They stayed relatively faithful to it too. Good thing James Mercer didn't do a rendition of the orgasmic "Great Gig in the Sky," which might have ended in a nationwide hormonal meltdown and a lot of teenage girl exploded brain cleanup today. Enjoy the performance above, and stay glued to your TV or computer screen over the next few days for more of Jimmy Fallon's Pink Floyd tribute week with covers by the likes of MGMT, Pearl Jam and Foo Fighters.
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by Ross Barkan
on Tue, Sep 27, 2011 at 1:11 PM
One L Mag editor was born here
Brooklyn hospitals are in dire shape, Crain’s New York Businessreports in a story that shows everything that's wrong with how states appropriate resources and how America misplaces its priorities. The story is stuffed with numbers, but the ideas are simple enough: Brooklyn hospitals are cash-starved and desperately need to invest in equipment and facility improvements. A state task force created to restructure Brooklyn’s hospitals met last week, advising consolidating hospitals, bankruptcy, and an overhaul of how hospitals are reimbursed.
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by Mark Asch
on Tue, Sep 27, 2011 at 12:19 PM
Oh dear sweet Christ let's get out of this country.
Some fast-food restaurants are turning to booze to fatten their profit margins and expand their client base during a recession, goes a Timestrend piece today.
First things first, though. Were you aware that there was such a thing as a "Whopper Bar?" It's Burger King's "more upscale complement to its fast-food locations. The Whopper Bars serve items like a Bourbon Whopper and a New York Pizza Burger, and customers choose additional toppings like pepperoni, onion rings or guacamole." Apparently there are 10 of them worldwide, including one in Times Square. I had no idea! I should probably get out more/never leave my house again [delete to suit].
But I digress. Burger King wants to serve beer at its Times Square Whopper Bar, but hasn't been able to obtain the necessary licenses.
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by Keith Wagstaff
on Tue, Sep 27, 2011 at 11:28 AM
It was so hot inside the of the Ukrainian Federation, an old, musty concert hall that smells like a school gym, that tUnE-yArDs frontwoman Merrill Garbus looked like she was going to pass out. It's a good thing she didn't, because she absolutely mesmerized the POP Montreal crowd in a show sponsored by Williamsburg's own Northside Festival. The Connecticut-raised Garbus actually lived in Montreal's Williamsburg-esque Mile-End neighborhood for awhile, where she played in a band called Sister Suvi with Patrick Gregoire, who opened the show with his band Pat Jordache. So yeah, there was a lot of Montreal love happening on-stage, even despite the face-melting heat and the fact that the show had to end early thanks to local noise ordinances. The set was a pretty straight run-through of w h o k i l l with one new, slightly subdued song thrown in for good measure.
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by Mark Asch
on Tue, Sep 27, 2011 at 10:39 AM
UnionDocs, the space for eclectic film screenings and nonfiction filmmaking workshops, recently signed a 10-year lease on their storefront space at 322 Union Avenue—and now that they're gonna be in the neighborhood for another decade, they've turned their efforts towards improving the space, and need your help Kickstarting the project.
UnionDocs is currently a charming little sweatbox, but we agree with them that the space could use the upgrades they have planned: Improving the entrance, box office and signage (during Northside, I and many others were milling around outside waiting for the second screening of Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation; a cop, curious, pulled up and walked around, sneaking flashlight glimpses at everyone's pockets); adding an official (rather than folding card-table) concessions and bar space; adding a second bathroom and making both handicap-accessible; and adding more comfortable, tiered seating. Here's their pitch:
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by Henry Stewart
on Tue, Sep 27, 2011 at 9:50 AM
Brooklyn Underground, a theater project developed by The Artful Conspirators, is a broad, many-voiced portrait of Green-Wood Cemetery made up of official and historic texts, of the stories of its residents, of newspaper accounts, and of the points of view of people in the surrounding communities. A line from the piece that describes the cemetery grounds—"every turn affords you a new vista"—becomes the work's guiding philosophy, as six actors under the direction of David A. Miller turn through the cemetery's past and present for new perspectives on their meaning.
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by Lauren Beck
on Tue, Sep 27, 2011 at 8:58 AM
Let's do this again.
Here we go: June 14-17. Mark it down on your calendar, tattoo it on your arm, enter it in your iPhone, hang a note on your refrigerator, like it's a picture of us frolicking around Williamsburg with the guys in Shark? on one of those cute "save the dates" for a wedding with the words "Northside and Brooklyn bands, together forever" scrolled along the bottom.
We're beaming proudly at the thought: What began as an harebrained idea in 2009 has blossomed into a festival set to make its return to the streets of Williamsburg and Greenpoint for a fourth year of music, film, art, ideas and more... and we do mean "more," as there are already some really exciting things in the works that we can't quite tell you about yet. Hang tight, though. Why don't you take a look here at some of this summer's highlights to hold you over? You might want to bookmark northsidefestival.com while you're at it, as that will become your one-stop source for all things Northside-related in the coming months. It'll be June before you know it.
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by Eugene Reznik
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 3:34 PM
The NYPD seems finally to be getting "with it"—"it" being the Marijuana Reform Act of 1977 that decriminalized the possession of up to 25 grams of pot in New York City as long as it wasn't "burning" or "open to public view."
On Friday, WNYC published an internal memo issued by police commissioner Ray Kelly calling for an end to a loophole that has resulted in record high pot busts, costing taxpayers $75 million annually. Kelly wrote: "A crime will not be charged to an individual who is requested or compelled to engage in the behavior that results in the public display of marihuana." (That's the Anglicized spelling adopted during the Mexican-ization of the substance in the first half of the last century, which Kelly probably picked up as a wee lad watching irresistible exploitation films in the 1930s).
This past April we ran a story investigating the record high number of pot busts in NYC under Mayor Bloomberg and the racial imbalance—86% of those arrested for misdemeanor pot possession were black or Latino—that goes with it. One source, going by ''B." was victim of the loophole in question:
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by Josh Kurp
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 2:42 PM
In-store record releases notwithstanding, the last time Stephen Malkmus was in New York was almost exactly a year ago, on Saturday the 24th, with that other band. That set ended with “Range Life,” with Malkmus not giving a fuck, both lyrically and emotionally; last night’s Webster Hall show began with “Baby C’Mon,” an upbeat little rocker where he screams out, “Baby c’mon, let me come.” As great as it was to see Pavement last year, and they were great enough for me to see them at four different venues in different two countries, you have to admit: Malkmus did look pretty bored at times. It was a clear money grab, and the only reason that didn’t bother me is because OMG THEY PLAYED “GOLD SOUNDZ” AND “SPIT ON A STRANGER” AND “FATHER TO A SISTER OF THOUGHT.”
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by Josh Kurp
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 1:49 PM
Your first-born child? That's the best you got?
Five browsers, four credit cards and three computers weren’t enough to snag myself a single ticket to either one of the Radiohead shows this week at Roseland Ballroom. I wasn't the only one. People have of course taken to Craigslist in attempt to score a +1 to what will surely be “the show of the fall,” at least until the Spin Doctors come to town. And people aren't limiting themselves by offering to pay $500 for an $80 ticket; there are those who are willing to let people crash at their apartment, buy them drinks all night, or even offer their bodies ("no butt stuff," though!), all for the chance to hear “Karma Police” live. (Fittingly, if you type in “karma” in the "for sale" section, the first seven choices are all Radiohead-related.) Take a look at some of the highlights below, complete with grammatical errors!
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by Jonny Diamond
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 1:19 PM
In the spirit of reflection and atonement—tis the season, after all—a few select writers and performers will recount some of their biggest regrets of the year tomorrow night, live, onstage, for your amusement. The likes of Starlee Kine, Ben Greenman, A.J. Jacobs—and yours truly—have been invited to read at "With Regrets," an evening of confessional storytelling hosted by Jessica Chaffin and Jessi Klein, under the broader auspices of 10Q, Greenman's online high holiday interrogatory machine (just click on that link).
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by Henry Stewart
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 1:01 PM
It's a standard ploy: invite a figure from the popular culture into the realm of highbrow culture and you just might sell more tickets, exposing certain art forms to an audience that wouldn't otherwise be in the seats—and who might then come back. I say "just might" because this doesn't always work: Stephen Schwartz, composer of Wicked, failed to get the Broadway crowd all the way up to City Opera last season for his first opera, Seance on a Wet Afternoon. (That it was ravaged by many critics didn't help.) But Paul McCartney? He's gotta be about as safe a bet as a T-bond.
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by Elina Mishuris
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 12:09 PM
Tonight, 92YTribeca's Overdue film series begins a three-film tribute to the eternally underrated comic leading man Charles Grodin, who'll be on hand for a Q&A following a screening of the 1988 hit Midnight Run.
Midnight Run comes to us from the halcyon buddy-comedy days of the late 80s—so, initially, it seems to want to take us on a very familiar ride. We can predict the leisurely turns and swoops with the jaded prescience of a ten-dollar palmist. Our butts have scored impressions in the seats. At the thought of another go, we might get a little manic. But—look—along with De Niro, then just at the beginning of his stand-up tour of Hollywood, the reliably excellent and otherworldly Charles Grodin is at the controls—and suddenly the track is twisting slightly, and the creaky old coaster is doing something very strange.
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by Audrey Ference
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 11:21 AM
Put this on your penis and have sex with it! Today and every day!
Can you believe Wold Contraception Day is already here again? I feel like I barely took down my condom balloons and IUD pinata from last year and it's time to put it all back up again!
Are you looking for a way to celebrate? You could get yourself outfitted with a free NYC condom or download the free condom app (although if you can afford a smart phone, maybe you can just get your ass to the drugstore and buy some.)
If you're a traditional sort, maybe you celebrate World Contraception Day with some good old-fashioned protected sex. Whatever you do, I hope that we can take a minute to appreciate everything contraception does for us in our day-to-day lives. Seriously! From preventing HIV and other STDs to giving women the option not to be pregnant all the time, to helping to prevent cervical cancer, we would all be a lot sicker, pregnanter, and/or deader without contraception. From the humble condom to the mighty birth control pill, the classicly-styled IUD to the futuristic nuvaring—even the much-maligned dental dam—we say thank you today for all the sweet-ass safe sex.
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by Josh Kurp
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 10:35 AM
Fucked Up Webster Hall September 24, 2011
I should get this out of the way: Fucked Up’s David Comes to Life is my favorite album of the year so far, and “Queen of Hearts” my favorite song. I even used the track to propose to my now-fiancée (it helps that “Veronica” and “Nadia” sound similar). I have seen the band three times in the past year, and have more than one photo where I’m posing with front man Damien Abraham, who’s, of course, not wearing a shirt in either one. So, yeah, I’m probably biased, but: Saturday night’s show at Webster Hall was, in the words of someone walking out of the venue afterwards, “fucking awesome.”
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by Mike Conklin
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 9:50 AM
If you are so inclined and still have not come across it, here, be my guest. But also feel free to skip that shit and dwell on the distant, distant past.
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by Lauren Beck
on Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 8:59 AM
Six friendly-looking camp counselors, more bearded than not, amble onstage Saturday evening at the Williamsburg Waterfront, get situated with their guitars and other mountain-man instruments (mandolins, etc.), and begin building a wind tunnel of harmonies — wasting no time proving to the thousands of people before them that they can make it sound just as good live as they can in a studio. What’s to follow during the next two hours is mild-mannered compared to what’s going on across the river. Here at the waterfront, the lead singer will drink tea, there will be slow-moving aerial projections of snow-capped mountains, gushy remarks about how great The Walkmen were during their opening set, and the band’s self-deprecating shouts to a crowd on a nearby high-rise balcony, begging them to look in our direction. Over there, at the Fucked Up show, girls are lined up for hours in hopes of an up-close glimpse of Wavves, a shirtless lead singer will belly slap the front row as he to strains to scream about death and resurrection, and maybe one or two pairs of eyeglasses will be smashed in a mosh pit.
Fleet Foxes are up there now with the ubiquitous Death Cab for Cuties and Bright Eyes of the world. For the most part, saying "I like indie rock" is saying you like them — thanks to a second helping of inoffensive, wholly pleasant songs (sans one squeaky sax solo) on what is maybe the year’s most beautiful album. This is the band’s greatest accomplishment, but, for those who have prided themselves on moving beyond the earnest, NPR-priased acoustic peddlers who used to define a large portion of "indie," it’s their biggest flaw. See them live, though.
A Coney Island supermarket has been fined by the Department of Labor for padlocking stock workers in overnight, the Bensonhurst Bean reports. Federal rules require that employees are able to exit their workspace at all times without a key. Dr. David Michaels of the Occupational Safety and Health administration likened the situation, at Fine Fare on Mermaid Avenue, to “conditions from 1911,” the year 146 workers died in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire because they were locked in. A lawyer for the supermarket denies the allegations, but the store has been fined $62,300.
Today, MoMA kicks off their series Yeonghwa: Korean Film Today; Hello Ghost has pride of place at tonight's opening night, and screens again tomorrow afternoon.
The rules are simple enough: because orphaned slacker Sang-Man (Cha Tae-Hyun) repeatedly fails to properly commit suicide, he will be haunted by four ghosts until he purifies himself by helping each one of them fulfill a final wish. The ghosts are a smooth-talking old codger, a chubby taxi driver in a powder blue suit, an always-sobbing woman, and a young boy with much to prove. A Korean poster with English titles calls them “Mr. Perverted”, “Mr. Smoky”, “Ms. Weepy” and “Little Greedy”; they’re a package deal, but only one can possess his body at a time. Their growth as a team helps Sang-Man turn his life around, gain the trust of a totally hot nurse in his ward, and just maybe shake his lifelong depression.
Yes, and the band is called Anywhere. The Mars Volta's pint-sized powerhouse of a vocalist, Cedric Bixler-Zavala, has teamed up with legendary Minutemen bassist (as well as touring bassist for Iggy Pop and The Stooges) Mike Watts, and together, along with guitarist Christian Eric Beaulieu and former Sleepy Sun singer Rachel Fannan, they recorded a 7" called Pyramid Mirrors. There are only 500 available copies, and they're available for pre-order here.
We can only guess at the possibilities of what these guys (and girl) sound like together, but really, is there any way this couldn't be the ultimate, female-fronted, punk/prog/hardcore fantasy? That's right—vocal duties go to Fannan, who, since leaving Sleepy Sun, has been working solely on solo stuff, while Bixler-Zavala, surprisingly, will be staying away from the microphone and taking on percussion instead.
There's not even art for the album up yet, but in the meantime, you can watch these videos of Bixler-Zavala, Watts and Fannan (after the jump) and imagine how they play together. Does this mean I can make a joke about this being like punk rock fantasy football? (Confession: I don't know how actual fantasy football works.) Derp.