If Greenpoint’s vinyl district hasn’t yielded any gems lately, you may want to make a pilgrimage to midtown later this week, because the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts is selling off about 22,000 dupe LPs from its Rodgers and Hammerstein Archives of Recorded Sound. And they’re going “cheap. Like, real cheap.”
The way the NYPL , this is going to be one epic sale. More →
You may have noticed something, erm, unusual in the window of the gallery/store/performance space hybrid that recently opened next to A Repeat Performance. The small storefront at First Ave., near East Ninth, now sports a giant “cat sarcophagus”: a life-sized papier-mâché monster whose multi-colored three-eyed visage looks rather like what might happen if Picasso and Dr. Seuss came together to teach a high-school art class. More →
You probably saw the clip of Solange performing at a laundromat near Barclays Center earlier this week. Yep, Del Rio Ortiz shot that one too. While the 30-year-old filmmaker specializes in music videos, his portfolio also includes live concerts, tour videos, a documentary special on Blood Orange, and several short film collaborations with Slutever’s Karley Sciortino. He’s spending his summer shooting a series of live performances (including the Solange one) as part of the Uncapped series for Vitaminwater/The Fader. More →
Since October of 2011, Andy Simmons and Holly MacGibbon have been making dark, beautiful pop rock together as Weeknight. After a busy summer of finishing up a forthcoming debut album and touring the U.S. with Montreal shoegaze-pop outfit Valleys, the burgeoning Bushwick duo spoke to us ahead of their show at 285 Kent tonight, where they’ll be sharing the bill with another Montreal-based act, Blue Hawaii. More →
If you’d like some performance with your art tonight, check out Shakespeare in the Parking Lot, which is taking over the open pavement in the Municipal Parking Lot on the corner of Ludlow and Broome for the premiere of their second free show of the summer, Richard III. The all-female Women Center Stage Festival is revving up for its closing weekend, starting tonight with A Groundbreakers Playlist, a series of short performances that feature a show about Justin Beiber playing a lesbian-themed video game and then “turning into a turnip.” To keep things weird all weekend, read on for our art picks. More →
It’s Tropical Thursday here on Bedford + Bowery — now that we’ve introduced you to “castaway rock,” how bout some “turf rock”? Swaai Boys take their inspiration from the idea of adventure, manifesting in a hybrid genre they also call “tropical pop.” More →
Now that you’ve read the with Ashley Cardiff, you’re probably thinking, “Hey, I’m in my 20s and all about North Brooklyn, too! How can I write a memoir. Ashley’s here to show you how.
Note: those kittens are more than just cute.
So you’ve just graduated from a small liberal arts college — English major, art history minor — and the only way you can realize your ambitions of being a successful writer is paying some outlandish Brooklyn rents. Granted, you’re all of 22, have lived in no discernibly interesting way and haven’t even gained enough distance from your adult relationships to analyze them with any clarity. Most offensive of all, you’re a lady (people don’t really get outraged at dudes for writing about themselves).
…Lucky for you, though, you’re young, look great in selfies, and you’re more than willing to churn out 3,000 words about your first threesome. For those ladies who relish confessional writing as much as they love spending $12 on a jar of pickles — here’s a helpful guide from one twentysomething female writer to another. More →
Ashley at her native drinking hole, Shayz Lounge (Photo: Natalie Rinn)
Ashley Cardiff — incisive, often hilarious voice from The Gloss — released a book this month called Night Terrors: Sex, Dating, Puberty and Other Alarming Things. As you might guess from the title, the 27-year-old Williamsburger’s essay collection recounts her experiences with sexual development and peripheral subjects like pick-up artists, pubic hair and masturbation. The stories span her time from a precocious yungun’ in California to a disillusioned editorial assistant in New York City. More →
Dan Pierson was in awe of Robert Leslie when he heard him playing in the Second Avenue F station for quarters. But instead of dropping a bill in the British-born performer’s guitar case and moving along, he took his card and invited him to perform at the apartment-warming party he was throwing on his Brooklyn Heights roof. More →
Apostrophe lies in a patch of Bushwick otherwise punctuated mostly by apartment buildings and bodegas. The precise definition of the space, which draws its name from the Frank Zappa album, varies with time of day. Tonight at 9 p.m. it’ll be a performance venue, as the bands Snow Wite, Nu Depth, and Fluct take the basement stage. On Thursday it’ll be an art gallery, as a recent exhibit of photos, “Villain People,” comes to a close. Usually it’s a living space and occasionally it’s a barber shop. More →