Filed under: Area 51
My fondest memory of the Cramps has nothing to do whatsoever with the band per se (although I had the pleasure of seeing them live and love their music). It has to do with my father: Pa Heather. Back in the day before i-Tunes I drew up a list of items I would like for Christmas. In my wish list I included (for shits and giggles) “Smell of Female” by the Cramps on compact disc. Being the dutiful dad Pa Heather was (and is) he went to the local music store, asked one of their employees for help finding “Smell of Female” and purchased it. Although my father made it sound like a chore at the time I think he rather enjoyed it.
Thank you Lux for the great musicÂ (A Date With Elvis is in high rotation in this here household), laughs and bringing my (sometimes closeted but subversive nonetheless) family closer together!
Come tomorrow morning I am sticking out my can for the garbage man. Not just out of respect for Lux Interior, but as a married woman I take all the cheap thrills I can get!
P.S.: Actually I know of another story about the Cramps. My boss Larry da Junkman once shaved the word “Cramps” in his back hair and flashed it at Lux, et. al. at one of their concerts. It apparently made quite the impression as Mr. Interior later mentioned it in a radio show.
Fliers like this break my heart. Unlike a lot of people who can no longer afford their pets and simply toss them out on the street or dump them at the nearest feral cat colony the person who lost this cat simply didn’t know any better. A popular misconception (which leads to the conception of a lot of kittens) is that nursing cats cannot go into heat. They can and will. And when female cats go into heat they make every effort to escape. That’s what happened here.
If you have seen this lovely momma cat or know of her whereabouts please contact her person at either of the above telephone numbers. Not only is this man heartbroken, he wants to get her spayed before she has any more kittens.
Filed under: Area 51
It would appear that Staten Island Chuck’s bit(e) of direct action earlier this week has spawned its own clothing line. It is called Viva Chuck, it can be found on Cafepress and I learned of it courtesy of a woman who calls herself Lillet Langtry.*
I like the Che angle but for the sake of Dialectical Materialism I have to confess: I wish his little paw was upraised and brandishing an AK-47. This would appeal more to my petit bourgeois capitalist— soon-to-be Lumpenproletariat— sensibilities. In any case there’s at least one red in Staten Island. Who knew?
Then again it was once written that four legs are indeed better than two. But of course sporting a sharp set of choppers doesn’t hurt!
…No question now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
— George Orwell
*Which is a great moniker, by the way!
Unconcerned but not indifferent.*
What are you lookin’ at?
Meet the block Mayor.
Don’t tread on me.
*This is the epitaph for one of my favorite artists. Anyone care to guess who it is? Otherwise if you simply MUST know you can click here for the reveal.
Filed under: Williamsburg
Inasmuch as I try to keep out of the is or is not Williamsburg “cool” anymore debate (I do not live there and I am not now nor will I ever be “cool”. I gave up on that a LONG time ago.) I would like to offer my friends to the south this food for thought.
When the guard stationed in a glorified port-o-let at a luxury condominium development on North 3rd Street is a fan of Vice Magazine (the periodical everyone loves to hate— but reads anyway) it might be time to consider moving to Flushing.
That is all.
DISCLAIMER: This is satire. The proprietress of this blog does indeed read Vice on occasion. What’s more, she enjoys it.
No, I’m not talking about that kind of junk (it made its resurgence in my fair nabe known some time ago).
Rather, Junk, the thrift store located at Driggs Avenue and North 10th Street has opened a new space down on Franklin Street! I spoke with a gentleman working there and he said they officially opened last week and still had a great deal of merchandise to roll out. As of my visit today they had a great deal of affordable furniture for the choosing. This is a good thing given the dearth of furniture options here (no disrespect to Greenpoint Furniture intended). I wish these chaps the best of luck!
216 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
HOURS: 9:00 a.m. – 9:00 p.m. daily
Filed under: Williamsburg
From North 6 Street.
If you’re looking for “the best” look no further: I have found him. Sort of.
His name is “Sam” and I’m guessing he either lives or works near this stop of the B60 bus. There is no indication whatsoever of what Sam is “the best” at (I’ll leave that to your imagination), but whatever it is he must be pretty damned good: his praises are not written on this piece of public property once, but twice.
Is this is a bus driver romance in the making? I certainly hope so. MTA employees need lovin’ too!
Filed under: Williamsburg
In keeping with this upcoming weekend’s laundry list of events artistic, this item comes courtesy of Chris Smith, proprietor of Subtexture and partipant in this show. McCaig-Welles Gallery will be hosting an opening reception for its latest group show, All That Glitters Is Gold, this Saturday, February 7, from 7:00 – 10:00 p.m. Here’s the 411 McCaig-Welles’s press release:
McCaig Welles Gallery is pleased to announce All that Glitters is Gold, a group exhibition presented by Melissa McCaig-Welles and guest curator Cope2. The exhibition invites never-before-exhibited artists along with represented artists with upcoming solo shows at the gallery to interpret the expansive theme of the show in a restrained 18×24 art piece.
Gallery owner Melissa McCaig-Welles, intrigued by the somber economic and political climate, was interested in the potential for varying responses and overlapping interpretations to the All that Glitters is Gold title.
The title, for me personally, directly corresponds with the current economic climate and the disaster on Wall Street. The fact that we all believed the hype and gave our money away to untrustworthy people, bought more homes than we could afford and basically relied on all that glittered…… ” states McCaig-Welles.The show title invites artists to focus on what blinds human nature and perhaps, and hopefully, what redeems it.
Will these talented artists express the blinding folly of fool’s gold or visually reflect on the authentic? Shakespeare’s take on the axiom in his The Merchant of Venice forewarns a chilling denouement from which McCaig Welles and Cope2 hope to spare us next time.
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I’ll read the writing.
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
— Williams Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Um, okay. In any case this show has a rather extensive list of participants including CRIME 79, Can2, Carlos Mare139 Rodriguez, Chris Smith aka Subtexture, Cope2, Damion Silver, EWOK5MH, Greg Haberny, Indie184, Jen Props, Lance Turnbow, LogikOne, Lucas Irwin aka FILTH, Mona Superhero, Queen Andrea, R Nicholas Kuszyk, Robert H. Syrett, Ryan Bubnis, Ryder E. Robison, Sam Friedman, Scott Patt, Scott Peehl, Sien, jonny fenix and one of yours truly’s personal faves: Molly Crabapple. Get a sneak peek of what awaits your viewing pleasure by clicking here.
All That Glitters Is Gold
February 7, 2009, 7:00 – 10:00 p.m.
129 Roebling Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Stay tuned, I have another treat/tip to pass along tomorrow!
This post is dedicated to a good friend of mine who lost her best friend yesterday. Sir Galahad might be gone but he will not be forgotten. May he rest in peace.