The Jazz Age Lawn Party, now in its 11th year, returned to Governors Island this weekend for a gay old time. Photographer Nick McManus took this group portrait at the conclusion of Saturday’s throwback fête, around 5 p.m. Click to enlarge the photo and, in the sea of Prohibition-era pageantry, you’ll spot organizer Michael Arenella (on stage with baton) and his Dreamland Orchestra. To see the Gatsby-esque outfits up close, check out The Cut’s slideshow. And to get in on the next lawn parties, Aug. 13 and 14, head over here for tickets.
At Judson Memorial Church, 55 Washington Square South, Greenwich Village. Free. More info here.
Typically, when we go see a performance of any sort, the material we’re watching has been written, rewritten, and carefully narrowed down from a presumable slew of ideas. Dead Darlings, a monthly show curated by performer and female drag queen Amanda Duarte, seeks to assemble a group of artists to show work that didn’t make the final cut or has not yet found a home. This time is “book club edition,” so there’ll be a gaggle of authors reading their work: Dave Hill (Inside Amy Schumer), Michael Schulman (Her Again: Becoming Meryl Streep), Rebecca Traister (All The Single Ladies), and Cintra Wilson (Fear And Clothing).
It’s forecast to rain all weekend (boo), but today the weather gods are giving us a pretty tantalizing taste of the summer vibes around the corner. And we all know what that means: soaking up drinks, drinks, and more draaanks galore.
The Passport Program is a not-too-shabby way to make your summer imbibing a little bit cheaper, especially if your #goals this summer include expanding your cocktail repertoire and hitting new bars on the drink scene.
Even as Urban Outfitters continues to market fresh new record players to the masses, record shops seem to be on their way out (RIP, Other Music). So, like everything else, it’s to the digital world we turn: curated record subscription services are moving in with bells and whistles to “disrupt” old-fashioned crate-digging. For example, every month the good folks over at Vinyl Me, Please dig up an often forgotten-about classic, like The Fugees’ The Score, Black Sabbath’s Paranoid or Wilco’s AM, and reissue it with exclusive artwork–for about $23 a month, it’s almost like a fancy, slow-moving Pandora for your record player.
Summer is really coming together, folks. Especially since two of the season’s highlights, for music lurvers, just announced their lineups.
Vans House Parties Summer Series
May 19 to July 6 at 25 Franklin St. in Greenpoint; free with www.houseofvans.com
This series has brought bands like the Melvins and Dinosaur, Jr. to a massive industrial space equipped with a skate ramp and state-of-the-art stage. This time around, acts will include ’90s NYC post-hardcore band Quicksand; local rockers Dive; Atlanta hip-hop duo Rae Sremmurd; Helmet/Don Caballero offspring Battles; jazzy hip-hop reimaginers BadBadNotGood; and festival favorites Neon Indian. There will also be a ton of art from local artists, including a massive collage of punk flyers collected by Scott Ewalt, the DJ and artist who is Kenny Scharf’s collaborator in the Cosmic Cavern.
As if the Ramones exhibit wasn’t enough, here’s another reason to have “Rock, Rock, Rockaway Beach” stuck in your head: the folks at the Riis Park Beach Bazaar have announced their lineup of food vendors, and it’s got us slathering sunblock on our wind-chapped faces.
Will it be as uplifting as the impromptu tributes across New York City or the Purple Rain Day second line in New Orleans? It remains to be seen, but Brooklyn Borough President Eric L. Adams has announced that he’ll host a celebration of Prince this Friday at Fort Greene Park. A press release promises three hours of his music, followed by an 8 p.m. screening of Purple Rain.
It comes a little too late for the Tribeca Film Festival, but if you’re planning to head down to Battery Park City to peep those giant bunny rabbits, you might want to know that, today, celeb chef Jose Garces opens an outpost of his popular Philadelphia tapas bar, Amada, at Brookfield Place.
“I thought a movie about a dead mom would be very appealing,” Demetri Martin, er, deadpanned after a screening of his debut feature, Dean, at Tribeca Film Festival. “Box office gold.”
Let’s face it, Cecil Taylor’s music isn’t what you put on the hifi to unwind after a long day at work— google the pianist and composer and you’ll find words like frenzied, cacophonous, and “acquired taste” used to describe his particular brand of free jazz, a genre he pioneered – along with Ornette Coleman—during late-’50s performances at the legendary Five Spot Café on the Bowery.