(image via Salty Brine’s Living Record Collection / Facebook)

How Strange It Is
Wednesday, February 7 at Pangea, 7:30 pm: $20 advance, $25 doors

You may have first caught wind of this show back in 2016, when it happened at small East Village venue the Red Room. Whether you did or not, Salty Brine’s cabaret that uniquely puts Neutral Milk Hotel’s In The Aeroplane Over The Sea in a WWII setting has been enjoying an encore run at nearby spot Pangea for the past few weeks. The show is part of his longtime “Living Record Collection” project, in which he performs notable albums in their entirety with a conceptual twist. Past endeavors have included a German cabaret Abbey Road, a Prohibition-era She’s So Unusual, and a sentimental, seafaring rendition of Joni Mitchell’s Blue. Tonight will be the last night of this particular creation, so don’t be a “fool” (ha ha, get it, because that is one of the song titles) and get over there.


(image via The Flea / Facebook)

Thursday, February 8 at The Flea, 11 pm: $12

Usually, when you see a play, there is only one play. There is no sequel, unless you count revivals, which you shouldn’t, because they aren’t sequels. However, there is one place that you can actually come back to and see a continuation of the same theatrical tale, and that’s Serials at The Flea. Each cycle has five ten-minute plays. The three most popular will return with new installments the following week, and the two that ended up at the bottom of the barrel won’t get eliminated entirely, but their writers must write totally new ideas instead. To add to the fun of this late-night theatrical romp, each ticket comes with a free beer. So uh, beer there or beer square?


(poster by Drew Price / via Facebook)

Edy Presents: My Butt Smell Like Shit
Friday, February 9 at Cloud City, 8 pm: $5

Typically, when one sees a show bearing such a title as this, they may be tempted to find some other plans for the night, or maybe an air freshener or two. Honestly, there are not many performers that make adolescent riffs about bodily functions actually fun, but Edy Modica is definitely one of the few that do. From watching her embody an alien trapped in a horrifying human flesh sac to observing her do stand-up as (and from) her own literal butt, there is rarely a dull moment with Edy. If all this sounds intriguing to you, trot on over to her one-woman show at Williamsburg’s Cloud City, full of performances, cartoons, guest stars, audience interaction, an opening set by Francesca d’Uva, and of course, butts.


(image via National Sawdust / Facebook)

Unboxing The Compass
Saturday, February 10 at National Sawdust, 7 pm: $12 advance, $15 doors

Sarah Kinlaw is an artist of many abilities: she directs large-scale immersive performances, she choreographs colorful music videos, she co-runs Bushwick’s Otion Front Studio, she creates and performs her own music, and more. Her latest endeavor Unboxing The Compass combines several of these sensibilities, specifically choreography, directing, music, and performance. The work, which focuses on the potential synchronicity of bodies and was inspired by memory theater, “began as a therapeutic exercise in coping with panic.” So, next time you have to do deep breathing to stop that buzzing feeling in your head and feeling of inexplicable dread that just won’t seem to leave you alone, perhaps also consider what you can create with it.


(image via Ground Floor Comedy / Facebook)

Desks: A Reading Series
Sunday, February 11 at The Corners, 8 pm: FREE

There are a lot of stand-up shows out there. And I mean a lot. But that doesn’t have to be the only way comedy is showcased. The folks at Ground Floor Comedy know this, which is why their new monthly reading series, Desks, at Bed-Stuy bar The Corners has absolutely zero stand-up! Simply none at all. Can you believe it? Instead, they’ve rounded up a fine variety of folks (specifically Steph Cook, Maria Del Russo, Steven Markow, and Carrie Wittmer) who will be sharing their writing. Some of it will be funny, some of it will not be. But by George, it will be written down, and then read aloud. If the thought of this just gets you goin’, but you are not any of the people asked to be on the show, fret not. There will be an “open mic for written work” after the booked sets, and one lucky performer will get their piece shared in the following Ground Floor Comedy newsletter.