We’ve said it before, but the Rev. Vince Anderson and his Love Choir at Union Pool is the best damn free weekly show in Brooklyn, and anyone who disagrees must be some kind of sinner sent here by the Mitt Romney buzzkill brigade. It’s so much fun that we won’t even waste our time selling it to you, except to tell you that tonight is Vince’s birthday, which means, in addition to the two sets of dirty, sweaty gospel, you’ll also get some free pints of Sixpoint’s special Instant Pentecostal Apostle, the Rev’s own brew; and Eli “Paperboy” Reed will be DJing and singing with the band. If you miss it, you’ll never understand why you are the miracle.
We’re about to go into a bone-chilling, frozen-pipes-warning, the polar-opposite-from-summer, they-even-cancelled-an-ice-festival-because-it’s-too-cold weekend. So let’s take a moment to appreciate some true heroes of the season: winter vestibules. Those little pop up chambers act like an air lock between the bitter cold of the frozen tundra outside. They are crucial elements of city life, one more safeguard […]
My fellow Brooklynites, I come to you today in anticipation of the world’s 616th Valentine’s Day. It’s not a holiday created by Hallmark, or a cruel joke played on single souls by all the happy couples of the world. It’s a tribute to love that was first observed as a romantic celebration in 1400. It’s historical, […]
The New Yorker is as famous for its cartoons as it is for inexplicably giving Andy Borowitz a platform to write his terribly lazy attempts at jokes. They’re usually wry and offer up commentary on the state of the modern world, a one-panel parable about the things that distract us or the ways we act. […]