Lou Reed has developed quite an enduring literary crush on Edgar Allan Poe. In 2003, Reed released a two disc set of reworked Edgar Allan Poe pieces, collectively titled The Raven, that were set to music and read aloud. Celebrities, including David Bowie, Steve Buscemi and Willem Dafoe, contributed their vocal talents to the project. But now the year is 2011, and Reed is revisiting the album to create a graphic novel accompaniment. [via Gothamist]
So imagine what she has to say about the geese of Prospect Park.
In a recent column about the ongoing goose wars, she writes, "Call me cruel. The only good goose I know is served on a plate." OK: you're cruel. No doubt about it. But that cruelty seems like merely a symptom of something deeper: psychopathy, perhaps, or narcissistic personality disorder? I'm not the first to consider this. "Andrea Peyser is...mentally ill," writes the only commenter on a New York Magazine profile, "sick on the soul."
In an announcement this morning the Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM) and Barclays Center of Brooklyn revealed a curatorial collaboration through which BAM will recommend "unique shows from throughout the world" to be performed in the 18,000 seat arena. The collaboration is aimed at attracting only productions that would be making their New York City debuts—otherwise we'd already have one suggestion.
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NBC'S Oresti Tsonopoulos caught up with Pepper Rabbit's Xander Singh after his Northside set at the Knitting Factory, and Singh explained that it was because New Yorkers were incredibly supportive and easy to get along with that he feels drawn to the place. Wait, what? Okay! We'll take it! Actually, can we take credit for this statement and attribute to an awesome music and filming session we had with Pepper Rabbit at Lucky Dog Bar? Brooklynites: Ambassadors of goodwill.
Yesterday two new large-scale artworks were spotted on the Lower East Side: Vandalog found Shepard Fairey putting up a huge and quite beautiful stencil (after the jump) at the corner of Bowery and Rivington on the building that houses Sue Scott Gallery—two blocks south of the new JR photo mural where Fairey's work was thoroughly defaced a couple years ago—and Bowery Boogie noticed a new JR photograph (above) covering plywood at the recently shuttered Essex Street bar Mason Dixon.
I didn’t see The GoodTimesKid, but I’ve seen almost all the rest of your movies. I liked them all, but I particularly connected with Nobody Needs to Know.
Really! No way. Where were you when that film came out? We got nobody. Letting that thing off the shelf and allowing it as a download was one of the best things I ever did. It was almost impossible to get into festivals, and the idea of distribution was completely impossible. So when I hear that it’s finding its way to homes, it’s just… it’s really encouraging. I get these random emails maybe like once a month, or someone on Facebook will contact me or I’ll meet somebody.
Every movie about young artists struggling to stay true to their ideals should have the fire-in-your-guts venom that Malaysian writer/director Yeo Joon Han invests in Sell Out, a take-no-prisoners musical comedy about being young and disillusioned in a world where selling out is inevitable, planned obsolescence is a fact of life and contradicting your boss isn’t an option.
Remember when last year, singer, performance and video artist Kalup Linzy, and actor-author-essayist-journalist-performance artist James Franco promised to release their debut album as Franco and Linzy this year? Well judging by the video for "Rising," which must be their lead single, expect a reprise of sorts of Franco's lax Oscars hosting, in which his cohort does all the heavy lifting.
In 2005, 43 percent of apartments in Brooklyn were rent-regulated, according to the board. But the number of rent-controlled apartments decreased citywide at a rate of 1.6 percent a year between 2005 and 2008, according to a more recent housing survey.
All of that sublime nuttiness mentioned before served as material for the more than thirty books he wrote and edited, including Paper Lion, The Bogey Man and Out of My League. Plimpton, who died in 2003, believed writers should actually participate in what they write about and not simply serve as passive observers. A life filled with celebrity hobnobbing, unending media coverage and absurd exploits is built for film, and now that film is almost here.
The main problem here is that Farber is pointing out an obvious trend without delivering any real music criticism. He acknowledges that the artists he uses as examples are "admirable, talented and unquestionably progressive," but whines that the "macho punch" and "swagger" is lacking. Macho? Let's get underneath this article's pretense of music criticism, and look at it for what it really is: a warped view of the world (and art) as contingent upon a really old, really stupid idea about masculinity in order to be valid.
Ever since brain-trauma-induced Parkinson’s slowed down his elegant body and trickster tongue, it’s hard to watch Muhammad Ali box. But that’s only because it was so exhilarating to watch as he talked, moved, and interacted with people—especially kids—in his prime.
There are some long boxing sequences in Muhammad Ali, The Long-Lost Movie, but mostly we just get to tag along as the champ goes about his daily life, training (the sight of him skipping rope is a beautiful thing), talking to people, or overseeing the workers who are realizing his vision of a country retreat that he describes with the ghost of a grin as being fit for “old Jesse James, Belle Starr—American outlaws.”
According to the Department of Transportation, nine percent of New Yorkers and 27 percent of visitors admitted to being lost in the last week. 13 percent of local New Yorkers were not familiar with the area where they were surveyed, and many couldn’t point to north. And 86 percent of New Yorkers said they had no idea where they were, but that it didn’t mean they were lost, thank you very much.
We'd like to request that you pray for & send your loving healing thoughts & energy to Ray for his recovery. And we do ask at this time that you please do NOT visit the hospital, it's too overwhelming for the family, and they request you keep sending love. Likewise please don't call the bars right now, it's too huge to comprehend, everyone is going through a lot. Your thoughts & love are most appreciated.
The family says it will write updates on Deter's status through the bar's Facebook page. We've seen Deter at quite a few craft beer events and we're praying he makes a quick and complete recovery.
Last night at 320 Studios, an event space high atop the Garment District, curators Jason Patrick Voegele, Samson Contompasis, Keith Schweitzer and Tyler Wriston have opened their strong show of paintings and street art, Town and Country, which will only be on view until tomorrow. Check out these photos from last night's opening, and then go have a look for yourself.
Even if you're further aware of Bay's reputation as a cocksure jackass, his apology may not surprise you. The previous-installment mea culpa has become standard issue for summer blockbuster sequels.
Ai Weiwei's retrospective of New York City photos opens at Asia Society tomorrow, but he's going to need some big commercial exhibitions—and a whole lot more sunflower seeds—if he's going to pay a ludicrous sum of fines and back taxes that the Chinese government says he owes following his recent detainment and alleged admission of tax evasion.
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
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Here's another good drinking song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1CULMYgUfc