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Lit’s Follow-Up Inside of the McKibbin Lofts Finally Opens Friday

(Photos courtesy of Tilt)

(Photos courtesy of Tilt)

Believe it or not, it’s been nearly three years since we broke news that legendary dive Lit Lounge would make a comeback, of sorts, underneath the McKibbin Lofts in East Williamsburg. A lot has happened since then (for one thing, Lit’s old home in the East Village is now The Cock) but it looks like it’s actually, finally happening. The new place hosts its grand-opening party this Friday. It doesn’t have the same name, but it is called Tilt, which is how you’d spell Lit after a long night at Lit.

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Trash Bar Owner Aaron Pierce On His New Bushwick Jazz Joint, The Rosemont

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(Photos courtesy of The Rosemont)

The Rosemont, the new one from Aaron Pierce of bygone Trash Bar, has soft-opened in anticipation of a grand opening in May. For those who remember the Trash Bar (however fondly), The Rosemont (a play on its Montrose Street location) is more than a distinctive step up—it’s really nice, by any standards: gorgeous banquettes, a lovely bar with chic padded barstools, an inviting outdoor courtyard, and spiffy bathrooms. The venue still has live music, but the narrow stage in back will cater to jazz rather than drunken rock, and the specialties behind the bar tend towards bespoke cocktails that have more ingredients than “PBR and a shot.” (Try the ‘69 Camaro, a nice turn on an Old Fashioned.)

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Trash Bar Owner’s New Place Gets Dumped On By Neighbors

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Trash bar owner Aaron Pierce. Directly behind him on the right, resident of 63 Montrose Avenue, Jamie Slaper. (Photo: Jaime Cone)

The owner of Trash Bar, who recently announced his music venue will be closing its doors this spring, faced a wall of opposition against his proposed new bar at a meeting in Williamsburg last night. Though Aaron Pierce claimed his new venture would be a classy bar and restaurant, he wasn’t able to shake Trash Bar’s reputation as a drunken, divey free-for-all (delightful for patrons but frequently termed “a nightmare” by those who would be living near the proposed new establishment). His bar failed to get the support of CB1’s SLA Committee.

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Trash Bar Confirms It’s ‘Following the Flow of Creativity’ Eastward to Bushwick

(Gavin Thomas for NY Mag)

(Gavin Thomas for NY Mag)

Over the holiday break, Timeout reported that Trash Bar “could be closing for good” in Williamsburg. Now the bar has confirmed on Facebook that “the rumors are true,” though it insists it has “definitive plans to re-open at a yet undisclosed Bushwick location.”
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Exploding in Sound: An Indie Label That’s Blowing Up, You Hear?

1658497_10152336345711746_687692639765391456_oEven with our handy-dandy guide to CMJ, it’s hard to know where to head this week — but one thing’s for sure: we’ll be at Silent Barn on Saturday to celebrate the third anniversary of Exploding in Sound.

Dan Goldin started the label in 2011 with money saved up from a desk job at the Newtown Creek Wastewater Treatment Plant. “I didn’t, like, enjoy it,” the Greenpoint resident said of the gig he fell into after college. “But I didn’t hate going in either — it was one of those things where when my day ended, I didn’t have to think about it again.”
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Lit Is Opening a Place in the McKibbin Lofts

Barack and Mitt at Lit. (Photo: Daniel Maurer)

Barack and Mitt at Lit. (Photo: Daniel Maurer)

We’ve been hearing rumblings that the folks behind Lit, which just celebrated 12 years in the East Village, were working on a new bar in the McKibbin lofts. Back in December, Erik Foss said those were just rumors, but now he’s let the cat out of the bag.
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How the Author of Killing Williamsburg Got Questlove to Do a ‘Suicide Set’

(Photo: Kimberlee Hewitt)

(Photo: Kimberlee Hewitt)

Tomorrow at Trash Bar there’s a book party for Killing Williamsburg, and it won’t be the usual wine-and-cheese affair: starting at 7 p.m., the one and only Questlove will spin songs by musicians who killed themselves. Morbid as it may sound, the night’s “suicide set” is in keeping with the book’s macabre plot: a cynical Williamsburger is jolted from his ennui when a plague of mysterious, gruesome suicides threatens to turn his “hip, hopping, happening” neighborhood into a ghost town.
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