The rest of the Gowanus is green from toxic sludge, but there's something "green" going on at the canal's mouth, where the big empty lot jutting out into Gowanus Bay from the Sunset Park waterfront at the end of 29th Street looks vacant, but is actually in the process of being raised by four feet and, by December 2011 (fingers crossed!) it will be the gleaming, glowing structure above, the Sims Municipal Recycling Facility.
Since there are so many young writers living in Brooklyn, do you feel any competitiveness, or more collaboration and encouragement? Or do you not feel there’s a scene and feel isolated from all this?
I think the middle one. When you’re actually sitting there writing, you’re by yourself. You’re not think about your peers, you’re not thinking about a scene, you’re not thinking about what’s going on in your kitchen, I’m mean you’re just alone and, hopefully, immersed in the work. But the rest of the time, maybe some friendly competition, but for the most part people that are here are really happy to have fellow travelers, and a community of peers and colleagues, people who will come hear you read and people who you’ll go hear read.
Henry, I think this is the strongest category we've examined this Oscar season. More powerful and focused than the necessarily broad Best Picture noms, less pompous (mostly) than the preening acting contenders, and not too reliant on children and childlike creatures to hook audiences—as in the live-action and animated shorts—the short docs (especially the three best) are arresting and compelling, highly specific in their stories yet incredibly affecting.
It's hard to remember when New York City museums hold their various free, discounted and by donation days/evenings/weeks. MoMA is free Friday from 4-8pm except it's always crazy packed, the New Museum is free on Thursday evenings (like tonight!) from 7-9pm, ICP is by donation Friday from 5-8pm, and the Brooklyn Museum is free all day on the first Saturday of every month, right? Right! So says the extremely helpful new single-function site I Heart NY Museums, which maps, spreadsheets and lists all the pertinent info for museums and other attractions in the city. Never mistakenly turn up expecting to get in for free and end up paying for art again! (Hyperallergic, Photo)
I love guacamole so much that sometimes I just eat it by the forkful (as shown), so on March 6th I’m clearing my calendar and putting on my fat pants for Nacho NY’s Brooklyn Guacamole Crawl at 5 Burro Café, Alma and Calexico, all in the Carroll Gardens/Columbia Street Waterfront District region.
Following on the success of its Dick Chicken!-curated street art installation during Art Basel Miami back in December (pictured), Armory Week satellite fair Fountain New York will be doing the same (or similar) when it takes over Pier 66 and the Frying Pan next week for its sixth annual installment.
The last time Beach House was in New York, they were opening for The National at Prospect Park. That was back in July of 2010, four months after the release of Teen Dream. Although the album would end up being my favorite of the year, there was something off about the concert. Victoria Legrand, the most bewitching of lead singers, admitted as much last night when, referring to a show Beach House performed in last spring at Webster Hall, she said, “Everything feels totally different,” before launching into “Used to Be.” It’s true: they’re not the same they used to be.
This past weekend Wallabout Oyster Theatre, an off-shoot of the artist collective Rufus Corporation, produced their second show in the Kent Avenue home-studio loft of Rufus member Simon Lee. On the menu, in addition to actual oysters (though not from Wallabout, hopefully), were monologues from novels by William Golding (Lord of the Flies), William Faulkner (The Reivers) and Cormac McCarthy (Blood Meridian).
For our readers who may not be familiar with your work, what’s the most accurate thing someone else has said about it?
“There’s too much sex in it.” -My mother.
Prospect Park West is currently ground zero in the Brooklyn Bike Wars (replacing Bedford Avenue in years past), but the next bike lane battleground might be Lafayette Avenue. The Fort Greene Patch reports that the city's Department of Transportation has determined that a bike lane would be an effective traffic-calming device for Lafayette—not to mention making some room for all those cyclists, author included, who take Lafayette to get from Downtown Brooklyn and Fort Greene to points East.
"I'm gonna have that carwash, and a deep freezer full of steaks, and ass!" declares Gene Hackman's Max. The film's ambitions are just as uncomplicated. His plan is to open up a carwash in Pittsburgh, where he's been sending money to a savings account, with newfound friend Francis (Al Pacino), whom he meets while both are trying to hitchhike the same backwater California road. Max takes his scheme seriously, proven by his pages of notes and readiness with details about the plastic pipes and soft brushes they'll be using. Francis, a former sailor who is more ambiguously adrift, is content to make Max laugh and cocoon himself in a dominant personality, though he insists they stop off in Detroit so he can deliver a lamp to a son or daughter he's never met, and maybe reconcile with the woman he abandoned.
As the folks living near the High Line know, if you're going to have a really expensive park in your neighborhood you're going to pay for it one way or another (but, hey, property values go up!). There they have a tax and a business improvement district to help foot the bill on the city's most expensive park, something officials behind the quickly, fancily expanding Brooklyn Bridge Park had planned to avoid by building condos on park property, but now local groups are proposing other options to pay the park's $16 million annual maintenance costs.
Tax officials, meanwhile, moved on to their next target.
And, thanks to the Library of Congress, all of our one-liners will be perpetually preserved in posterity/the harsh light of day and sobriety.
In the back room Maher is building a stage, and he hopes to feature live music. Wait—O'Connor's Backroom, featuring live bands? Sounds like Maher is building the new Freddy's. But is he?
Julianna Barwick’s voice has taken her all over the world. Looped and layered to ecstatic heights, the Brooklyn singer/songwriter continues to utilize her vocals in a more experimentally dedicated way than anyone else currently making music in the borough. Her serene, transporting music has lead to opening spots across Europe for bold-faced names like Panda Bear and The Dirty Projectors, as well as gigs at most of New York City’s best-known venues. Not bad for a performer working only with a microphone and a couple pieces of gear small enough to be safely stowed away in a Honda Accord’s glove-box.
In a momentary lull from a near-constant cycle of recording and touring, we chatted with Barwick via e-mail about her (BNM'd) new record, The Magic Place (out this week on Asthmatic Kitty) and the continued evolution of her singular live show.
The calm run of the evening ebbed and flowed, one might say, like a versified sentence.
Finally a good break from hectic weekdays..
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