Does anybody still remember what Dr. Leary said about “set” and “setting”? Seeing movies at critics’ screenings isn’t always the best way to do them justice, and I distinctly remember sitting at the MGM screening room on Park Avenue sometime after lunch and feeling underwhelmed by Dave Chappelle’s concert movie. The sound wasn’t turned up […]
Photo: VickieVictoria To quote some enthused drunkard from late last night, Grace Potter fucking brings it. We saw her twice yesterday, first in front of Grand Central, and later at Brooklyn’s Southpaw. As enjoyable as the afternoon set was, the bottom of a skyscraper canyon isn’t quite right for the 23-year-old Vermont singer–the guy in […]
James Ruchala was in town for a brief stint last week, so we went down to Freddy’s Backroom in Brooklyn for the reunion of his old-time band: Sarah Alden (fiddle), Dave Green (guitar), Nate Landau (bass), and James (banjo.) In this video you can watch them play “Greasy Coat,” “Dink’s Tune,” and “Stay All Night.” […]
“Brooklyn is the worst place on earth for a writer,” says Sara Gran–but what does she know about the cement trucks of Astoria?
One reading down, a half dozen to go: At Smut Night, Marcy had the hipsters at Galapagos rolling in the aisles with a few twisted sex scenes from Twins. Sharing the stage with her were Abby Ehman, who told a few embarssing Burning Man stories, and Get Your War On David Rees, who promised X-Rated […]