allows you to plunge into a virtual version of the plus-shaped pool.
If you’re dying for a dip but don’t want to shell out $20,000 (yup–$20K) for a pool package at the Dream Downtown, you now have another option. The Ravel Hotel in Long Island City just opened Profundo Pool Club on its third-floor rooftop.
As you can see here, the pool offers of a good number of daybeds for lounging and canoodling, or just catching up on the New Yorker now that they’re throwing the word “cock” around.
Most of New York City’s remaining pay phones are just there to be pissed on, but this one is for people who are pissed off. The Standard, High Line has installed a custom phone booth that connects users with their local elected officials. Ring Your Rep, as the project is called, can now be found on the hotel’s plaza, in the Meatpacking District. That’s right, the Meatpacking District. Just imagine how many “u up?” calls Chucky Schumer is about to get.
Last week, we brought word that Francisco’s Centro Vasco had suddenly closed after 38 years in Chelsea, bringing down the curtains on one of the city’s remaining old-school Spanish spots. A note on the door informed customers that the closure would be permanent, and owner Javier Quintans told DNAinfo that he planned to sell the restaurant space and the building. The obligatory Jeremiah’s Vanishing eulogy followed.