They also pay taxes, which the president… maybe doesn’t? Does? Who knows! (Gaby Del Valle/Brokelyn)
Tax day is looming on the horizon, and I mean, it kind of sucks to have to send your money to a government that will spend a lot of it on bombing people and on Paul Ryan’s health insurance, but keep in mind that your tax dollars also provide plenty of necessary social services for people around the country (and around the world! That’s great!).
That said, some people–i.e., the president of these United States–has a history of um, maybe not paying taxes? Or of definitely hiding something, which is why he never released his taxes, and maybe what he’s hiding is worse than the fact that he doesn’t even pay taxes. Anyway, get your taxes filed ASAP, come out to these local activist events, and on Saturday, top it all off with the Tax March.
The Way Station is one of the city’s best free venues to book and has room for your giant stand up bass. via Flickr user The All-Nite Images
Imagine that you’re a musician in New York City, home of 8,000 bands trying to play the same venues, and someone approaches YOU on the Internet, saying they like YOUR music and want YOU to play a show. How cool is that?! Pretty cool. But you look again at the email. It’s actually a booking company that expects you to sell a certain amount of tickets. They are unclear about what will happen if you don’t sell enough tickets, but they ask that you sign an “e-contract” stating that you WILL sell tickets AND YOU’LL LIKE IT!
There are some venues in New York City that host what are known as pay-to-play gigs: a venue will say to an artist, “you can play here, but only if you agree to sell X number of tickets. Plus, you’ll be on the hook for whatever money you don’t make if you DON’T sell X number of tickets.” But there is an alternative. There are tons of places in the city where you can play a show for free. We’ve put together a list of NYC’s best venues for local musicians that won’t make you pay just to get on the stage, along with some tips on booking a show.(more…)
How does this crazy Hadron Collider thing work? Will it destroy us all? Find out, tonight at The Bell House. Photo by Maximilien Brice, via CERN
Some bad news: it’s Monday. Some good news: it’s a short week. Some bad news: Sheamus is your WWE world champ following an underwhelming Survivor Series. Some good news: the Brokelyn Event Calendar is still full of some good stuff to do tonight despite a lot of venues going into holiday hibernation. I say, focus on the good news. (more…)
The West has everything a freelancer needs for success: free wifi, coffee, space AND beer. via Facebook
Working from home is hard. You get distracted by your roommates, your cat feels neglected and sits on your computer, you get the insatiable urge to catch up on the latest episode of whatever you’re binge watching, the next door neighbor is rehearsing with their experimental Satanic grindcore band and your walls are made of paper. So, you go to the local coffee shop, but how long can you really hang out in a coffee shop before succumbing to the caffeine jitters and going into debt from all that expensive fair trade coffee? Wouldn’t it be great if, instead, you could bring your laptop to a bar with a great happy hour? Somewhere where instead of getting distracted by your cat, you could take work breaks where you shoot the shit with a bartender, who are known to provide great inspiration?
GUESS WHAT? You totally can do that, because there’s a bunch of Brooklyn bars with wifi, happy hours that start early and best of all, plenty of space for you to get some work done. (more…)
I find that going to yoga is a lot like going to the post office: Sometimes you just can’t avoid it, but you know you’ll hate everyone involved.
After overhearing one too many conversations about juice cleanses while positioning my yoga mat – invariably next to a drop dead gorgeous Bendy-Wendy who warms up with effortless handstands, and contemplating murdering twosomes doing couples yoga whenever I see them tantric dry humping in the park (seriously guys, get a room), I thought maybe I was done with it. Even if I can’t deny there’s nothing like a good sweat and a good stretch, and an hour to allow yourself to just be…away from your smartphone, there’s just so much baggage. Or so I thought, until I found heavy metal yoga in the back of a Bushwick bar. (more…)
Welcome the end with F*cked Up at the Warsaw. Photo by Todd Seelie, via Facebook
Everyone keeps saying the end is upon us. From doomsday preppers to radio preachers to your uncle in Knoxville who mutters ominously about Obama’s Second Inaugural Ceremony, the airwaves and internet memes abound with amateur eschatologists and doomsayers. But forget about those whackjobs. If we’re going to cherry pick any sort of apocalypse to worry over, I’m ignoring the Four Horsemen (hah!) or financial collapse (eh…), and prepping instead for the one favored by comic book writers, oddball college professors, and an ancient civilization that knew a thing or two about a thing or two. The OG doomsday, if you will, 5125 years in the making and just around the corner: I give you Mayan Apocalypse 2012, coming at ya T-minus 2 days and counting. Here are eight places you can go to celebrate life before the world blinks out, provided you’re not stocking up on vegetarian MRE’s and putting together a bug-out bag. (more…)