This year for the first time in... forever, art-loving Brooklynites won't have to trek repeatedly to the far West Side of Manhattan to attend all the Armory Week fairs on the first weekend of March. Nor will they have to spend any money to attend Art Brooklyn, the first BK-based Armory Week fair, which has announced details of its Dumbo takeover and no-fee admission policy.
It's sort of cute to think that even after being on the scene for well over a decade, at a time when you couldn't change the channel past 11pm without coming across one indie rock band or another, last night's appearance on Fallon was Destroyer's first televised performance ever. It feels good to know that, for a little while anyway, there were still things that were a little too strange, a little too smart to be in a position where it could be seen by, like, your parents.
The Ohio Theater, that storied Soho Off-Off Broadway institution operated by Robert Lyons's Soho Think Tank that was forced to leave its 33 Wooster Street loft last year after almost 20 years, and has been in residence at 3LD in the Financial District since then, has found a new home: the Archive Building (pictured) at 154 Christopher Street in the West Village.
A few days after the NYPD announced its New Year's resolution to start enforcing traffic laws for cyclists, Central Park's dozens of widely ignored traffic lights emerged as the initiative's focus. The resulting disputes have highlighted the inherent problems of expecting cyclists to obey traffic laws designed for drivers, especially on a road where there are virtually no cars.
According to the comments, the problem isn't garbage cans, and it's not confined to Clinton Street.
A census survey released in December determined that the proportion of Italian-Americans among the 8,600 residents in the same two-dozen-square-block area of Lower Manhattan had shrunk to about 5 percent.
And, incredibly, the census could not find a single resident who had been born in Italy.
According to Brooklyn Vegan, it took about 45 minutes for all four LCD Soundsystem shows at Terminal 5 to sell out. With capacity at the venue sitting at right around 3,000, we're talking an additional 12,000 tickets sold, on top of however many were sold for the MSG show, say 15,000. So somewhere in the neighborhood of 25,000 people will see LCD Soundsystem perform live between March 28th and April 2nd, all right here in New York City. How's that saying go again? We win? Maybe so, but some simple mathematics here will clear up one thing: We didn't win nearly as big as Mr. Murphy did. And good for him—we're not nearly as talented, either.
Friday was Beat Nite in Bushwick, meaning neighborhood galleries stayed open late, hosting parties and performances, the small spaces often overflowing with PBR-sipping revelers. All was fine at 8:30 when I stopped in at Arch Collective, a storefront space on Troutman just off Wyckoff, but around 9pm two NYPD officers arrived and issued about a dozen summonses to the visitors drinking inside the gallery.
Have customers started to buy Google e-books through Greenlight's website yet? In great or modest numbers?
Customers have indeed started buying Google ebooks through the Greenlight website—it's fun to watch it happen! At this point, barely two months after the launch of the Google ebooks project (and only three months after our store's ecommerce website went up), it's really just a trickle. But I'm also seeing customers who buy one ebook, then come back and buy half a dozen more—which indicates to me that as people get comfortable with how the buying process and the platform works, we'll definitely see an increase. The impetus is on us now to continue to publicize the availability of ebooks and educate our customers about how they work, in order to increase the number of customers who think of us as a good option for ebooks.
The fifth-highest-grossing Korean film of 2008 takes some very familiar sports-movie liberties with a nation-captivating 2004 Olympic final, but even at 2-plus relentlessly trite hours, Forever the Moment is in some ways essential, for being, by all accounts, the first-ever dramatic feature-length film about the world's coolest sport, team handball.
As you may already have heard—since so many of you internauts visit Orlando annually—Disney World's Hall of Presidents has been treating history rather liberally of late, madlib-ing the POTUS's names in its historical animatronic Hall 'o Presidents. Don't miss President Joe Montana. (Go Niners!)
Remember, kids, it's a plural noun with a possessive apostrophe. And also remember:
Oh. Oh, I see.
So, to recap the week as we head into a three-day weekend: Arcade Fire won an award, lots of people revolted from the confines of their Facebook walls, then Arcade Fire-type people counter-revolted from their Facewall walls. Still no word on the identity of Esperanza Spalding. Happy Presidents' Day!
Ok, it's not The L's intention to accuse Cut Copy of plagiarism, even though last week The Measure noticed their new track, "Need You Now," might've lifted a backbeat from New Order, but this is eerie. Is Akiva Schaffer from The Lonely Island Dan Whitman's long-lost comedic twin? Maybe there are just a lot of tall, skinny white guys who are into sportz (and they don't care who knows)?
They won't exactly be in the nicest part of town: the construction site is on West 32nd Street, with the ocean on one side and Coney Island Houses on the other, almost a mile west of Nathan's Famous.
William Faulkner dismissed Sanctuary, the novel this movie was based on, as a mere potboiler. But even Faulkner’s trash is pretty high-class, so there’s compassion as well as passion in his portrait of a bored Southern belle in the age of prohibition who plays with fire and gets charred to a crisp.
I Saw the Devil, a proudly in-poor-taste thriller about predators playing with their food, opens on a serial killer who's a methodical madman—not unlike, you might say, the filmmakers, who plot their first act with the propulsive precision of expert pulp novelists; think Jim Thompson, or even Cormac McCarthy. The movie's first forty minutes or so—in which special agent and widower Soo-hyeon (Lee Byung-hun) pursues his fiancée's killer while the butcher, Kyung-Chul (Oldboy's Choi Min-sik), stalks fresh prey—is refreshingly efficient: emotional, but never indulgent; psychological, but only broadly, like an issue of Detective Comics. Its focus never strays from The Hunts, its pared-down, parallel procedurals—psychokiller and vigilante, not so much mouse and cat as cat and, um, bigger cat.
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
I need a sweet baby
Here's another good drinking song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1CULMYgUfc