“I think a lot,” laughed the artist Itziar Barrio, stationed at the desk in her…
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This Memorial Day weekend, specifically 8pm on May 25, at Bushwick’s own Acheron – the home of the second coming of CBGB’s according to them – we’ll be hosting some of Brooklyn’s talented emerging women in rock n’ roll at our showcase: The Grrrlie Show.
Kim and Thurston were role models for working in a creative partnership. We thought we could trust these over-30s to model a lifestyle we could get into, one that would veer away from such clichés as the midlife crisis affair. So, what now?
This savvy bunch of at once traditional and totally unconventional writers and performers will inhabit the Standard ToyKraft space in Williamsburg through May 18 with their latest production.
Liz Godoy’s latest musical endeavor is a new LP under the guise of The Tablets, songs written by her, and co-produced with partner and collaborator the musician and producer Brenden Beu (Male Bonding, Pissed Jeans, o’death). This mélange of 60s garage infused new wave noise shoe-gaze sounds like a lot of things you want to hear, all at once.
The SXSW film premiere of The Punk Singer, a documentary on the life of Kathleen Hanna, happened in Austin, Texas last week. The documentary on the Bikini Kill, Le Tigre and The Julie Ruin singer and longtime activist, artist and de facto leader of the 90s feminist movement riot grrrl, Kathleen, along with producer Tamra Davis and director Sini Anderson answered questions in a DIY media blitz down south. Special guest appearance by Amanda Palmer.
The son of the former congressman from the district announced his new office as a political consultant, and clued in his local group of political wonks on news from a recent meeting of district leaders for the Kings County Democratic Party. Here’s a little inside baseball on the Kings County Democratic Party as heads turn to the 2013 local races.
I arrived at ABC No Rio on a recent Saturday, sixteen years after my first matinee for a record release party celebrating the local lady band Claire’s Diary. It was the first time it really sunk in how far things had come.
The FAILE tower has been assembled under the forty-foot tall ceiling of this luscious alter to New York’s cultural dominance.
I spent the majority of my evening last Monday surveying the crowd at Lincoln Center’s preview of Les Ballets de FAILE for anyone who looked like a possible graffiti artist.