The Tribeca Film Festival unveiled its lineup a few weeks ago, and now comes the second big reveal: the lineup of Tribeca Talks, which last year featured J.J. Abrams and Francis Ford Coppola, among others. If you couldn’t bring yourself to shell out $1,000 to see Bruce Springsteen on his book tour, well, good news: You’ll have a chance to see him for a smidge less ($40) when tickets for his talk with America’s other sweetheart, Tom Hanks, go on sale tomorrow, March 21, at Tribeca’s site. The convo will happen April 28 at the Beacon Theatre.
Last time absurdist duo Tim and Eric came to town, they were trying to indoctrinate New Yorkers into a self-help cult inspired by a turkey man. If you were hesitant to drink the Kool-Aid– or in their case, the Tabitha Lane-brand Lemon Urine Drink– then worry not: They’ve shed the white suits and are hitting the road to celebrate 10 years of Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!
While everyone else was working off their St. Patty’s hangovers, the city’s fixie fanatics were gearing up for the eighteenth annual Monstertrack bike race. The unsanctioned, fixed-gear-only messenger-style race is a favorite of both local and out-of-town riders from all over the world. (This former messenger took 22nd place in 2009.) This year’s snow-swept streets didn’t deter the 65 racers, of which 49 finished.
While it was hard to find activism at NADA New York this year, others in the art world have gotten much more explicitly political. With Trump threatening to eliminate the NEA and artist visas in flux, why wouldn’t they? That new streak of political action was obvious late last month inside of Ground Floor Gallery, at the opening of “Marked Urgent”: An Exhibition in Defense of Free Press.
A man was fatally shot in the face at Bushwick nightclub Brooklyn Asylum. [NY Daily News]
A woman is accused of trying to extort a man for $10,000 after meeting him at a Bushwick bar and accusing him of rape. [DNAinfo]
Due to the looming L shutdown, Williamsburg is now more affordable for home buyers. [DNAinfo]
Old Dude Winter took the opportunity of his last week in charge to drop a final bowel movement on us: a big ol’ pile of snow to which the city adds its own secret ingredients –mostly street juice and dog refuse– resulting in the world’s grossest Slurpee flavor. But hope may have arrived just in time with a new music video from Bigmun & Frost. Shot in July of last year, it’s a reminder of what summertime is all about in Brooklyn– and for John Bigmun it’s not just backyard kiddie pools filled with beer, it’s also the Giglio Feast that goes down every year in Williamsburg at Lady of Mount Carmel. “It’s like the most amazing thing in the world,” he said. “It’s old Brooklyn, it’s the old country.”
We live in a truly bizarre time. Without getting into politics, isn’t it weird enough that O.J. Simpson’s ’90s saga crushed the critics as both a documentary and a primetime drama?—and that the riptide beneath the drama owes more to misogyny than to race? Time travelers from the ’90s would be shocked by what happened to the Kardashian family, yet might note that the attitudes towards women is at about the same temperature as it was back then—only way more trendy. That’s the bizarro-world twist: It’s trendy to talk about it, trendy to protest against it, and—even more upside-down—it’s trendy, in certain circles, to say that “grabbing them by the pussy” is no big deal. Time travelers from the ‘70s are laughing at us.
Two people from Woodside, Queens were arrested for allegedly beating a man during a fight that spilled out of Pianos. [DNAinfo]
A 24-year-old was sentenced to four years in prison for a 2013 incident in which members of Williamsburg’s Shomrim Safety Patrol beat a man until he lost sight in one eye. [DNAinfo]
Developers have scaled back a 12-story building that was going to replace the old Stuyvesant post office in the East Village. [DNAinfo]
Fet culture and cinema? I mean, duh, guys, they’re a match made in heaven– er, whichever circle of hell doms and bronies go to. (Dunno about you guys, but that’s where I’m hoping to end up, Lucifer willing). That’s why Cinekink NYC– which clears up any confusion by calling itself “the kinky film festival”– is popping off this week for its 14th year.
If you’ve been to Artichoke’s relatively new location in the old Northeast Kingdom space, chances are you were too blotto to notice the steps leading to the basement. Turns out, the calorie-slinging pizzeria just opened a classy, banquette-lined venue in the cellar. Tonight at 10pm, a new comedy night debuts there.
Auggie Lutz, who hosts two monthly shows at nearby Pine Box Rock Shop, is MCing this one with Bob Palos, his co-host at Lantern Hall. Lutz says he’s hoping to get something “cool, fun, intimate” going—similar to the free shows he used to catch in the back room of bygone Kabin bar in the East Village. “That was around for years where comedians would hang out, people would go every week and it was a reliably good show,” he said, recalling that Louis CK once dropped in.
Who needs another rock band? Well, pretty much everybody, by the look of it—they just keep popping up in Brooklyn, the “Brooklyn sound” shows no sign of fading, and the kids moving here for college and starting bands show no sign of cutting it out, either. Which is by and large a good thing—most bands don’t make it, and almost none of them stay together long enough to produce more than a couple of good records, so keep ‘em coming.
The Britanys deliver simple, satisfying garage rock that properly pays respect to Iggy Pop, with vocals that are surprisingly mature, like singer Lucas Long must smoke a lot of cigarettes.
Annie Hart’s SoundCloud page says, “Putting all the synthesizers in my basement to good use,” which is a wonderful description of what she’s quite obviously doing—with emphasis on “good use.” Her low-fi, gossamer sound is like starched sheets stretched tight over brittle rock candy drum—resonant, tender, and not too sweet. The tendency towards fuzzy, underwater tones is cut by her clear voice that breaks through and pulls in the daylight.