On the surface, everything about Stranger Cat is seemingly happy. From the sidewalk chalk color scheme of their album cover and promo photos, to the ego boosting synth beats driving the majority of their songs. But this Brooklyn duo was born from a place of pain and heartache, not unlike most champions of creativity that somehow fought their way through the tar pits of depression and rode home bareback on a fantasy pony to enjoy a nice lunch and a nap. (more…)
Birfday girl, about to hyperventilate because she thinks Weezy is at the same restaurant as her
This post is dedicated to all our readers who are 23 and under.
In the season 2 finale of Broad City, we celebrate Ilana’s 23rd birthday! And boy has she learned a lot in her short time on this planet—after all, hanging with her older, wiser amiga Abbi has made Ilana downright precocious. We compiled a list of Broad City life lessons from the season finale for our baby readers. Bonus—quite a few are New York-specific. (more…)
Kimmy and Titus showing an example of their DIY spirit
A weary transplant, beaten down by the indignities New York City will make the uninitiated suffer, sadly waits to board a bus that will take her back to Nowheresville, Indiana. Before she can board though, she goes to throw something away in the trash, only to catch sight of a rat rooting around in the garbage. This rat living in a garbage can reminds her of her past strength and inspires her to stay in New York City after all.
If you’ve watched Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, you know that story, since it’s a scene from the show’s first episode. Finding inspiration in the garbage that piles up all around us might not be the advertisement for New York City that Mayors Bloomberg or de Blasio would want, especially in light of another recent piece of pop culture celebrating the city, Taylor Swift’s “Welcome to New York,” being revealed as some kind of stealth viral marketing for a tourist-friendly version of the city.
The weather is changing. Not just here in Brooklyn, but everywhere. Snow is melting to reveal poop and cigarette butts. Long sleeves are turning to short sleeves. Jeans Guy is turning into shorts guy. (You know Shorts Guy? There’s always a Shorts Guy in 50-degree weather in any town, walking around, being Shorts Guy.)
We are all waiting on warmer temperatures, even though they make us crazy seeming at first. The other afternoon, on one of the first actually warm days, I knelt down by my window and spied on a group of four people having some sort of drug related argument outside. Wanna know what the drug seller lingo in Crown Heights is for cocaine? It’s “Toot.” I heard them yelling the word (TOOT! TOOT! TOOT!) right out there in the fresh air and sunshine. I learned something new and walked around the apartment saying the word “Toot” in my brain all day. I guess spring makes everyone equally crazy in their own individual ways. It’s fine. At the very least, we can turn to leisurely comforting music like Field Trip for help in calming our inner whatevers (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…)
In season 2′s penultimate episode, Abbi and Ilana explore other women. Ilana’s narcissism fully realizes itself when she falls for her doppelganger (Alia Shawkat), while Abbi spends a wild night getting fucked up with Kelly Ripa. But their dream crushes turn to nightmares, fast. (more…)
Torres prepares to musically behead another audience. Photo by Bart Cortright, via Facebook
The first time I was properly introduced to the music of Torres (AKA Mackenzie Scott) was at a showcase during last year’s SXSW. On this particular evening I was standing behind a woman whose ponytail was dangerously close to being inside my drink, but I didn’t even have time to be fully annoyed because within minutes, after casually taking the stage with all the comfort of someone going to grab something out of the fridge, Scott musically beheaded every last person standing before her in that room. It only took a few notes and we were there, together, collectively gushing. (more…)
The weekend is here, but what will you do? As we do every other week, we were on BK Live to talk about some ideas for the weekend with our pal Richard Burroughs from the Brooklyn Reader. This time though, we didn’t merely talk about what’s going down this weekend, but everyone got a lesson in how to be an all-star DJ as well. See, watching TV can still teach you something. If you’re into the things we talked about, you can find more info on all them:
Ilana Wexler: libertine, pothead, feminist, molder of young minds….Huh? In Episode 8, we see Ilana as the babysitter of a precocious, privileged boy Oliver, whose refined Manhattan mother (played by Amy Ryan) finds Ilana charmingly bohemian. She’s doing it for extra cash, right? Why else does anyone babysit?
Maybe, but Ilana has another objective: “Oliver is at a tipping point. If I don’t step in now, he could go to Yale, and then, Yale Law, and then kill a stripper and settle out in court….If I don’t do something, he could turn into another useless, rich old white man.” In her dealings with Oliver, Ilana is nothing if not a focused, systematic, purposeful leader of youth. But what kind of lessons are there to learn at the Ilana Wexler School of Parenting? (more…)