I’ve been a “social smoker” since the age of, hmmm, thirteen, and when I say smoker, I mean cigarettes. I’m not trying to say that one is cooler than the other, or rather cool at all, to be honest I can’t muscle the snarkiness right now. I can’t even begin to argue the health risk comparisons in the Clove vs. Cigs vs. Weed debate, because frankly, I don’t really care. But it looks like Cloves be gone for good, so let’s get on with stimulating the economy with taxable marijuana, and finally– please stop telling me I’m killing myself via my pack of P-Funks.
The folks over at Wunderkammer Magazine are hosting a week long symposium about the deportation of these sexy and habit-forming Indonesian little friends. Personally, I’m just happy that, as of tomorrow, there’s one less thing that smells like shit in NYC. Smoke shop owners, well, they have different opinions.
Archive for September, 2009
Earlier this month, Pitchfork blurbed about Brooklyn’s (can I say icons yet?) TV on the Radio taking a break, which of course made us a little weepy, but also pretty excited on the solo front. Guitarist/vocalist Kyp Malone kicks off his solo tour as Rain Machine tonight at the Bell House. The debut album will be released tomorrow on Anti Records. From what we’ve heard so far, we are LOVING it, as is everyone else who has ever heard of Malone.
Candles of Paradise and the lovely Sharon Van Etten open, so get there early. See what Sharon had to say about Kyp when we caught up with her in August. Doors at 7:30, Tickets $15
And, of course, we’d like to suggest that you greet Rain Machine with a sea of Paper Foldables…
Earlier this summer, we all had a chance to enjoy Bushwick Open Studios– A time when people who looked like they definitely didn’t live in Bushwick walked around checking out the local galleries and studios, confusing the inhabitants of my Morgan L stop block. Although initially disorienting, BOS ’09 gave us the opportunity to enjoy refreshments in the apartments where Brooklyn art is born, while reminding us all that 3rd Ward isn’t the only art space in the East Williamsburg Industrial Park, like our homies over at Centotto on the first floor of 250 Moore St.
Well, now it’s Greenpoint’s turn! And after flipping through some of the websites from the contributing artists list, we’ve already got some favorites– Alysha Colangeli, Ghost of a Dream, Soo Lee, Hyla Skopitz, Dan Sabau, Christopher Saunders, and Maj Anja DeBear.
So take a walk around Greenpoint this weekend, and pay a visit to these peeps. Much like BOS, pamphlets will be handed out near the subway stations to let you know where you should be heading. More info here.
Since Friday’s video premiere of Glass Ghost‘s “Like A Diamond” over at The Music Slut, it has become the theme song to my uselessness this weekend. Now, press repeat and take a nap with us:
Mark your calendars and be sure to pick up the Glass Ghost debut LP, Idol Omen, from the good folks at Western Vinyl on October 27th. Sadly, there are no New York dates on their upcoming tour with White Rabbits, but you’re in luck dear readers– this Tuesday, Glass Ghost will be playing The Silent League CD Release Party at Union Pool. You want to go to there, I promise.
At this point we’ve all seen Lady Gaga’s outfits for the VMAs, and we’ve all questioned her gender and outrageous behavior. And like John Norris, I’m a fan of the indie scene and not so much, well, anything you’d probably see on MTV these days, but Lady Gaga is a force and I’d be a liar if I said that I’ve never busted out a “what’s the name of this club?” in a non-ironic way. Here’s Miss Gaga sitting down with Norris on Noisemakers:
Remember, keep a lookout every Thursday for the weekly installments on Noisevox– next week, Deerhunter. Ok, so here it goes… From one New York girl to another… Lady Gaga, I think I love you?
Going on right now, and again tomorrow from 12pm-8pm, in the mobile Stand Alone Gallery in front of Artist and Fleas, the awesome Seasick Mama is presenting a verbal declaration of sorts. Well, using the words of some of our favorite locals, including The L Magazine, Impose, and Peru Ana Ana Peru, and displaying their 6-word stories in large scale canvases by artist Ian McGuillivray, as well as limited edition t-shirts from the Mama herself.
Worth checking out, for sure!
We apologize in advance for posting this, because it is the dumbest shit we have ever seen, and therefore hysterical.
Photo via Ben5000 on Flickr
Hugs. What are you, uh, trying to say here, buddy? I might be going out on a limb but it appears that you have turned your bunker-like bar into an exclusive tree fort that excludes “certain patrons,” as Gothamist puts it.
No fitted hats? No sports attire? No long white t-shirts? No hoodies? No baggie [sic] jeans? No Timberlands? Being “selective”????? Are you serious?! Everyone, please, go to Hugs this weekend wearing all of these things and let us know what happens. Stay tuned to Gothamist in case Hugs answers their phone calls.
update: the sign has been removed, so says an internet commenter.
Quick notice: If you’ve got something going on this weekend, or are looking for something to do, head over to our Facebook page and let everybody know. So far it looks like you can see everyone from Organs to “the greatest all-japanese-girl punk/metal band EVER,” The Hard Nips. This thread is helpful.