In a vacuum, The Catcher in the Rye is a pretty straightforward story– not a whole lot happens. But if you’re at all familiar with American culture, you’re probably well aware that it has taken on an enormously prolific life of its own. Probably you read the book for school as a teen, or even a tween if you grew up here, and you might have noticed that it has a somewhat polarizing effect. If you identified with the book’s hero, a 17-year-old kid named Holden Caulfield, anyone else who shared this affinity was an OK person too. But plenty of people just don’t get Holden’s misanthropic cynicism, and it’s weird, but there seems to be a built-in emotional trigger point here for those who do: clearly the haters must be “phonies” then, too. As time goes on, and teenage angst either subsides or turns into something else, like, playing in a black metal band or four-martini lunch hours, Holden’s frustration with the world’s many, many disappointments seems more like kid stuff. And most people realize that, OK not everyone is such a phony after all. But not everyone lets go of Holden so easily.
There’s a singular, surreal, and very memorable moment invoked by Carlos Dengler in his new solo stage production Homo Sapiens Interruptus (the last performance, part of the FringeNYC festival is tonight, 9:30 pm at 64E4 Underground in the East Village).
I was not feeling particularly delighted when I nestled into my seat at Company XIV‘s stage production of Snow White. Firstly, the theater smelled like a brothel before Yankee Candle Company was invented (intentionally, I assume), and Sundays are the last day I want to be getting all experimental with my olfactory receptors. All. Organs. Ache. Even my ability to laugh is usually squandered at this point– lolz are wasted on the youth, am I right? So when this baroque, gyrating, barely-clothed, indulgent mishmash of Versailles’s gaudiest decor, the charming Weimar cabaret, classical ballet, pole dancing, and remnants of the Brothers Grimm managed to turn my bottom-grazing sulk into 100-percent authentic laughter and delight, I was so, so happy I’d crawled out of my bed to be with Company XIV’s Snow White.
Tis the season for Macbeth y’all. For one, it seems like you’ll never stop hearing about Sleep No More, and what with having survived the weeklong bender of that tipsy Macbeth production, which took place inside a distillery, you might think we’d all be feeling pretty hungover from all of it, weary of sipping from Shakespeare’s tragic chalice any time soon. But nay, this is one of those cases where you swore off the drink, so to speak, but returned with vigor (which is to say each and every time). This week, get your Macbeth hair of the dog and head to a psycho-sexual parody of the play (because everyone knows the best cure for a hangover is…) perhaps even more transgressive than that $100 plus tourist trap.
This weekend, Stairwell Theater is staging Ubu Rex, an immersive evening of debauchery and cabaret at Aviv, and you’re invited to partake in the revelry and grime at a “post-apocalyptic dinner party.”
If there was any question as to whether Williamsburg has reached its peak as a major Destination-with-a-capital-D, this new video about a foodie tour of the increasingly tony nabe’s “gourmet food scene” settles it.
Nirbhaya Takes On Rape: ‘The Gift of This Play Is That It’s Not Fucking Palatable’
On its face, Nirbhaya, which had its American premier at the Lynn Redgrave Theater in the East Village last night, is about the 2012 gang rape of a 23-year-old student in New Delhi. Jyoti Singh Pandey, who was coming home with a friend from the movies, was brutally raped and beaten with an iron rod by six men aboard a bus, then left naked, for dead, by the side of the road. She died days later from internal injuries. The incident spurred angry protests across India, and a documentary about Jyoti’s assault, India’s Daughter, was released earlier this year, banned by an Indian court, and then watched by thousands.
Brooklyn band Jukebox the Ghost is used to fans asking about its name. The motive for it was simple: the band wanted to be highly searchable on Google. Lead singer and keyboardist Ben Thornewill settled on it by taking a Captain Beefheart lyric and combining it with a beloved passage from a Nabokov novel.
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On Thursday, Brooklyn singer/songwriter Danielia Cotton celebrates the release of The Real Book, featuring 12 cover songs ranging from Simon & Garfunkel to Radiohead. One of the new album’s tracks, a cover of The Rolling Stones’ “Gimme Shelter,” features musician Amy Helm, daughter of the late Levon Helm. Tracy Bonham and Rachel Yamagata also have cameos on the record.
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Ben Asbury, a Georgia native living in Asheville, NC, released his debut LP via Greenpoint’s Captured Tracks in March under the name Axxa/Abraxas. The name, Asbury explains, is a two-part homage: “Axxa” is a term used by his father in a poem and “Abraxas” references a gnostic godhead.
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Tonight, Brooklyn folk rocker Anthony D’Amato releases his debut studio album, The Shipwreck from the Shore (New West Records) by playing the whole thing live at Mercury Lounge. (Added bonus: his 7:30 p.m. set will be preceded by John Gallagher, Jr., star of HBO’s The Newsroom.)
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Heaven’s Jail recorded their new album not in a celestial prison, but in the woods of Connecticut. Then they brought it back to Greenpoint for some mixing and production work by Matthew Houck of Phosphorescent. Tonight at Baby’s All Right, they celebrate the release of Ace Called Zero — their third album with Heart Break Beat Records.
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