In 2002, “Lurker” Lou Sarowsky moved to New York City with his longtime friend and fellow Cape Cod native Zered Bassett, into a now infamous, windowless apartment in Lower Manhattan. Sarowsky dubbed it the “Vicious Cycle” house, and his crew kept up a rigorous schedule of skateboarding all day and filming for Bassett’s indie-skate video of the same name, followed by nights of smoking, drinking, and playing pool.
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Thursday, November 3 at Bluestockings Bookstore, 7 pm: FREE.
Now that this show’s title has your attention, let us give you some details. Unless you don’t want them, and wish to blindly saunter into a show called “Comedy Cunt.” That’s admirable. For the rest of you, this is a recurring show, hosted by Arti Gollapudi, where marginalized individuals harness the medium of comedy to delve into their own life experiences. This time around, they’ve got Joe Castle Baker (who recently delivered perhaps the most memorable and manic riff on infomercials I’ve seen, which is impressive, as I love work about infomercials), Ayanna Dookie, Chandler Moses, Katie Fay Behrmann, Amy Zimmer, and Mamoudou N’Diaye, who used to teach science to youngsters. Plus, a “video performance” by Amanda Justice. Might I say, justice is served? Keep Reading »
Photographer Nick McManus tore through Halloween like a bat out of hell, and came back with these party portraits.
As an aspiring stand-up comic, Randy Credico played on Las Vegas stages trod by Don Rickles and Frank Sinatra, but at age 27 he blew the opportunity of a lifetime. During what could’ve been a career-making appearance on The Tonight Show, he took aim at the Reagan administration and compared UN Ambassador Jeane Kirkpatrick to Adolph Hitler’s beloved Eva Braun.
November is a good time to be a Sonic Youth fan, since onetime Lower East Side fixtures Kim Gordon (now based in Los Angeles) and Thurston Moore (now based in London) are coming ’round Williamsburg to make some noise.
If you’ve been meaning to check out National Sawdust, Williamsburg’s ambitious new avant-garde venue, this is a fine time to do it: Hot on the heels of her first solo song, Gordon, the artist/writer/musician/icon, is playing there with Body/Head, her moody collaboration with fellow guitarist Bill Nace. Tickets ($20) for the Nov. 12 show are available here.
On Nov. 23, Thurston is also appearing as part of a duo, teaming up with fellow downtown legend John Zorn to celebrate the 40th anniversary of Rough Trade.
Tonight, the theme of The Party by Ostbahnhof is Berlin underground. The house music is so loud that it punctuates bodies and walls. A heaving crowd populates the dance floor as video screens radiate kaleidoscopic images. Then, suddenly, the music stops. A woman in flapper pearls and a black lace teddy is covered from head to toe in powdery corpse paint. She raises a helicopter pilot’s microphone to her mouth and shouts a string of German words, brave and harsh-sounding.
Okay, so I can’t say with total confidence that MoMA PS1 threw the best Halloween party on Saturday, but as a lover of geodesic domes I can’t imagine who could’ve topped the gigantic one in the Long Island City art museum’s courtyard (seriously, check out its installation).
It’s 7 p.m., not quite witching hour, but Melissa Madara is intently melting the side of a dark blue spell candle so that it can fit into the mouth of an empty whiskey bottle. “I’m being the most boring witch ever,” she says.
“I’m proud to say that we have the largest collection of syphilitic genitals in the entire United States,” Tim League announced last night as he pulled back a red curtain in the back room of Alamo Drafthouse’s bar. But more about that later.
New York is expensive for business owners (ok, and everybody else), and this can ring especially true for those who run performance spaces. Indeed, commercial successes like Hamilton could lure the ignorant into the sense that it’s very feasible to make live theater work with a long and lucrative life. But that runs contrary to the climate that the smaller spaces and companies exist in, even when they’re the ones creating and initially developing the work that goes on to find success. Keep Reading »
“This is the new punk. Republican is the new cool,” said Milo Yiannopoulos at the reception for #DaddyWillSaveUs, a pro-Trump art exhibition that opened Saturday at Wallplay’s Gallery 151 in Chelsea.
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.