I am terrified of haunted houses because they usually include the things that I find to be most terrifying: People leaping out from around corners, people screaming something in your ear, teamwork of some sort, and theater majors running at you from down a hallway. None the less, I still very much enjoy going to them because I get a great deal of pleasure out of being in uncomfortable situations. Being in a uncomfortable situation, for me, is the same as going to a day spa because it cancels everything out to zero. You’re there. Things are happening to you. And you don’t have to think about anything else. More →
All day long, trick-or-treaters have been hitting us up for candy (our one pouch of Big League Chew went fast), but one thing’s for sure: we’re not getting hit as hard as our neighbors across the street.
F.K. Sweetland, a candy distributor at 152 Grand Street, has been around for 25 years (its faded sign still advertises “sports shakes” and “freeze pops”). Rocky Ksed, the place’s 29-year-old manager, inherited it from his father. On this late, rainy Halloween afternoon, trucks were still being loaded. More →
Never one to disappoint, this year’s Tompkins Square Halloween Dog Parade was better than ever, with plenty of pop culture references, team costumes, and even a fairy tale marriage proposal. Click through the images to see the nods to Breaking Bad, Anthony Weiner, Banksy and 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.
After a weekend of belated Halloween and Day of the Dead celebrations, how about another bit of eerie entertainment? Better than a bag of candy, more shiver-inducing than a zombie apocalypse: ladies and gentlemen, we present The Cramps.
For more than a quarter of a century, the band cave-stomped their signature brand of rockabilly and blues with a blend so stripped down that for years, they used no bass. Relying on sinuous guitars and drums to stake their rhythms, they created a sound that invoked surf rock, grade-B horror films and a whiff of medicine show. Lead singer Lux Interior hated the use of the term psychobilly to describe their sound but the fans embraced it. More →