A cornucopia of creativity in a quaint basement and a testament to bygone (or expired?) coolness, as well as a couple other things, among these picks from our 11/6 issue.
Last Wednesday marked the release of our annual Best Brooklyn Dishes issue (which you can find here) and the occasion called for a celebration. So we invited a few hundred of our closest friends and neighbors to Night of Joy and poured Absolut cocktails to sounds chosen by My Midnight Heart. Check out the photos from the party after the jump, and be sure to join us next time, won't you?
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Well, I guess the era of good vibes in the Brooklyn underground is well and truly dead? Process, the debut record from Yvette, released last week by local label Godmode, might have swung the final axe. It's one of the best debut records of the year, a concise yet epic collection of fearsome guitar sounds and locked-in beats that's the work of Noah Kardos-Fein and Rick Daniel, two guys reaching for a scale way bigger than you'd think they could generate by themselves. It won't make you remember a long-lost beach day, except maybe Normandy.
For those whose tastes veer exclusively melodic, "the best noise band in Brooklyn", might scan like punchline more than compliment. But Process is a vivd record, a human record, one that puts up a gentlemanly umbrella to let you get past its shower of sparks. It sounds enormous and sort of terrifying in bits, but never mechanical or impersonal. You never lose sense of the people who made it. As it moves along, wonder grows that there were only two of them.
How did OVERDUE begin?
Nick: Nic and I both harbored a desire to dip a toe into the world of programming, though neither of us had the initiative, stamina, self-esteem, looks, or diligence to do so alone. Together, however, we form something like a single, complete programmer—something like Master Blaster in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, or the linked-together crippled masters in that one Hong Kong kung-fu movie, the name of which escapes me… Nic?
Last Sunday, The Simpsons paid tribute to the great Marcia Wallace as Bart wrote "We'll really miss you Mrs. K" on the chalkboard (which, ahh! chalkboards! evidence that this show premiered in 1990), and looked far sadder than he ever had than at any other time in his two-plus decades of punitive chalkboard-writing. And for all of us who grew up with The Simpsons, it was impossible not to get a little teary-eyed along with Bart.
My best friend just flew into town for a week-long layover on her way home from her own version of an Eat Pray Love-trip around the world. We've been calling her international adventure the, “Oh-shit-I'm-almost-thirty-travelogue-for-late-bloomers-in-the-midst-of-an-identity-crisis.” I mean that with no judgements! I'm about to pack it all in to search for some much needed clarity in Marfa, Texas. That trip isn't for another couple of months though, and before I can get there and suround myself with turquoise, group meditations, and Marfa's mysterious “ghost lights,” I had a serious romantic problem to talk about—one that only a recently zenned-Out world traveler could help me with.
Celebrate the 80th anniversary of the end of Prohibition at Holiday Spirits! On Thursday, December 5 the Village Voice will host a liquor tasting at Studio Square in Long Island City with more than 25 local distilleries including Breuckelen Distilling, Brooklyn Gin, Long Island Spirits and more. The L Magazine is teaming up with the Village Voice to send one lucky winner and a guest for free. That means you'll have access to unlimited samples of locally-made spirits, complimentary hors d'oeuvres and more.
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Cemetery Man (1994)
aka DellaMorte DellAmore
Directed by Michele Soavi
When tragedy befalls a small Italian town, Buffalora, a dozen coffins arrive at the local graveyard. The caretaker turns to his assistant and says, "We're going to need more bullets." That's because this little boneyard has a nasty habit of rebirthing those that are buried there, and he's taken it upon himself to be their Angel of Re-death. This episodic zombie comedy is alternately zany, gory, gross-out and just downright surreal, often all at once. But it's more than just a wacky horror movie; it's a poignant and poetic portrait of a provincial person oppressed by his provincialism, so desperate to escape Buffalora he's starting to lose the ability to tell the difference between the dead and the living. (Plus, like Vertigo's Scottie Fergusson, he's repeatedly visited/haunted by different characters all played by the same beautiful actress.) It's a classic nutty 90s art-house foreign film, the kind you only used to be able to see on pre-reality TV Bravo—or for a few weeks at the Angelika. (Oct 31 and Nov 4. More info here.)
Over the last couple of years, Humans Of New York has become the most followed photography blog on the Internet. Every new post garners thousands of likes in minutes and several spin-offs have been trying to emulate Brandon Stanton's project in other large cities or countries (Humans of Paris, Amsterdam, India, etc.)
Lou Reed died yesterday, at age 71. The impact he had on rock music, music in general, and pop culture beyond that, is deep and evident and probably doesn't need to be explained on the Internet by people too young to have been there. In brief: As the leader of The Velvet Underground and a solo artist after that, he was a pivotal influence on punk rock and a dozen other sub-genres that were extrapolated out from his work. The softest Belle and Sebastian song and the most terrifying industrial noise recording can both be traced back to him, which is mind-blowing. He was a brutal realist amid naive flower children, and for countless teenagers who came across his records over decades, an important voice through which to discover that life in the era of our parents' youth was just as messy and imperfect and romantic as it was in our own. He was one of the key figures who legitimized pop music as an art form with comparable import to a film, painting, or novel. His sunglassed face is the one you may still see, 50 years later, when thinking about the entire concept of New York City as the center of the creative universe.
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