53-year-old Williamsburg resident Louis Segna was found guilty of making phony 911 calls to complain about made up incidents happening around his apartment at North 7th and Bedford. He was found guilty for three calls, but was believed to have made over 400 complaints. Some of the calls were regarding noise levels and some calls were much more serious. From [Read more...]
A few weeks ago, I felt
a little under the weather hungover and absolutely craved a burrito. I usually order seamless from Taco Santana when I’m craving Mexican, but I ordered from there earlier that week and didn’t want to be recognized by the delivery man. Just a mere days previous, I was less than nice after having to walk down all three flights of stairs to obtain my torta due to his confusion over the buzzer.
To avoid any sort of confrontation or exercise in my ragged state, I decided to order from El Loco Burrito. It had four stars. A solid rating, so how bad could it be? Turns out Seamless reviews are not to be trusted blindly. After my order arrived, I took a big bite out of the “chili beef burrito.” Lettuce, cheese, tomato, tortilla. Not too disappointing, but not exactly good. Another bite. This time I taste the ground beef. Grey and bland, I can only imagine it was boiled. No flavor and not exactly helping to cure my hangover. I’m thinking to myself that it might magically get better… maybe not all of the beef is that weird grey color. I take one more bite, and I taste… peas and carrots? What? This can’t be! I am so thrown off by this strange combo I decide to dissect the burrito, and yes, there are factory shaped squares of potatoes, soggy carrots and peas that can come from no other than a can of Veg-All mixed vegetables. I REPEAT- VEG-ALL MIXED VEGETABLES! I was forced to eat the stuff as a child, but no more. There is no way I could bring myself to eat this sorry cafeteria lady excuse for a burrito any longer. I mean, how can you possibly mess up a burrito that bad to bring back flashbacks of elementary school lunch? [Read more...]
And in a flash of glitter and glow-in-the-dark face paint, the party of the summer is over. Vibes were all good Saturday night into Sunday morning when BangOn threw their annual Short Shorts shindig. The secret location, which turned out to be in a multi-level Supper Club near Bedford-Nostrand, was packed when we arrived around 2 AM. As per usual, the crowd was flashy including everyone from babes sporting neon unitards to bros in the glow. You know what I’m sayin’.
Despite the cramped situation, my friend and I were still able to score silent disco headphones in a matter of minutes. Quiet Clubbing (who I’ve been tipped off may or may not be appearing in an upcoming episode of Shark Tank) has this system down to an art. You give them your ID or a credit card. They give you a set of headphones and a numbered return ticket, and well if you break them, you buy them. Simple enough! The DJ’s were solid. The Blue channel offered a more top 40 set list, while green focused on deep house. You always knew which channel was crushing it by the cheers that broke out over the dancing crowd.
It’s annoying that Drag City isn’t on Spotify. Thankfully NPR is streaming Ty Segall’s latest, which is getting great reviews. We love it too:
Manipulator also recalls the way some of the best ’90s bands captured that era while making their own timeless records for the canon. Segall’s upper register makes his voice a dead ringer for that of Suede’s Brett Anderson, and Manipulator showcases the mysterious swagger of that group’s classic debut. The distortion monster “It’s Over” channels Blur at its catchiest, while “The Feels” captures the same arena-ready, world-takeover notions that powered Oasis through its early successes. [Read more...]
Hello and welcome to This One Goes To Eleven loyal pawns, hooded torch-bearers, fallen apostles, and mildly curious passerby. It needn’t take a hot-air balloon diatribe on the recent explosion of extreme music into the indie-verse for you to quickly glean why we are here. The reason is simple and the purpose is clear: We are gathered today, and each Tuesday for the foreseeable future, to pay pilgrimage to the coming week in metal, and–with the world headed to hell in a hurry–assemble a soundtrack for the ensuing roadtrip. Eyes front and Dio horns up. Now someone, count me in.
Many of us have been startled to see someone out of the corner of our eye sitting in a lot on Bedford and North 1st only to realize it is a big stuffed gorilla. It turns out that gorilla is named Coco and the lot may be sold for upwards of $8 million soon. The owner of the lot passed away a few years ago and while his family decide when to sell, the lot is kept as an urban jungle by his friend Carmen Bonilla. NY Times spoke to the spunky Carmen who is in her eighties:
“I put this here for the kids, because the kids, they enjoy,” Ms. Bonilla said, stepping sure-footedly through the weeds in a flounce yellow skirt, a billowy white blouse, an elegant ivory hat and bright pink lipstick. “That’s the way you’ve got to live — because I’m no better than nobody. Love each other, help each other.”
Read the full story at NY Times.