Bobby Drake in Lake Street’s bathroom. (Photo: Jesse Sposato)
What do a bunch of band dudes from the Midwest, who now live in Greenpoint, do when not making music together? Easy: they open a bar. Bobby Drake (The Hold Steady, w/o.), Frank Bevan (w/o.), Rob Pope (Spoon), Eric Odness (The Wanted, Primitive Weapons) named Lake Street after a major thoroughfare in Minneapolis, and they want it to be reminiscent of the bars they used to hang out at back home – “kind of old-man divey but cool bars, you know, where they could be sketchy, but not really,” Drake told Bedford + Bowery during a chat at the nearly finished space at 706 Manhattan Avenue, near Norman. More →
Depending on whose tweets you prefer, Black Flag spent Friday and Saturday either “destroying” or “kicking the crap out of” Warsaw, only to go on to do a Sunday show at a venue so secret that if anyone gave up the name (Grand Victory) they probably would’ve had to disappear to Hong Kong. (Seriously, the email confirmation was all: “Any social media or other discovered leaks of location may result in denied entry.”) More →
They don’t roll on Shabbos, or anytime else. But among the Hasidim of South Williamsburg, a grassroots organization is pushing for more bike-share stations.
Hasidim For Bikes, founded late last month, is committed to uniting those members of the Hasidic community who are psyched for bikes — and bummed about a perceived dearth of bike stations south of Broadway. More →
A little over a week ago, The Times reported that the Los Angeles Chessboxing Club was set to make its debut at Gleason’s Gym. Somehow, the paper failed to note that the bizarre hybrid sport — which started in Amsterdam and has gained popularity across Europe — is also being practiced right here in New York City. More →
The Papaya King that opened in the East Village last month is all about St. Marks Place. There’s a dog named after St. Marks resident Jimmy McMillan, who scored the King’s endorsement for mayor; and a sign on the back wall tells us that Lenny Bruce once lived on St. Marks (strangely, there’s no sign giving props to Crif Dogs for being the first place on St. Marks to combine hot dogs and video games). More →
“This year is a mess,” says Tim Kent as sweat drips from his head. “Nothing is done, everything is unfinished, and I’m not happy with any of it.”
It is the Friday night of Bushwick Open Studios, and there is less than half an hour until the start of a reception for friends and supporters. The artist – and former bassist for the Giraffes – is stretched out on a brown leather sofa under his loft bed. As soon as his girlfriend Charlotte, clad in black, begins cooing about the library he built for her, he makes an anxious beeline for his workspace at the far end of the apartment and continues cleaning, clearing. More →
During some between-song banter at Red Hare’s live debut at the Knitting Factory last month, the band’s frontman Shawn Brown marveled at the contrast between Williamsburg today and his first time playing CBGB in the ‘80s with his DC hardcore band Swiz.
“I definitely remember the city being a little grittier,” Brown told Bedford + Bowery backstage. “There weren’t any pie shops or knitting shops, or anything like that on the Bowery.” More →
On Knickerbocker Avenue, two neighboring thrift stores have nearly identical prices — and yet there doesn’t seem to be a heck of a lot of crossover between their clientele.
At Urban Jungle, artfully arranged bric-a-brac (a toboggan! a skateboard!) hangs from the ceiling and the colorfully painted walls. Twenty-somethings snatch up the type of cut-off jorts and camo jackets that are featured on the store’s blog (sample post: “Vintage Marky Mark & The Funky Bunch Cassette Tape”). Outside, they pose against one of the nearby murals for Instagram shots of their own. More →
Pat Ivers and Emily Armstrong are sifting through their voluminous archive of punk-era concert footage as it’s digitized for the Downtown Collection at N.Y.U.’s Fales Library.
Described by the Soho Weekly News as “New York’s best party band,” Strange Party was a witty, stylish group serving up a fizzy cocktail of performance art with a dash of Latin-infused new wave. They were a huge outfit with six backup musicians and four vocalists upfront. And what vocalists! Led by downtown art star Joey Arias, the quartet was rounded out by Tony Frere, Paige Wood, and Janus Budde. They were eccentric and compelling — their guitarist George Elliot once described the band as “a little like heavy metal Ricky Ricardo.” Joey suggested they were just trying to turn art into fun. More →
Pat Ivers and Emily Armstrong continue sorting through their archives of punk-era concert footage as it’s digitized for the Downtown Collection at N.Y.U.’s Fales Library.
John Cale on the road. (Photo: Robert Medici)
Five Favorite Facts about John Cale:
He studied musicology at London’s Goldsmiths College in the early 1960s, where his teachers dubbed him “Most Hateful Student”before awarding him a prestigious Leonard Bernstein scholarship to study with the Boston University Orchestra.