Archive for July, 2010
The South has arrived in Williamsburg at the Grand Street bar Lady Jay’s where you’ll find moonshine, mounted antlers, a backyard deck and a jukebox stocked with Waylon, Loretta, Patsy and Johnny. Restaurant veteran Sam Mason (former wd-50 and Tailor chef and star of “Dinner with the Band”) decided to try something new by leaving the restaurant world and opening a bar. The brick interior of Lady Jay’s reminds us of an old saloon and even has a vintage shuffle bowling machine. Six beers are available on tap and there’s a solid variety of Scotches and whiskeys. Our favorite part of the joint is the outside deck that’s as large as the interior. There are plans for a pool table, backyard BBQ’s, live music performances, and crawfish boils. For directions and more, visit our listings section.
If the lightning storm doesn’t get too close, at least it looks like the rain has gone away today (and will probably come again another day, ie. all Sunday) so for now go watch The Goonies on the deck of a battleship at the Intrepid Summer Movie Series.
Or if you’re too lazy to leave the hood, hop over to Grace Exhibition Space for some performance art and booze.
If you’re wondering around south BK today, head to Park Slope and try out some Cricket-topped frozen yogurt at Wickedspoon, then head down to Prospect Park Bandshell for Field of Dreams (Un Mundo Nuevo)– a CelebrateBrooklyn! hodgepodge of art, music, food and wackiness. I’m not sure what to take away from this video, but its fun nonetheless.
And if you again are feeling like attending a lazy art party in Bushwick, Bushflix should prove to be a crazy projectionfest.
Noon to six brings Bushwick Arts Day around Maria Hernandez Park.
While the Brooklyn hipster may be ever-associated with swilling the cheaper version of this medallion-winning brew, Pabst Brewing Co. (under new management) has begun selling a “fancy-pants” beer in China called 1844, which sells for 300 yuan ($45 US) per 720ml bottle.
Pabst Brewmaster-Asia Alan Kornhauser claims the beer is aimed at China’s “Nouveau riche,” and will be served at business dinners and banquets–
“normally, you’d drink brandy, and this beer kind of has the look of brandy—it’s a reddish-brown color, but it won’t hurt you as much.”
No doubt a Freewilly prize will go out to the first “Hipster Drinking an 1844” photo we get in our inbox.
[h/t New Yorker]
There’s trouble a-brewing on the range, um, we mean Times Square. Turns out Robert Burck, aka The Naked Cowboy, has a burr in his saddle tighty-whities about an impostor known as The Naked Cowgirl who is cramping his style and perhaps his copyright:
“No one else should be profiting off the Naked Cowboy brand,” said Burck’s lawyer, Joe Jackson. “This woman is confusing tourists and destroying the brand.”
Burck filed the trademark infringement suit against the cowgirl, whose real name is Sandra Brodsky, in Manhattan federal court. Burck said his idea – which he trademarked in 2000 – is about clean, wholesome fun. He claims the cowgirl is tarnishing the name with her antics. “She has been observed using visual profanity (flipping the bird at the camera) when photographing with people in Times Square,” the lawsuit states. “This is inconsistent with the manner in which the Naked Cowboy conducts business.”
Somehow we don’t think said cowgirl is gonna deter the housewives from Omaha, in town to see Shrek on Broadway, from taking photos with our city’s favorite homoerotic exhibitionist.
Williamsburg, Brooklyn is a haven for the metrosexual, trust funded left and their ilk.
Paroozing Craigslist is one way of potentially ruining a relationship– but this time it’s at the hands of HBO and not random sex with strangers, well, maybe not that. The post is pretty vague, but we imagine that the producers of Taxicab Confessions want slutty hipster couples to air out all their sexual frustration with one another on camera. Should be awesome. Let us know if you make it to the casting, we’re rooting for you!
I continue to love Beach House’s latest record, Teen Dream. For anyone who got picked on in high school, this new, freaky video by Allen Cordell is like a fever dream.
Dudes, if you’re not listening to Twin Shadow, I don’t even know how to explain how disappointed I am with you. The moniker of Bushwick’s well-dressed George Lewis Jr., Twin Shadow’s debut album has been literally spinning on repeat on every possible audio device in my apartment. Forget is a seamless blend of smooth lust infused vocals, synth lullabies, and whispering drum beats, not to mention “I Can’t Wait” induces heartfelt Molly Ringwald dances like woah.
Unfortunately for you, Terrible Records isn’t releasing this lovely gem until September 28th– giving you plenty of time to long for June once again. Seriously though, I can’t stop listening to these new wave jazz sounds that make me want to “secret handshake” in white linens. Mr. Lewis, I hope this stuff is getting you laid.
So if you’re looking to dance and make sexy time, check out Twin Shadow with our faves Hooray for Earth at Coco66 this Friday… or just win a pair of tickets for you and a friend by commenting below (and using your real email) about how you may or may not ooze sex just like this man’s chest hair.