Eric Austin is the punk rock proprietor of Williamsburg establishments The Grand Bar and Grill, Second Chance Saloon and the venue The Acheron. If there’s something that Eric loves, it’s telling stories, and he’s got a lot of great ones – many of them not fit to print here, though we tried.
I’d like to take a minute to reply to the Wall Street Journal article “Brooklyn Before the Hipsters” on July 4th, 2013 – Independence Day. It was Gilbert Gottfried grade business propaganda.
“I think a lot,” laughed the artist Itziar Barrio, stationed at the desk in her…
Local photographer and artist Ryan James MacFarland is preparing for his next show, but was among the first to attend the Shandaken Project residency in upstate New York aimed at creating “a space where experimentation, process, and research are privileged as ends in and of themselves.”
You. Must. Write. About. This. Band. Was the message I got from Sharon Van Etten recently, and I obliged, and here we are. They’re playing this Saturday at Glasslands with Speck Mountain and a special guest – wonder who that could be!
At the Brooklyn Night Bazaar in Williamsburg this past weekend we were thrilled to check out all the DIY designs, live music and tasty and inventive snacks on hand (peppermint patty CAKE, omg). Thousands of locals came out to see the crafts and culture and share it with friends this holiday season. Tweet us @bklyntheborough or use #BKLYN if you see any good items out in the markets and we’ll share it with the borough.
MOVEMENT is a brand new monthly party at Loreley in Williamsburg. Veteran DJs Ayesha Adamo and Cecil Grey are on the decks all night on third Wednesdays. Here’s a soundcloud of his inaugural set.
Throughout the five-boroughs, the aliens leveled all apartments, condos, townhouses, brownstones, high-rises, and houses systematically with top-of the line laser death-rays. Afterward, new buildings were constructed, and nearly everyone was relocated to a new apartment; a 10-foot by 10-foot living space with an incredibly low ceiling and a sliver of a window. That is, except for a few railroad apartments in Bushwhick.
Nola squints in the sunlight that has just spilled over the rooftops and illuminated Williamsburg’s McCarren Park in all its dewy spring splendor. Slipping her Chanel sunglasses down over her eyes, she sips her latte and makes a sweeping gesture toward the jogger-strewn park, its busy dog run, and the new high-rise condos that have sprung up along its borders.
“There is no way I’d be living here without my nurse hat, if you know what I mean. This place is going to look like Park Slope in a few years. They might dress like hipsters, but they’re just yuppies with vintage wardrobes.”
Hours before his bandmates were due to arrive at Public Assembly, Tavo Carbone shared his musical influences, his affinity for the glockenspiel and just what Mister Rogers and Horse’s Mouth have in common. (Note: the revelation left me so befuddled I found it unnecessary to have it further explained.) Wrap your head around it after the jump!