Wolf Eyes: Trip Metal Residency Thursday February 4 through Saturday February 6 at Union Pool: $12 – $14
Vape with the dirty dogs and witness half of Detroit’s noise music scene take over Brooklyn this weekend. The Poppa Bear old timers of Wolf Eyes will lead their little pack of trip metal prodigy puppies– all of whom you’re guaranteed only to have heard from if you lurk around shows in Detroit occasionally, or can claim at least a few drunken years of crashing/ trolling, pissing on pool tables at co-ed parties in Ann Arbor. Or maybe you just read the internet a lot. Who knows? Let’s go with internet underground music dweeb, that way everyone’s invited. Keep Reading »
Wolf Eyes (one of the greatest noise bands ever to emerge from “the dead, dread-filled haunted hills of Michigan,” thank you Forest Juziuk for the incredibly apt description of Michigan’s terrain) is releasing a new album, I Am A Problem: Mind In Pieces, perhaps their one millionth recording to be release October 30th on Third Man Records. You can read more about the band right here but you can celebrate the release of their new album at Trans-Pecos. Don’t sleep on those tix!
Bands Apart is a new weekly column wherein we outline the sometimes vast differences between bands with not-so-different names. Soak up this super important knowledge and we guarantee you’ll impress your friends, bore your mother, and alienate your dog. Up this week: Lazyeyes versus Wolf Eyes.
This is officially the season where all these people who describe themselves as your friends keep calling (on the actual phone, wtf), beckoning you to join them for some really screwed up stuff like BBQs and Beach Bus Excursions. Whatever happened to text messages? Hiding in your apartment for days on end? Unfortunately during summer, such creature comforts are regarded as anti-social, perhaps even dangerous. But if you can make it to these two events, we promise you’ll have a whole heap of excuses to avoid person-on-person contact for the next few months or perhaps even longer, plenty of time for your friends to wrap up their molly bender and quit being so creepy. Reading materials will save you yet.
Detroit-baed philanthropist Gary Wasserman speaking at Markus Linnenbrink’s Williamsburg studio (Photo: Nicole Disser)
Everything was going rather predictably at the preview event for an upcoming arts initiative in Detroit spearheaded by Gary Wasserman, a well-known steel mogul, philanthropist, and patron of the arts in Southeast Michigan. Inside the Williamsburg studio of Markus Linnenbrink there was the requisite colorful, unprovocative artwork chosen for public display, the starchitect with an approachable design, and talk of revitalization of a bankrupt city through the arts. There were even sandwiches. But once the conversation moved into specifics about Wasserman Projects– namely, the launching of a public outreach initiative involving a modular pavilion, $250 chickens, and Zimbabwean mushrooms– that sandwich nearly fell out of my mouth.
“I’m not trying to make anyone jealous by telling you this, but I bought my house for $800,” James Cornish, a Detroit-based artist told the small gathering at Spread Art’s Bushwick Open Studios outpost on Saturday. “Well, we didn’t have cops — which isn’t necessarily as bad as you might think, wooh!”
Cornish, who essentially lives off-the-grid thanks to solar panels, shared an experience that’s become a familiar, but no less envy-inducing refrain when it comes to people describing the benefits (particularly for artists) of living in a place like Detroit. Almost everyone at the discussion audibly gasped. But Cornish and other artists visiting BOS from places like Detroit, Jersey City, and Philadelphia shared some surprisingly similar concerns about ownership, gentrification, and real estate with Bushwick residents.
Philip Kafka, owner of Soho-based advertising firm Prince Media, has put up a second Detroit banner in place of the one we spotted at the beginning of March. Before we could make fun of his latest problematic plea to Bushwickians, the performance artist Matthew Silver and a pal stripped down to their underpants (gross) and freaked out some brunching Millennials (ew).
So a screen-printed canvas banner isn’t exactly in the tradition of Diego Rivera’s proletarian frescos, but the message this building-sized advert is sending to Bushwick residents is loud and clear. Detroit: the land of opportunity, Bushwick: nearing saturation. Keep Reading »
Casey Rocheteau in 2013 (Photo: Thomas Sayers Ellis)
When Brooklyn-based poet Casey Rocheteau first heard about Write A House Detroit, a unique writer-in-residence program that awards selected writers with a permanent home in Detroit, she didn’t know what to think. “I wasn’t necessarily convinced that I should apply right away,” she said. But when Airea D. Matthews , a Detroit-based poet, posted a status on Facebook encouraging other poets to apply to the program, Rocheteau says she was convinced. “I applied, of course, with no expectation of actually getting it,” she said. “I just thought it seemed like a really fantastic and interesting idea.” Keep Reading »
Brooklyn-based writer Matthew Hodges hosts an evening of readings with a crew of exciting new voices.Lauren Keils is a Brooklyn-based poet (and painter and possibly a psychadelic singer and definitely an amateur taxidermist) from Detroit.Zan de Parry, too, hails from Michigan. Elizabeth Mikesch is the owner of Brest Pressand the author of Niceties, “a subversive text of lingual dissonance in which vocality precedes sense-making operations.” May-Lan Tan—a young poet whose first book was deemed “an excellent debut about loners and outcasts” by The Guardian—will also be reading, as will Beth Steidle, whose recently published The Static Herd (a starkly lyrical meditation on death) earned praise from Heavy Feather Review.
It’s no wonder Detroit came up time and time again as an alternative to rapidly gentrifying NYC during our conversations at the Newsroom. Those abandoned buildings are often the site of epic dance parties and roving clubs, hosted by the city’s best DJs – or so says Amy Braunschweiger, who grew up an hour outside of the Motor City. Keep Reading »