It is probably safe to say that the only thing playwrights enjoy more than writing about sex is the act itself. A true statement for every kind of writer, really, but it’s all so much spicier in the performance world, isn’t it? Writing a novel, after all, is solitary, introspective, often a pinnacle in the art of self-abuse. A play is collaborative, exhibitive, and has a whole culture of fucking as its subtle perfume. Theater can be masturbatory, sure, but at least it’s a circle jerk. And that’s to say nothing of the voyeu…I mean the audience. Conflict, sweat, hot lights, sexy French words like ingénue, and it’s all right there. You see the actor playing Oedipus and the actor playing his wife-mother. You see Othello atop his doomed Desdemona in her bridal bed. You wonder about the writer who’s putting these people through this. You ponder the director who’s blocking the scene. You imagine things about the actors who are wrestling each other. Walk around any university drama department for a week, and you realize that the question is never “Will They Or Won’t They” but always “Are They Or Aren’t They…And If Not, When?”
I don’t have to pique your interest; you’re already interested. It’s sex. And for the next week at The Brick in Williamsburg, well, it’s a F!CK FEST. (more…)
Goodbye to all this. via Flickr user All-Nite Images
The Trash Bar.
I realize that there are only a couple of dozen or so people to whom the name evokes something more than a mild nostalgia, or else a wrinkled-nose pang of disgust, if it evokes anything at all. Say you’re new to town, a fresh face out in Bushwick or Bed-Stuy, you’ve likely never been. And that’s fine, too. Never hip, always dirty, perpetually falling apart, it’s the place with the name tourists giggle at, sticking out like a sore thumb in 2015 Williamsburg. But if you’ve been around, say, the last decade, and been at all into music here in Brooklyn, or karaoke or free alcohol, then chances are you feel one way or the other about it.
I’m a bit different. Trash is closing at some point this year, sometime before August, and after working and hanging out there for eight years, I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around what this means to me and has meant to my life. (more…)
What it is: A bar and music venue located steps from the Morgan L stop in an old casket factory.
Why we love it: Owners/oft-bartenders Jeff and Heather are awesome people, encouraging a laid back, dog-friendly vibe where a good conversation isn’t hard to find. It’s also the best place in the area to catch some football while tipping back a local microbrew like Alphabet City Dizzy Brewnette or the latest Brooklyn Brewmaster’s Reserve. You can look over the old show stubs that are scattered as part of the bar top and wonder how many thousands of dollars of concert money are represented beneath your beverage. Live music in a sectioned-off venue, karaoke, Walking Dead watching parties…what’s not to love? Bring good talkers, rockers, groups, zombie-enthusiasts, dog-lovers, and that vegan friend of yours
What to order: Along with a completely domestic, badass beer list with ABV range of 3.8 to a walloping 10.0%, you can try one of their seasonal cocktails like the Dig For Fire (Espolon muddled with jalapenos and simple syrup) or the Phyllis Diller (Jim Beam, apple juice and fresh lemon, served on the rocks with a crisp apple slice).
Fun fact: Pine Box’s beer and cocktails are 100% vegan. If you didn’t know it, everything from bone meal to beetle extract can be found in many adult beverages. Pine Box gets around using certain bar staples like Baileys by making their own vegan cream, using Kahlua and vanilla soy milk. People rave about their vegan empanadas and sometimes vegan food trucks park out front.
Please don’t corner her with your Rory/Lorelei slash script
To the well-read, sophisticated-but-down-to-earth fans of Amy Sherman-Palladino’s Gilmore Girls (and the late, lamented Bunheads), any imagined encounter with the creator has probably played out like a scene from one of her shows: quick, quippy, punny, funny and well, sophisticated. Coffee is involved, obviously, and everyone is maybe eating Ding Dongs together while saying funny words like “Oy” and tossing off references to W. Somerset Maugham. Well, this Thursday at the Bell House you can see if life is really like a television show, when Sherman-Palladino is interviewed and honored by the podcast Employee Of The Month. (more…)
132 Havemeyer Street (at South 1st Street)
What it is: A beautiful, Irish-owned soccer bar that looks more like the classy pubs Bourdain went to in that Dublin episode of The Layover.
Why we love it: Because the place was so obviously built with love, a love that’s expressed to its patrons through ridiculous drink specials, like the $4 20.oz Bitburgers on Thurdays, or the $4 Guinness deal all Tuesday night (just to nametwo). Every soccer match played is shown live, along with a host of other sports and movies. Twenty beers on tap as well as bottles from around the world, so that no matter which national team you go for, you can feel like you’re drinking at home. (more…)
Tony, a volunteer, manning his post. Photo by Eric Kingrea
The anarchists only close shop if it rains or snows. Otherwise, every Friday, you can find them here at Von King Park in Bed-Stuy, under tent and banner reading Brooklyn Free Store, handing out goods and sometimes services completely gratis. The tent sometimes blows away in a strong wind, and has to be duct-taped to bricks. Other times a brisk gust will catch the texts sitting on the infoshop desk: zines, commix and reprinted manifestos with ambitious titles like the The Abolition Of Work, big ideas on cheap paper with ink that runs. But most people don’t dilly-dally with propaganda of the revolution. There’s too much free stuff. (more…)
JACK lights the way toward highbrow culture in Brooklyn. via Facebook
More and more, the kind of live theater that might signal the endurance of the form is being developed, made in and exported out of Brooklyn. As with so many other such endeavors, cheaper rent is the carrot, but theater professionals here constantly note the satisfying sense of community surrounding their projects, as opposed to in hype-beaten Manhattan. Brooklyn has a wide range of theatre companies, operating all around the borough. One company is trying to renovate the old Slave Theater, launching pad for such personalities as the Reverend Al Sharpton. Another space has been located in deep Bushwick since before the neighborhood was even a twinkle in an art-grad’s eye. (more…)
They’re calling it the Harbauwl this year. True story
The problem with throwing a Super Bowl party in Brooklyn apartments is one of simple logistics: it requires space you don’t have. Even if your Bushwick loft does have the capacity to host a couple dozen drunks and a fifteen-foot hoagie, chances are you and your nine roommates haven’t gone in for basic cable, and maybe even a couple of them loathe sports and the average loud, loyal football fan. You’ve already shelled out to learn about football, so what do you do to keep your investment from being a waste? As with so many Brooklyn conundrums, where-to-watch-the-Super-Bowl is a question best answered with a trip to the bar. Here’s a list of spots showing the Big Game. (more…)
Lesson 1: This is a Raiders fan. Steer clear. via Flickr user Keith Lovelady
Let’s say that you, the Brokelyn reader, are not a football fan. Let’s say you went your entire American life without a boy- or girlfriend who drafted you into their specific garishly-colored cult. Let’s say that you moved to Brooklyn to fully utilize your Conceptual Art degree, to live out your subversive dream of filling a confessional booth with hotel toiletries. Maybe you were too busy with Oepdia Maas to be much concerned with Eddie George. Let’s say you are not from The South.
Guess what? No judgments, but you lived your life the wrong way, comrade. And, come February, you’re still going to be invited to a Super Bowl Party.Fortunately for you, you can pay someone to teach you the game. (more…)
Not just a biscuit, but a driver of our economic engine. Photo by Sarah Gainer
Those lengua tacos that you and your foodie friends found out about from the people who know those things is just the tip of iceberg in Brooklyn. A new report from the Brooklyn Chamber of Commerce shows that the borough’s “Food Chain”—the sum total of all of our groceries, restaurants, cafes and food manufacturers—makes up for a whopping 12.5% of BK’s private jobs. That means that one in eight of the businesses in the borough is dedicated to bringing you gustatory bliss by way of bone marrow, vegan comfort food and Counter Culture coffee, along with every other conceivable ethnic and regional specialty and cuisine. (more…)