Don't worry, Nic Cage fans—we didn't forget about you. Tonight at SummerScreen is our previously rained-out screening of everyone's favorite baby-napping romp, Raising Arizona!
And come early, because this week, we're bringing you music by eclectic acoustic outfit Highlife, plus the experimental folk sounds of Daniel Higgs and psychedelic rockers Endless Boogie, thanks to SHOWPAPER and Todd P!
Don’t forget to pick up your VIP tickets, which get you a comfy seat up front and center. You'll also get beer vouchers, food vouchers for all our amazing vendors, and a free dessert from CoolHaus. And you’re invited to our exclusive afterparty at the King & Grove rooftop across the street! Click here for more info.
So meet us at McCarren Park on the corner of Bedford Ave. and N. 12 Street, right in front of the tennis courts. Doors open at 6, bands will begin at 6:30, and the movie starts at 8:15. And we’ve got V Spot, Coolhaus, Cemitas, Little Muenster, Brooklyn Bangers and Pizza Moto all setting up shop to fill you up, so bring an appetite!
See you tonight!
Wikileaks is important. The work they did was incredible. But Wikileaks is not Julian Assange. The way we are treating Bradley Manning is deplorable. That shouldn't happen to anyone, especially not someone who was ultimately doing the right thing for his country. But that doesn't mean you can just brush a few rapes under the table. Adrian Chen did a great job yesterday explaining why it makes no sense to view Sweden's demand that Assange face justice for his actions as some kind of international extradition bait-and-switch.
And Ecuador, I understand that you're pushing back against the United States muddling around on your continent. That's a completely valid thing to do. We are complete assholes, hegemony-wise. But when you're saying stuff like this:
Ecuador's president, Rafael Correa, has said Julian Assange should respond to the sexual assault allegations made against him by two Swedish women, even though the case would not in his view constitute criminal behaviour in Latin America. [The Guardian]
It might be time to reconsider your position. You're bragging that rape is not illegal in the country you are in charge of? That's not good, seriously. There is no such thing as "this guy would be a great guy if he hadn't raped those women." Sorry.
Two things of note popped up on the music Interwebs this morning, one super terrific, one much less so.
The first, above, is the new Dinosaur Jr. video, released in advance of the reformed rock band's third 21st century album, I Bet on Sky. The clip, for rocking single "Watch the Corners," is weird and amazing, highlighting the eternal allure of long-haired pixel-faced bad boys on young, impressionable grocery-store clerks. Tim and Eric's Tim Heidecker plays an awesomely furious dad in it. ("So, they're not making you work in the meat department, right?" is a classic overprotective dad concern.) The video is good enough to deserve most of the press focus, but we should probably be more in awe of the song, which proves that J. Mascis will never ever run out of technically and emotionally devastating guitar solos. The band's return to their early power-trio lineup has just been a reliable geyser of quality. Far from a Pixies-esque, creatively dormant cash grab, the records they are making now are in serious contention for their best work. This level of picking up where you left off might be totally unprecedented, actually. Now on their third record in 5 years, these guys are just knocking 'em out, and making it look easy.
That's about to happen a lot more often.
Thanks to new legislation signed by Mayor Bloomberg, small restaurants with a 30 person or lower occupancy will now only be required to have one bathroom for each gender on-site, as opposed to the previous requirement of two each.
Performers — if you haven't recently tested for syphilis you need to... watch AVN.com for the reason later this morning.
— Michael Fattorosi (@pornlaw) August 16, 2012
Last Thursday, XBiz ran a story on a performer who had falsified a positive test for the STI and was still performing:
There is one male performer in the Los Angeles porn community who tested positive for syphilis in July and worked three times with a doctored STI test during the past three weeks, talent agents Shy Love and Derek Hay told XBIZ Thursday afternoon. [XBiz]
And so the Free Speech Coalition called for a moratorium on shooting both professional and amateur porn until the issue could be resolved. All performers were being urged to be re-tested—or tested in the first place, since syphilis isn't on the usual testing panel. On Monday, the Free Speech Coalition issued an update:
As a result of a performer testing positive for syphilis, APHSS providers are administering the standard RPR syphilis test that is approved by the FDA for preliminary diagnosis. A negative test does NOT mean the performer is approved to work. It is important to note that this test has a large window period — as much as 90 days — and therefore cannot be relied upon to diagnose an acute (recent) syphilis infection. More importantly, a person with an acute infection can be contagious and still test negative. We cannot rely on these tests alone to determine a performer’s availability to work. This test only provides our doctors a baseline from which to base further testing or treatment options.
Free Speech Coalition (FSC) has called a temporary moratorium on production and asks that all producers honor this moratorium. [AVN]
Fortunately, syphilis is treatable with antibiotics, so the outbreak isn't life threatening. But, as Richard Abowitz points out in the Daily Beast, the situation has an ugly resonance in the industry:
The issue of doctored tests strikes a particularly raw nerve in the adult industry, because a performer who cheated the old system is believed to have been behind a serious HIV outbreak that infected a number of porn stars in the ’90s. The current testing database was created last year by FSC in response to the sudden shuttering of the longtime clinic that served the adult industry, amid lawsuits and a controversy over alleged leaked medical records. The syphilis case is the first major test of FSC’s new system service, APHSS (Adult Protection Health and Safety Services). [Daily Beast]
How this will impact the newly-implemented condoms in porn law remains to be seen, but how it will impact all you porn obsessives is clear: reruns until further notice.
Last week, we brought you unicorns in art. There were slutty, cuddly, and saintly unicorns. This week, we bring you more of the same rollicking cohort, and we added a new breed of magical creature: the modern unicorn, found in the 20th and 21st centuries.
Seeing a free show this weekend with the ever-brassy (and awesome) Kills and Black Bananas as part of the "Converse City Carnage" mini-series, we were reminded that, yes, it is quite possibly better to live in New York City than any other city. Photographer Sam Polcer was there to capture it for those who weren't, so they too can be reminded.
Burn these images into your mind; we might need them in a few months when the earth starts to freeze over.
As our planet drifts farther and farther from the sun, it leaves our island city a barren wasteland of salted sludge. All good things must DIE. So we’re squeezing out every last bit of fun we can before we hunker down for nine more months of art fairs; this week, we’ve got mostly-Brooklyn events, with a lot of emerging artists and a Flux Factory Death Match.
There are young girls in powder blue, midriff-baring tank tops emblazoned with the word ‘rockstar’ emerging from idling SUVs, waving goodbye to their parents behind the wheel with a dismissive nod. There are clean-cut high school boys wearing baseball hats and overly long shorts and khakis. Serious-looking 15-year-olds smile and awkwardly switch off their cell phones. There is backslapping. There are high-pitched giggles.
The events happening inside of Music Hall of Williamsburg on Saturday could’ve unfolded any night during the genre's early-aught zenith. Blue-blooded poster boy Chris Carrabba enters the stage looking just as he has every day for the past decade: Ken-doll hair, fitted jeans, snug plaid shirt revealing sleeves of tattoos. He starts into “The Good Fight,” spending the most intense portions of the song away from the mic, sweeping the stage and letting the audience take over. They know all the words. Every single one. They don't sing them, they shout them. Even years after they were filmed, those MTV Unplugged videos aren't hyperbole.
The only difference between what Greenwald witnessed eleven years ago and what's happening here are the people doing the shouting. Despite the genre becoming a punch line for most BrooklynVegan commenters, the show, billed as a solo acoustic rendition of Carrabba's band, is sold out. So was the one at Webster Hall two years ago. So who's buying tickets to these? At 37, is Carrabba still resonating with 16-year-olds? Or is this more of a nostalgia thing—presumably the same reason why Taking Back Sunday just added a second show at Terminal 5 for the 10-year anniversary of Tell All Your Friends? (And if so, why is it mocked by indie elitists when every other strain of 90s-birthed nostalgia is currently all the rage?) Or maybe, just maybe, Carrabba is still netting new fans via the powers of
message boards Facebook? Talking to fans before Saturday's show, we found out that it's a little bit of all the above.
And don’t forget to treat yourself to VIP tickets! Those will get you a cozy seat up front, plus vouchers that are good for a dinner from our caravan of food trucks that includes V Spot, Cemitas, Little Muenster, Brooklyn Bangers and Pizza Moto. You’ll get drink vouchers too, so pick up some beers courtesy of Sixpoint Brewery, and to top it all off, you'll get a dessert voucher that's good for a frozen treat from the Cool Haus truck. Plus, you'll be invited to an after party on the King and Grove rooftop across the street.
So we’ll see you all this Wednesday, August 22 at McCarren Park on North 12th and Bedford, right in front of the tennis courts. And leave your lawless years behind you before you arrive, please.
The whitewashed walls of the Bowery gallery The Hole were thickly furnished with the bright, cubed paintings by Green, most famous as the lackadaisical troubadour half of the Moldy Peaches. But over the last few years, Green has directed his strange brand of folksy man-child swagger to visual art. His first New York show, Teen Tech, opened in 2010 at the Morrison Hotel and featured neon renderings of mutant ninja turtles and papier-mâché monuments to Garfield. “I was pretty early with the whole neon trip,” the artist joked when asked about Houseface’s more primary-color palette. “It’s everywhere now.” More recently, Green launched Cartoon & Complaint, a show at Dustin Yellin’s Red Hook space The Intercourse, which featured warped, mutant-ified renderings of Elmo, Big Bird and Green’s favorite muse, Garfield.
"First of all, from what I understand from doctors [pregnancy from rape] is really rare," Akin said. "If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down." [Atlantic Wire]
Hoo boy. The response was rapid and furious. He didn't apologize, exactly, but claimed he "misspoke." "Misspeaking"—or saying exactly what you think until you realize it makes you look like a frighteningly ignorant jackass—is just one of the many ways one can wriggle out from saying something factually incorrect without admitting wrong-doing or apologizing.
A roundup of recently opened, yet current and long-running exhibitions as briefly recommended in print editions of our fine magazine. Add a few of these to your list of things to do before summer ends.
Shows sooner to close appear first.
Truthfully, if you're reading this, we're pretty disappointed in you for not sneaking out of work early to day-drink. There's still time to do that!
But if that is really, truly, not an option, or if you just want a preview of all the fun you're about to have, click through to see this livestream of the event courtesy of MTV Hive. Looks great, no?
Come on down! There are Smorgasburg vendors, bands, and many more things that are much more fun than sticking around the office.
Quite well, actually. In the hands of Beat Radio, a project resting on Long Islander Brian Sendrowitz' blend of spacey and grungy folk, it becomes suited for back-to-school bedtime hour. (Your classmates? Don't worry about them. "When they love you, and they will...") The super-ultra-awesome rousing chorus of Japandroids' original is now laid down over a bed of acoustic strumming with Sendrowitz' slight drawl smoothing out the strains. It's tender, and comforting, and a soft blow to the system: summer won't last forever, let you forget. Listen after the jump.
Divine Fits are a new rock band that happen to feature some people you've heard of. Primarily Britt Daniel from Spoon and Dan Boeckner from Wolf Parade and Handsome Furs (and also New Bomb Turks' Sam Brown, who get a slightly smaller font, through no fault of his own). Their debut record, A Thing Called Divine Fits, is out in a couple of weeks on Merge Records, and is streaming for now in full at NPR. It's so good, you guys!
Finally a good break from hectic weekdays..
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