Pink Floyd’s legendary guitarist, David Gilmour, is playing some shows at Radio City Music Hall (April 10) and Madison Square Garden (April 11, 12), but let’s face it, those accursed ticket scalpers have made your attendance about as likely as pigs on the wing. Who knows, maybe he’ll dedicate “Wish You Were Here” to all the fans who couldn’t afford to buy a ticket. But hey, who needs to watch Gilmour be ever so careful with that axe– his mind-bending music will be way more affordable at these upcoming trip-out sessions.
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January is theatre-fest time: there’s the always exciting COIL fest, Under the Radar at the Public Theater, and the opera-centric summit Prototype. But Theresa Buchheister– a founding member of Title:Point, the DIY production company that runs Vital Joint at the Silent Barn– thought it was the perfect opportunity to introduce her own operation into the mix, The Exponential Festival, as a counterpoint to the usual. “Most of the festivals are very Manhattan-centric and exclusively feature artists who are well established–they’re already getting huge foundational support–some of them it’s their actual job to be an artist, which is that golden goose we’re all chasing,” she explained.
Tonight in Harlem, artist Misha McGlown (aka Omo Misha) will host a tribute event for yet another rock icon who passed away recently (and unexpectedly), though one who wasn’t quite as universally beloved as David Bowie.
Just as we began to worry, rather dramatically, that New York had lost the last of its great geniuses, Glenn Branca, the uber influential modernist composer who at one point collaborated with David Bowie, has announced a rare live show. He’ll be leading the US premiere of The Third Ascension at The Kitchen on Feb. 23 and 24.
I had high expectations when the Party by Ostbahnhof, the performance-centric circuit rager inspired by Berlin’s “trash drag” scene, kicked off in December at Verboten. Derek Marshall, ex-pat owner of The Club in Kreuzberg, was infectiously giddy upon his return to the States. And the Party was bound to be a hit if it was any bit as raucous as Olympia Bukkakis, a regular drag performer at Marshall’s underground hot spot for the arty queer scene in the Bushwick of Berlin. Which is why I’m not at all surprised to see the Party’s return to Verboten on January 15.
Comics have a lot to compete with in this town– each other, for one– so it’s safe to assume that a stand-up can only be trying to realize some kind of suicide pact if they willingly join a lineup filled with pole dancers. But as Schtick a Pole In It– the monthly show at Drom that brings together comics and pole jockeys (unfortunately not pole dancing comics, yet anyway) whose third anniversary is happening in January– proves, the combination actually makes for a seriously titillating experience that benefits everyone involved.
You’re not sick of holiday shopping and pop-ups yet, are you? What’s that? You just started on your naughty & nice list? Then we’ve got another ephemeral place you should hit up ASAP to find those singular last-minute gifts to make your whole crew feel special and maybe even worldly.
Each year you politely implore your relatives to gift you “gift certificates only, please,” and each year they let you down. It might as well be a tradition at this point– that inevitable, subtly passive aggressive, five-times-too-large homely sweater, that was without a doubt harvested from the clearance section.
But suck it up and smile for the camera, even if the fabric vaguely smells of urine, and return the dang thing. Because if you pool your sweater money, you’ll be rewarded handsomely in the afterlife (i.e., I Survived the Holidays January 2016) with cash to spend at Maeven vintage, popping up in Greenpoint throughout the month of January.
If you wanna win big in Greenpoint Wednesday night, you’re gonna need a secret weapon in your back pocket: Visine. And no, put away your stash– the Cannabis Cup hasn’t moved to North Brooklyn. It’s the second biannual staring contest at The Diamond!
This beloved neighborhood bar will host their second staring contest of the year, with the famous bust of Michael Landon watching over to ensure fair play. “It’s pretty much like what it sounds, and it’s really fun,” said Dave Pollack, owner of The Diamond in Greenpoint.
Growing up in Kingston, Jamaica, the poet Staceyann Chin spent her teenage years terrified of getting pregnant. “Every Bible lesson, biology lesson, and casual reference to the future was marked with the warning: if you get pregnant, your life is over,” she wrote later.
When Chin began dating women, she was relieved, thinking that this panic would no longer be a part of her life. But at 35, after yet another debilitating breakup, Chin woke up from her solitary life in a one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, haunted by a wholly different inconvenient truth: despite the fact that she had no partner, no stable income and no medical benefits, she wanted to have a baby.
You may have heard the news that Patricia Field plans to close her hallowed shop after 50 years of shaking up New York’s art and fashion scenes.
The style icon, known both for stocking a mind-boggling variety of wild, boundary-pushing clothing and for her award-winning work designing costumes for productions like Sex and the City, says she’s ready to move on. She told the Daily News, “I’ve gotta watch out for my health and myself,” but still plans to work on other projects, like pop-ups and movies.
It’s the time of year for spiked apple cider, festive but often indiscernible light displays above your block, and that priceless gift of a 311 call from your neighbors when you’re belaying a Festivus pole through your third-floor window. Amassing unique holiday gifts for your pals, loved ones, and others you’re obligated to feign closeness with for at least as long as you’re sharing a roof, is apparently all part of the fun too.
After all, what’s the holiday season without conspicuous consumption? Unless you’re in the business of being a total troll, then grabbing generic crap from J.Crew Wythe the day before is simply not an option. The least you can do to ease your capitalist guilt is patronize local businesses. Here’s how you can be nice (and not naughty) this holiday season.