Wolf Eyes, Eartheater, Twig Harper Saturday April 22, 8 pm at Brooklyn Bazaar: $13
Wow, what a whirlwind couple of years these must have been for Wolf Eyes– and this #blessed bestowance is well deserved for the band, which started out making noise, then moved toward not-noise-at-all noise that really was noise, until they transcended noise altogether. The comeuppance has meant, among other things, a new record label to call their own, a music festival in their honor (Trip Metal Fest will be back this year for a second go-round), a stream of sold-out shows in places that are just slightly above the underground and well beyond the borders of Metro Detroit, and now Undertow, a new album hot on the pup paws of 2015’s I Am A Problem: Mind In Pieces.
One sign of spring: your local boat bar reopens. (The latest on that: Frying Pan is now up and running and the folks at Brooklyn Barge tell us they’ll be operational early next month, likely in the first week of May.) Another sign: In Washington Square Park, the flowers are in bloom and the fountain is back on. Mating rituals are on display– namely, between the acroyoga people and the piano guy. Everyone is taking Boba Guys selfies with the arch. And this afternoon, as you can see above, a rainbow was in full effect, apparently celebrating Pride Week a month early. The second I saw this, I just had to sit down with my laptop in the park and share it with you– no time to go back to the office when news is this urgent, you see. No time to go back to the office at all.
Mayor de Blasio rode the first NYC Ferry into Brooklyn Bridge park this morning. The ferry is the first of 20 coming to New York harbor on May 1 that will shuttle New Yorkers across the East River for just $2.75 a trip, the price of a subway ride.
The Sunshine Laundromat in Greenpoint has a lot to offer. You can wash your clothes. You can play plenty of pinball. You can sip beer or wine while doing all of this. And tonight, you can experience something a little bit artsier. The vending machine at Sunshine has been host to many trinkets and miscellany, even catching media attention last year when they restocked it with Plan B and pregnancy tests alongside bite-sized candies. While you could argue that is a much more practical move, tonight this little machine sandwiched between a photobooth and Jurassic Park pinball machine will be filled with art of all shapes and sizes.
Well, not quite all shapes and sizes, seeing as there is only so much space in that thing. The exhibition’s Facebook event has even outlined parameters for interested artists: any submissions “can range in size from a personal bag of Cheetos to a Snickers bar or a can of Axe body spray.” If you’re on your last pair of underwear and have been putting off laundry for an undisclosed amount of time, this little art show could be the motivation you needed to get ‘er done. And you could leave with a souvenir—since the art will be in a literal vending machine, the pieces will indeed be available for purchase. Keep Reading »
Okay, so Girls is over. (And fuck you, everyone, for putting major spoiler photos at the top of your reviews of last night’s season finale. No, seriously, fuck all y’all!) But life goes on for one of our other fave shows about narcissists tripping over their egos as they struggle to make it in this cruel city. Difficult People has started filming its third season. Today the show is holed up at East Village restaurant San Marzano’s, which has once again transformed into Billy, Denise, Lola, and Nate’s place of “work,” D’s Cafe.
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.”
Comedians and audience at The Macaulay Culkin Show after the comedy show’s last scheduled performance at Shea Stadium. (Photo: Nick McManus)
Last night, Shea Stadium reopened for one night only so The Macaulay Culkin Show could hold what might be the comedy night’s final date at the East Williamsburg DIY venue. As we recently reported, Shea was forced to stop hosting shows last month while it awaits money from its Kickstarter so it can go legit.
A 22-year-old actress suffered a broken wrist, torn ligament and bruising after she was sexually assaulted and pushed onto the 14th Street F train’s subway tracks Friday morning. She was rescued before a train arrived. [NY Daily News] On Saturday, the alleged attacker was arrested outside his East Village home in the Lillian Wald housing project. [NY Daily News]
On a Williamsburg L train, a 29-year-old woman was sexually assaulted late last week. [DNA Info] The next day, she saw her alleged attacker on a North Brooklyn subway platform. No arrest has currently been made. [Gothamist]
In the wake of last week’s death of the 31-year-old cyclist who was trapped under a truck in the East Village, local police officers seem to be ticketing an increasing number of bike riders for traffic violations. [Streetsblog]
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Flyer by Paul Glover (via Molasses Books/ Facebook)
On any given night Molasses Books, the tiny bookshop/bar in Bushwick, draws a colorful crowd to readings and other happenings– really, on any given night of the week you are bound to find cool characters. But on Tuesday, an especially great group made it out to Chess Night, a newish event popping off once a month at the shop. At one point, my friend who had invited me to the casual, come-and-go-whenever get-together, looked up from his chess game and remarked, “I’ve heard, like, five people mention polyamory tonight.”
A few years ago we had a Williamsburg perfumer turn the Newtown Creek water treatment plant into a custom scent, and had her do the same with the smelliest block in New York, in Chinatown. The results were horrific enough to dissuade us from further experimentation, but now Williamsburg’s Soap Cherie has (sort of) picked up where we left off. The Bedford Avenue soap store has introduced a new NYC Smells line, inspired by the odors of Penn Station, Gowanus, and yep, the fish markets of Chinatown.
Last time I was in Philadelphia, I happened upon a restaurant called Pod. It had a 2001: A Space Odyssey vibe that suddenly made me remember a similarly retro-futuristic Pod that existed in Williamsburg in the early aughts. When I googled to see if the two Pods were related, I discovered something rather surprising: there was virtually no online trace of The Pod in Williamsburg.
How could this be? When it opened in 2001 as a sister of Bliss Cafe, The Pod was one of the slickest restaurants in what was then Williamsburg’s fledgling dining scene. Like its neighbors Planet Thailand and Sea, it boasted the sort of transportive design details (video projections above the bar!) that made Brooklyn Paper, in the only review I could find, call it “a glamorous newcomer to the Williamsburg restaurant scene, [with] an Austin Powers-like vibe that inspires the imagination.” But while you can still visit Sea and its Star Trek-esque transporter bathrooms with video monitors inside, Pod came and went. It was as if a spaceship had briefly docked on North 7th Street, beamed me up inside of it, spat me back out and vanished back into the ether.