If things had gone as planned, the St. Mark’s Bookshop would’ve been closed for good by now. But the store has received a stay of execution and is still holding out, selling off its books at half-price while hoping for a miracle– or at least more investors to join the two who have already stepped up. Still, with new information surfacing about the plan for a St. Mark’s redux, it’s not looking good. Asked how long he thought the store had, owner Bob Contant guessed, “We might be here until the end of the month.”
Big Al: a Week in the Life of the Reverend Al Sharpton
Wednesday February 17, 7 pm at the Wythe Hotel: $11.50
Hey, it’s Black History Month which means we should be celebrating all kinds of incredible achievements from major badasses throughout American history. And, hey nothing against
penis peanuts, but why don’t we give someone other than George Washington Carver a go for once? I’ll never, ever forget the look on my middle school teacher’s face when I told her, after reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X, I was considering converting to Islam– but what about some black icons who are part of our living history?
Three men were sentenced for kidnapping and robbing two victims in Greenpoint in December 2013. The assailants tortured one victim with a blowtorch and lit cigarettes until he revealed where he stored his cash. [Brooklyn Daily Eagle]
At 110 Green Street, a developed ponied up $103 million dollars for Greenpoint’s priciest residential sale, which covered 130-unit, six-story property. [Real Estate Weekly]
Plans to convert the former Greenpoint Hospital into affordable housing have been put on hold again because the site is currently being used as the laundry facility for shelters city-wide. [DNA Info]
Longtime Lower East Side poet John Farris died of a heart attack at his E. 3rd Street apartment on January 22. He was 75 years old. [The Villager]
Next week a trio of local business owners will lobby Community Board 3 with their plans to replace the onetime Nevada Smiths on Third Avenue with a bar/coffee house/vintage record store called Vinyl, a tribute to the Irish band Thin Lizzy. [EV Grieve]
While the city council was busy debating high-level zoning changes to promote affordable housing, Community Board 3 also engaged in the ongoing effort to battle the effects of the city’s red-hot real estate market, putting forward ideas for new zoning to preserve downtown Manhattan’s traditionally vibrant retail scene.
Last weekend marked a victory for goths, Tarot freaks, and magic nerds everywhere as the second annual Occult Humanities Conference convened at NYU for a sold-out marathon of lectures with names like “Blues Magic,” “Bohemian Occult Subculture in Britain’s 1890s,” and “The Cut in Ritual Psychoanalysis and Art.” And while, yes, in many ways this was an academic-ish conference, organized by Pam Grossman (founder of the esoterica blog Phantasmaphile) and Jesse Bransford (Chair of the Art & Art Professions Department at NYU), the convening of occultists and occult obsessives still managed to keep it real.
Today a pair of men, ages 23 and 24, were arrested for stabbing a man in the back multiple times on East 9th Street this past December. [NBC NY]
A man in Greenpoint’s McGolrick Park was robbed last Wednesday morning of his phone and wallet. [Brooklyn Paper]
Seven fully-insured surrealist paintings were stolen from a Bogart Street gallery in Williamsburg on January 24. [Brooklyn Paper]
The folks behind Edi & the Wolf and The Third Man are venturing well west of their stomping grounds on Avenue C. Tonight they’ll open Freud in Greenwich Village. As ya might’ve guessed from the name, this is another contemporary Austrian joint, meant to evoke a turn-of-the-century tavern in chef Eduard Frauneder’s native Vienna. And as you also might’ve guessed, the 65-seat dining room is a real beaut, complete with requisite floral arrangements. That’s not entirely due to Florian Altenburg, who designed the sumptuous sister spots as well. The tile and wainscoting are left over from Pasticerria Bruno Bakery, which spent 41 years here on La Guardia Place.
Friday morning, a 54-year-old man died after collapsing while pedaling down Kingsland Avenue in Greenpoint during inclement weather. [NY Daily News]
Ludlow Coffee Supply, which will include a barbershop, will officially replace The Pink Pony at 176 Ludlow Street. [Bowery Boogie]
Principals behind The Late Late and Webster Hall filed paperwork to replace Hop Devil Grill and Nino’s Pizza, adjoining spaces at the corner of St. Mark’s Place and Avenue A, with a bar/restaurant/co-working space called The Honey Fitz. [EV Grieve]
A lawyer for the struggling St. Mark’s Bookshop tells us “they’re probably not going to be around much longer, we’re talking days.” Since we last reported on the shop’s fight against eviction in the face of $62,000 in back rent, its problems have only mounted in the form of a $34,400 tax lien and a dispute with one of its biggest book distributors involving thousands more dollars in debt. Yesterday, the shop announced a “clearance sale” in a last-ditch effort to raise money before a forthcoming auction.
The MTA says this morning’s snowfall will cause delays on every subway line. [DNA Info]
At 185 Bowery Wednesday, the Department of Buildings issued a stop-work order against the future 19-story CitizenM Hotel, citing construction safety concerns. [Bowery Boogie]
Turns out Lead Belly, the legendary post-war Louisianan blues and folk singer was a New Yorker near the end of his life. What’s more, he was a resident of the East Village. (We learned that, and a lot more about the iconic proto-rock-n’-roller at the unveiling of his commemorative plaque.) So it’s fitting that, a little more than 128 years after his birth, he’s getting a grand celebration at Carnegie Hall. Er, wait– if the guy’s been so insanely influential, why wasn’t he playing at Carnegie Hall back when he was breathing? Well, in a word– racism.
But also, the guy just didn’t sell that many records in his lifetime, despite having a stamp of approval from the preeminent American folk music chroniclers of the day (John and Alan Lomax), the Governor of Texas (who, dazzled by Lead Belly’s songwriting chops, pardoned him from serving a sentence for murder), and WNYC and CBS (both stations gave him radio shows back in the day). But in the end, Lead Belly wins, as the guy who will go down in history as one of the greatest musicians ever, so great he spawned even more greatest-musicians-ever. As George Harrison once said, “No Lead Belly, No Beatles.” Nuff said.
Tickets start at $40.