Welcome to a new year of This One Goes to Eleven, everyone. It’s business as usual, only with the prospect of instantaneous human incineration tossing some much-needed excitement into the mix. So with that mind, let’s get 2018 started before it suddenly ends.
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 […]