Deadheads young and old, but mostly old, gathered in Tompkins Square Park today to celebrate the 50th anniversary of The Grateful Dead’s first east coast show, which happened to be in the East Village.
Last month, when we told you that Al Franken would be in town to promote his new memoir, Giant of the Senate, our headline was: “Here’s Your Chance to Ask Al Franken If Everything’s Going to Be Okay.”
Jonathan Alter, the journalist who led yesterday’s conversion at Barnes & Noble Union Square, must’ve read that. The first thing he told Franken was, “The basic question I hear all over the place is simply: Are we going to be okay?”
Surely, Williamsburg’s Oslo Coffee Roasters isn’t the only cafe making fun of Trump today, now that he’s gone from his usual facepalm-worthy misspellings to outright inventing words Dr. Seuss-style. If you’ve seen other local establishments celebrating our president’s Joycean way with words, do let us know in the comments. We still haven’t fully woken up today, and we could use a little covfefe break.
Nine lives, indeed! The legendary Pussycat Lounge has quietly reopened after six years of uncertainty.
I haven’t yet read Meet Me in the Bathroom, the oral history of the aughts rock scene that got James Murphy and Nick Zinner reminiscing, but I’d be surprised if the Pussycat Lounge wasn’t mentioned. After all, it’s where Taavo Somer and Carlos Quirarte threw parties before they went on to open downtown hotspots Freemans and The Smile, respectively. At one point, the place was so cool that it appeared in a Times trend piece about the death of the trucker hat. And then, in 2011, the 41-year-old dive was suddenly closed by the city, after its building was deemed unsafe.
Although neighbors managed to prevent the Holiday Inn on Delancey Street from adding a rooftop pool, there are plenty of new ones making a splash this year. Take the ones at the William Vale and the new 1 Hotel in Brooklyn— plus the one that’s coming later this summer to the Williamsburg Hotel. Also returning this season is La Piscine, the modest pool atop the Hotel Americano in Chelsea.
Here’s another outdoor screening series to add to your list, which should already include the Rooftop Films Summer Series, Rooftop Film Club, SummerScreen, Nowadays, Films on the Green, the Dobbin St Sunset Series and so on. The folks behind the Tribeca Film Festival have announced a new series in the shadows of Santiago Calatrava’s big bird, at Oculus Plaza. Tribeca Drive-In will bring al fresco flicks to the World Trade Center on the first Friday and Saturday of each month, June through October.
A week ago we brought word that Good Room, not to be outdone by Output’s rooftop, was bringing a Sunday party to the rooftop of its Greenpoint neighbor, the events space known as Dobbin St. So how did yesterday’s first installment turn out? Not bad, it looks like. The chilly weather didn’t keep a whole bunch of die-hards from boogieing down to Holy Ghost! and their openers, the guys from the Fixed parties. We don’t normally condone Instagramming the unsuspecting while they’re dancing, since it inevitably leads to comments like “Woah, dude in brown jacket be trippin!”. But the clips below serve as valuable intel. The parties continue every other Sunday through the summer.
Last time we saw the Nesquik Bunny, it was 166 weeks ago, outside of SummerStage. The BUNNY is BACK, BABY, and posted up on the corner of Lafayette and Houston. As of 1:45pm, the rabbit and his helpers (bodyguards?) were handing out free samples of Nesquik Protein Plus. They couldn’t say how long they’d be there, so you better hop on over if you want a selfie. After that, walk down to Despaña and get the good stuff: Cola Cao.
Chinatown isn’t the only one that just got a splashy new rooftop hotel bar. Across the water in Brooklyn Bridge Park, the newly opened outpost of Starwood’s “ecoluxury” brand, 1 Hotel, opened its rooftop bar and pool over the weekend.
The Mermaid Parade, Coney Island’s annual crowd-pleaser and glitter-industry Black Friday, is back on solid financial footing — and not a moment too soon — thanks to an unexpected deus ex machina: the intervention of two generous private donations supplementing an ongoing crowdfunding campaign.
Despite the recent news that Debbie Harry and Chris Stein of Blondie fame will raise their scepters as this year’s Queen Mermaid and King Neptune, the Parade had been struggling. A “Feed the Mermaids” crowdfunding campaign to save the parade has so far raised $9,000, far short of its $50,000 goal.