Signs of protest at the Women’s Marchers in DC on Saturday. Photo by Tim Donnelly/Brokelyn.
You were in pretty good company if you marched in DC, Manhattan, Antarctica or just your own living room on Saturday. The trick now is to roll that energy and momentum into continued action to keep up the pressure on the Trump administration, and on other lawmakers to keep it in check. The good news is, NYC is continuing to give you plenty of chances to protest and raise money for causes like Planned Parenthood, which bodes well for the next four years.
Here’s our latest roundup of anti-Trump events and fundraisers this week; we’ll keep updating it as more come in. (more…)
A thing you might not realize about your awkward Tinder date at the bar is that everyone else around you probably realizes it’s an awkward Tinder date. There’s something about the body language, the stilted conversation, the way you keep sneaking glances at your date’s face because the Tinder profile pic was so small (or possibly a Waffle House). The folks behind Bushwick’s Alphaville bar noticed this a lot too, so they built a special around it to ease your date jitters: prove you’re on a Tinder date, and you’ll get a free shot, from Monday through Wednesday.
“It was just a joke that bar manager Kait Browne put up there when we got that sign,” bar owner Skyler Insler said. “As a bartender, you can almost always spot which customers are on a Tinder/OkCupid date because of a certain kind of awkwardness they exude. But the free shots are definitely a real thing that happens now!”(more…)
Marisa Cerio, frontlady of Williamsburg-based Big Quiet says that the best way to get started in music is just to make noise on whatever you have, be it chains or a guitar or a flock of semi-aquatic birds. And she’s worth listening to: her band Big Quiet is releasing a special fancy colored 7-inch record this year on their label, Unblinking Ear. You can also listen to their jangly-poppy music on Spotify, which is pretty rad. Apparently, they also have a large Nova Scotian fan base (I hear they have great smoked salmon over there) and Marisa has had enough bras thrown at her while playing that she hasn’t had to go lingerie shopping in quite some time. As someone who also wears bras, I can attest that lingerie shopping is v. annoying. Cerio talked to us about how her band go to the bra-throwing point. (more…)
The NYC natives in The Prettiots herald dark-cute music.
This week, we talk to Kay Kasperhauser of Brooklyn-based duo The Prettiots, recommended for fans of ukuleles, Sylvia Plath, temporary tattoos, Elliot Stabler and temporary tattoos of Elliot Stabler.
The Prettiots are comprised of Kasperhauser, who grew up in the West Village, and Lulu Landolfi, who was raised in Brooklyn. Their debut album, Funs Cool, came out Friday on Rough Trade records. If you were smart enough to preorder it, you got a sweet Prettiots lip gloss AND a sheet of temporary tattoos hand drawn by Kay. And let’s just say this: they are adorable. Their music is sweet and fun, but with an often heart-wrenchingly honest voice that speaks to dealing with the darkness in the world. They also have an amazing dream pop Misfits cover with “Skulls,” and the world’s premiere love song about a fictional TV detective in pop ballad “Stabler.” (more…)
And when you get really drunk, you can pretend like dosing your salad in white wine is the same as a “white wine reduction” via Flickr user tracy benjamin
As the famous Shakespeare quote goes, “What’s in a name? That which we call a dive bar, by any other name would still doth offer $6 beer/shot specials.” Despite our sometimes delicate sensibilities over here at Brokelyn, we’re not too discerning when it comes to the definition of a “dive bar.” Usually a bit grungy, always a bit cheap, never a bit boring, a good dive bar is akin to 4am refrigerator-raid nachos: a solid option, especially if you’re not getting laid.
But a new Bushwick bar is challenging everything our ravaged intestines have loved and feared about the divey-est of dives: the food. DNAinfo reports that Alphaville (140 Wilson Avenue) opened last week with the usual suspects on hand: PBR tallboys, shitty well liquor, and…warm purple carrots? Yeah, okay. (more…)