You may have caught Lora Faye when she hit Rockwood Music Hall for The Deli‘s CMJ showcase; tomorrow the Bushwick singer-songwriter returns to the neighborhood to play the 10 p.m. slot at Drom.
Faye and her band recently invited us into their practice space to record a fresh track called “The Leans.” Watch the video and you might sense some blues and jazz influences in Faye’s strong vocal choices, and in the sweeping guitar parts by Nick Lerman (they’re accompanied by backup vocalist Rachel Brotman, bassist Julia Adamy, and drummer Ross Pederson).
For more by Faye, check out Waltzes, the EP she released in August after she beat out about 2,000 entrants to win NPR’s Mountain Stage NewSong Songwriting Contest.
Halloween may be over but true horror fans watch scary movies year-round. This year’s NYC Horror Fest kicks off with NYC’s very own Lloyd Kaufman — the man behind independent film company Troma for the past 40 years — being presented with a lifetime achievement award. That’ll be followed the U.S. premiere of Return to Nuke ‘Em High Vol. 1, which picks up right where 1986’s Class of Nuke ‘Em Highleaves off. What kind of mutations will the torn down nuclear power plant spawn this time? More →
Nothing is real but the girl, but what about this?
That’s right: there’s now a Debbie Harry bobblehead. Till now, we’ve had to settle for the Debbie Harry Barbie, which, as you can imagine, looks pretty much like any other Barbie (which has confused a lot of folks who’ve seen it displayed in our office alongside our Ramones collection).
This new doll — limited to 1,000 2,000 units — is made by Drastic Plastic, creators of the Iggy Pop bobblehead, and it’s being shipped Monday by Aggronautix, makers of “throbbleheads” in the likeness of East Village punk legends GG Allin and Handsome Dick Manitoba. The Debbie doll will set you back $24.95 and can be ordered here.
It’s no secret that the Airbnb economy is thriving in New York City — after all, the Times was on it this week. Visitors to the city can tap in to the crash-pad social network to rent out anything from enormous luxury loft apartments in Williamsburg (for mere hundreds of dollars a night) to cozy, but apparently windowless futon-hallways in the East Village for as little as 60 bones. Airbnb isn’t couch-surfing cheap, but it still offers travelers a more affordable option than hotels and lets outsiders in on the less tourist-riddled pockets of the city. More →
That coffee-and-crepes spot isn’t the only newcomer on First Avenue. On the other side of St. Marks Place, around the corner from where Cafe Rakka recently closed for renovations, Parmys Persian Fusion just opened, serving what it says is the “first and only Persian food in the East Village.”
Co-owners Amir and Mojgan Raoufi, from the northern Iranian city of Tabriz, hope to fill what they see as a culinary void. More →
Halloween has passed, taking its tribute bands with it, but on Nov. 24 at Bowery Electric, a slew of artists will try to do justice to the late, great Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground at a tribute show that’s being dubbed “Last Great American Whale.” The lineup is still in flux but the list of early confirmations, below, is impressive — and includes everyone from a couple of members of TV on the Radio to some musicians who actually played with Reed. Proceeds from the $20 go toward the Ali Forney Center for at-risk LGBT youth. More →
The last time someone tried to sling Neapolitan slices in the East Village, it was 2 Bros.’s short-lived Totale Pizzeria. But Forcella is hoping to succeed where los dos hermanos failed and has converted part of its dining room into Slice of Naples, a takeout spot serving (you guessed it) Neapolitan slices. It’ll be open from noon to 4 a.m., so, yeah, between this and Cafe Standard, the Bowery just got some pretty solid late-night/early-morning dining options. More →
It’s not every ukulele player who goes from being homeless and broke to filling the room at CMJ. But last month at Ella Lounge, the front row was practically treading on Catey Shaw’s toes as she sang. “Watch your feet!” she said. “This is rock n’ roll.” More →