Welcome to another Halloween edition of This One Goes to Eleven, where we’ll be more or less doing the same thing we do, week-in, week-out from January to January. But hey, if that’s what got you in the door today, that’s cool with me. Let the (sonic) terrors reign.
To quote the immortal words of Detective Roger Murtaugh, I’m too old for this shit. Over the past several years Brooklyn’s biggest music bash, Northside Festival, has spread its reach ever wider–welcoming venues from Greenpoint to Bushwick, domains from tech to film, pushing 25-going-on-47-year-olds-who-couldn’t-resist-going-to-see-Parquet-Courts-the-night-befores like myself to the darkest depths of their fuel tanks. Barring […]