“Unmeltable Antebellum” is a striking giant. To create it, Collins took strips and segments of nearly a hundred found paintings and meticulously arranged them and stitched them together. It’s one of many similar pieces, created over several years, that will be on display through Nov. 4 as part of the artist’s latest solo show, “Western Shade.”
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It was the second-to-last day of SXSW and this one was much like the rest–long, hot, sweaty and filled with sound mishaps and mic malfunctions. The raucous festival crowd at The Sidewinder shifted in the night as Adrian Galvin, known as Yoke Lore, took the stage for his last show. “Yoke Lore played for like 10 seconds,” says JJ Mitchell, of the band Overcoats, “And Hana and I looked at each other and we were like, oh shit… this is something very special.”
Yesterday dozens of construction workers milled about 319 Frost Street in Williamsburg, where The Bowery Presents has been turning a former steel fabrication plant into Brooklyn’s largest general admission venue. This Thursday, April 6, the first of five sold-out LCD Soundsystem shows will kick off a month of performances by bands like The Decemberists, PJ Harvey, The Pixies, Two Door Cinema Club and Tycho.
Laetitia Tamko, the “one-woman empire” that is musical act Vagabon, prefers being on tour to practicing in her Bushwick studio. For her, the road feels more like home. The 24-year-old fresh face began recording and producing music as Vagabon in 2014 while studying engineering at CUNY, spending most weekend nights working late at the library. At least that’s what she told her parents, while sneaking off to play gigs throughout the city. Tamko didn’t want a “real job,” despite her parents’ failed attempts to push her into a career in engineering. Brooklyn’s underground music scene had pulled her in. “It can be hard, but it’s also all I see myself doing,” she says.
It’s 7 p.m., not quite witching hour, but Melissa Madara is intently melting the side of a dark blue spell candle so that it can fit into the mouth of an empty whiskey bottle. “I’m being the most boring witch ever,” she says.