Local filmmaker Alexandra Stergiou shot, what could quite possibly be, the last music video filmed at the late, great venue, 285 Kent (R.I.P). The song is “I’m Forgetting,” the latest single from Brooklyn band, Heaven’s Gate (they also happened to curate a mixtape for Greenpointers this week, further solidifying their cool factor). The video premiered on Impose on Wednesday.
Shot in super low-fi style, “I’m Forgetting” is reminiscent of watching a fucked up VHS tape with an Autistic child. Continue reading →
Williamsburg developer and super-bully, Victor Einhorn, the new landlord of the city-run Swinging Sixties Senior Center building (211 Ainslie St), has given 200 seniors and preschoolers until the end of January to vacate the premises, before the community center is torn down to make way for new condos. Way to pick on the underdog, Victor. Seriously.
Two Boots is moving in and Foodswings is priced out of North Brooklyn (bye, Vegan wings). 285 Kent is also rumored to be closing down (bye, DIY music).
Williamsburg is now a place that you can dine on gourmet SPAM, reviewed by the NY Times.
In further gentrification news, you rich bastards can now purchase the most expensive condo in Brooklyn, (in so-called gritty South Williamsburg) where you can relax in your giant tub, read in your private library, and roll around naked on your “exquisite” marble floors. If you need an apartment-sitter, you know who to call.
And last but not least, Greenpoint is officially better than it’s sister hood, Gowanus, according to a vote hosted by Curbed. Both places are home to megadevelopment and toxic water, but we have kielbasa. We also beat Governor’s Island, not surprisingly, because it’s not a neighborhood (i.e. it’s an island that no one lives on). Now, we’re challenging NoMad for the championship. Go Greenpoint!
Despite their New-York-centric pun of a name, rock duo Jamaican Queens actually hail from Detroit. And on the very night their hometown filed for bankruptcy, the band’s equipment seemed destined for similar failure: time stretched on as they pleaded with the crowd for patience, a drum machine too high, vocals too low. But finally, when everything was in place, frontman Ryan Spencer electrified the crowd with his commanding vocals and an extensive musical arsenal behind him— what could best be described as an electronic-hip-hop-rock fusion— producing catchy, dance-ready glam-pop hits. Continue reading →
In a desolate area under the Williamsburg Bridge, a show at 285 Kent brought the neighborhood out on Saturday night despite warnings of the derocho, or as some sources chose to report, “The Storm That Might Destroy New York City.” But inside the warehouse, beyond the rain and clouds of cigarette smoke, a wormhole of industrial noise and psychedelic guitars could be heard. Continue reading →