Yesterday Dave Eggers announced a new project, “30 Days, 30 Songs,” aimed at defeating Donald Trump. (The writer must’ve been seriously scarred by the rally he attended in Sacramento.) Each day from now till the election or the apocalypse, whichever comes first, an anti-Trump band or artist will release a new track or previously unheard material. The first, Death Cab For Cutie’s “Million Dollar Loan,” dropped yesterday, complete with a video mocking Trump for the “small” loan he took from his dad back in the day. Aimee Mann chimed in today with “Can’t You Tell,” a song in which Trump confesses he doesn’t really want to win, and we’re told this week will also bring a “never-before-released live song by R.E.M.”
A lawyer representing the city in a Manhattan Supreme Court case filed in Spring 2015 by a group of Second Avenue neighbors who lost their homes in a gas line explosion said that the fault lies with other parties. [NY Post]
Meanwhile, The Grand Street Guild Apartments on the Lower East Side are among the city’s 1,700 New York City Housing Authority-owned residences currently without gas. [Curbed NY]
A bar called Rebecca’s has opened its doors on the corner of Bushwick Avenue and Jefferson Street, replacing a sign printing store that recently relocated to a bigger location on Broadway. Rebecca’s is brought to you by the same collective behind Norbert’s Pizza, and they celebrated their opening Friday night with a bustling party, offering free pizza and dollar beers.
Rather than focusing on pizza and heroes, Rebecca’s is a true bar, boasting a full liquor license to boot—no soju tryhards here. For now they’ve just got cheap libations like $4 well shots, $6 mixed drinks, and beers as cheap as a bottle of Rolling Rock for $2. They plan on adding a small vegetarian food menu with appetizer-type fare like nuts and hummus plates, and possibly using the small back space for DJs, art shows, or movie nights. And “if you’re lucky,” Rebecca says, you might get some Norbert’s pizza, as they plan on offering it from time to time. Keep Reading »
Mike Taylor: Condensed Flesh
Opening Thursday October 13 at Idio Gallery, 6 pm to 11 pm. On view through October 30.
East Williamsburg space Idio Gallery put out a call for crowdsourced financial support several months ago, which very well could have signaled that it was beginning to scale down. However, with a show at Bushwick Open Studios and another show opening shortly after, they don’t appear to be going anywhere. This one is a solo show, presenting works on paper and paintings by renowned graphic artist Mike Taylor, created between 2012 and now. Finished works won’t be the only thing on display in this show, as Idio’s downstairs basement space will be transformed into a showcase of the artist in-process, with drawings not yet done, prints, and “printmaking debris” on view as well. Taylor’s work is bold and bright, often utilizing neon colors and mixing abstract patterns with notes of realism and the human form filtered through the style of the illustrator and comic artist.
Halloween came early this weekend as New York Comic Con took over the Javits Center and surrounding area. I stopped in briefly to see if the Topps stand was selling the new Garbage Pail Kids series, “Disgrace to the White House”, and faced a crush of humanity as I tried to make my way to the Drippy Donald cards. Best thing I saw on the way there was probably the dude dressed as Barf the mog (half man, half dog– he’s his own best friend). Until the Spaceballs sequel actually happens, it’s the only thing we’ve got. Click through our slideshow to see who else made the scene, and then check out scenes from the cosplay cruise that served as an after-party.
A Circle Line boat looked like something closer to Cobra’s hydrofoil on Saturday Friday night as the annual CEG Cosplay Cruise departed from midtown, a stone’s throw from Comic Con. The fact that G.I. Joe is pretty much the only comic-book reference I’m capable of should tell you exactly why I didn’t dare board this three-hour booze cruise. Instead, I sent my avatar, photographer Daniel Leinweber, to brave seasickness and scope out the scene. I’m going to be doubly honest: deadmau5 is pretty much the only costume I recognize in our slideshow, but maybe you’ll have more luck when you click through. Rest assured, this cruise was mercifully free of Jack Sparrows.
According to police, a 68-year-old man found a pink box in the garbage containing a heart that “appeared to be human” Wednesday morning outside of a housing project on FDR Drive in the East Village. [NY Daily News]
A real estate firm secured a $139 million loan to refinance 12 Williamsburg properties. [The Real Deal]
In Williamsburg, a private equity firm will assist a real estate investment firm with buying the Brooklyn Bowl/Brooklyn Brewery complex for the previously published sum of $37 million. [The Real Deal] Keep Reading »
When Pokémon Go became splashed across the screens of America and eager video game players of all ages roamed the streets rather than took to the couch, it caused quite a stir. While that’s died down a fair bit, others have interpreted the combination of reality and video games differently.
Saturday October 8 and Saturday October 15, 10 pm at Spectacle: $5
I trust that most of us here can agree that far too many films about sex and relationships are heteronormative, replete with sexist tropes, gender binarism, the male perspective, and/or female archetypes that are just godawful and tend to make those of us with brains in our heads question whether we are just totally insane for feeling zero identification with these boring storylines and banal characters. So we either play along, grumble and complain, laugh darkly, develop a self-depleting tick like methodically tearing out each and every hair on our heads, or avoid any sort of TV/film portrayals of romance and relationshits as if they were a postulating butt rash.
If a molecular gastronomist can collaborate with an ice cream shop, why not have the chef of a Southeast Asian restaurant moonlight at a tapas bar? That’s what’ll happen on Monday, Oct. 10, when Leah Cohen, the former Top Chef contestant who opened the wildly popular Pig & Khao on Clinton Street, takes over Huertas, the book-worthy Spanish spot on First Avenue in the East Village.
With not one but two horror film festivals coming up, you’re going to have to make some serious viewing decisions. Make sure to factor this in: Dobbin St, a new event space in Greenpoint, is launching its public programming with a screening of Dario Argento’s Suspiria, and they’re going all-out to replicate the creeptastic vibe of the 1977 classic, right down to live music inspired by the spine-tingling soundtrack.
Even if GIFs are objectively one of the greatest things that’s ever happened to the internet, not everyone gets them. Humorless turds say that these grainy, animated loops are a passing fad, and a medium that’s prone to idiocy. Haters will continue to hate, but one criticism actually feels a bit true: GIFs lack nuance and are far too fleeting to communicate anything of substance. They’re the perfect metaphor for the kids-these-days refrain that our attention spans are shrinking. One recent and oft-repeated study conducted in Canada found that 2,000 participants, on average, measured a mind-bogglingly brief attention span of 8 seconds. Supposedly this means that in a competition between humans and goldfish, we’d lose to the fish.