Rosemary Bleday reprimands a customer as he puts his hands on an empty chair at the end of the bar. Rosemary’s Greenpoint Tavern is packed to bursting with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, yet one chair remains tantalizingly open. It sits in a prime location, facing out on Bedford Avenue and providing a vantage point of the entire tavern. But Rosemary’s spot will always be Rosemary’s spot, like it has been for 60 years.
What do you do with e-waste if you’re not Daniel Arsham? (P’Welcome to the Future,’ consisting of thousands of calcified objects from the ’90s, at Locust Projects. Photo by Daniel Maurer)
If the warm weather inspires you to do a little spring cleaning this weekend then you’re in luck: this Saturday Williamsburg will host an e-waste recycling event on Grand Street between Humboldt and Graham Streets. Abandoning electronics on the side of the road is actually illegal, so unless you plan on incorporating them into a robocop self-portrait, the second best thing you can do with that five-CD disk changer you’ve held onto since college is to take it to the drop-off site anytime between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m.
What do you do when the drummer of your band suffers an injury and has to drop out? If you’re lucky enough to be Sharkmuffin, you just wait for the ex-drummer from Hole to call you out of the blue and offer to step in.
Chang and a young lady at Gama jello wrestling (Photo: Chang Han’s Facebook)
I like to think of myself as a very flexible person. Over-imbibing isn’t exactly on my list of “don’ts.” I’ve learned over the years not to be an ageist, I proudly keep friends nearly twice my age, realizing if I’m lucky I might make it to middle age too. Admittedly partying is a pretty frivolous pursuit, a bourgeois distraction. But if you don’t party at least once in a while what does that make you? A party pooper? All of these things were running through my head when I met Chang Han last week, the restaurateur behind Amancay’s Diner in Bushwick. I had decided to keep an open mind, a general rule but one that was unusually difficult to follow in light of the juicy chatter surrounding this middle-aged party boy with a taste for young ladies. So I wasn’t exactly surprised when Chang asked me a very presumptuous question: “How do you party?”
Buzzfeed’s Books Editor will be on hand at Johnny Rotten’s talk April 30 about his latest memoir, Anger is an Energy: My Life Uncensored. We’re hoping the discussion will lend itself to a more accurate “Which Punk Icon Are You?” quiz because I haven’t quite gotten over finding out I’m more Kathleen Hannah than John Lydon. But if you’re simply hoping to see if Mr. Rotten can top his excellent 1994 memoir, Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs, head to the Strand bookstore on April 30.
Robert Durst, an alleged killer and the star of HBO’s The Jinx, made more than $12 million last year with the sale of two Brooklyn buildings, one of which was on Union Avenue in Williamsburg. [Free Williamsburg]
On Avenue A, the former Benny’s Burritos storefront is seeking a tenant to sign a $22K/month lease. [Bond NY]
On Wednesday and Thursday of last week, the Lower East Side had a gun store at 149 Orchard Street. The front window of GWH Gun Shop beckoned: “First-time gun buyer? We are here to help you.” Inside the small storefront a friendly salesperson asked about prospective buyers’ gun needs and showed off a few models.
Don’t miss the first slam of Urbana’s last quarter — get your points now if you want to be on the 2015 slam poetry team, or just sit back and watch the competition and a feature by Zork, eleven-time national slam poet competitor and author of the book I Am NOT a Poet. Urbana, now in its 14th year, describes itself as “an eccentric and quirky” competition welcoming of all poetic voices, so don’t be scared to give it a try. Tuesday, March 17, 7pm, Sidewalk Café, 94 Avenue A, East Village
The She Shreds showcases at SXSW (March 17-20) have a reputation of being (as we used to say in Texas) knock-down drag-outs—shows you get to for the first band and stay until the last. That’s a sterling rep at South-by, with its zillion bands, impromptu venues, and frenetic/eclectic lineups. We’re excited to see how it goes down this year, culminating on March 20 with She Shreds in partnership with Tom Tom.
A great green reckoning descends upon the city today. The bars will flood with stumbling, shouting multitudes. Faces will flush red behind oversized shamrock glasses. People will fake accents. As an Irish kid from Boston, I know better than to venture into the city on St. Patrick’s Day. You stay at home, your mom makes corned beef and you drink your dad’s beer. Maybe your nine uncles come over and tell really long jokes. In the event, however, that you are determined to hit the streets, we’ve decided to make it a little easier on you. We’ve compiled a list of Irish pubs in the East Village and Lower East Side and judged them based on everything from the likelihood of getting corned beef to the likelihood of having a co-ed spill a neon-green cocktail on you.
Blood Orange isn’t the only innovative electronic artist and producer holed up in the East Village: a new documentary that premiered at SXSW last night, Hot Sugar’s Cold World, takes us inside Nick Koenig’s 14th Street loft as he repurposes the street sounds he obsessively records all over the neighborhood and the world. Produced by Danny McBride and Jody Hill and directed by Adam Bhala Lough (who has previously made documentaries about Lil’ Wayne and Lee Scratch Perry), the film starts with Koenig (aka Hot Sugar) recording a woman eating Pop Rocks. The end credits list every other sound that he documented for the film: everything from a cop sipping an energy drink, to Jim Jarmusch playing some electronic drums, to a couch being pushed out of a seventh story window on the Lower East Side.