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After almost ten years of offering open mics, burlesque shows, poetry readings, live music, coffee, and $4 tall boys to a legion of local poets, punks, misfits, and artists, Bushwick’s Goodbye Blue Monday may be singing its swan song.
GBM didn’t make money by offering one of the only free and open-booking policy stages in the city, or by selling $2 PBRs at happy hour. They didn’t make money—instead, they created community.
My first job was when I was about 15. I had met a girl named Hope who became my best friend. Hope and I were flunking math class so we became speed freaks. This honed our algebra skills and we quickly became whiz kids. For about 5 minutes. Then, our brains started to fry and we were just teenage speed freaks.
Then, we decided to to seek gainful employment.
Review by Robert Egert
Photos by Julie Lemberger
Dance is so often a spectacle, a kind of voyeuristic experience. As a member of the audience you typically sit on your ass and watch the performers do all the work. If it’s good, when it’s all over, you clap.
Photos courtesy of choreographer Angie Chen
Albert Einstein said “Dancers are the Athletes of G-d”; if that’s true, Vogue-ing balls are the dance Olympics. Event: The All Night Ball, held on Oct. 27. Olympic Stadium: Lucky Cheng’s, the drag-queen restaurant in the heart of the theater district transformed by screaming fans, disco balls, two DJs, four judges, and more than 30 athletes-of-the-night competing in not one, but two divisions: Vougeing (Old Way — think: Paris is Burning, and New Way) and Hustle. No Aryans at this party. Far from homo-geneous, this scene bridges age, gender, ethnicity, body type, and sexual preference. It is both welcoming and glam.
Viewers were treated to four video projects and two live dances capturing the history of Greenpoint and LIC, and its connecting bridge the Pulaski Bridge, as they moved across the bridge. It is a project by Chris Henderson, and presented by the interactive arts group Moviehouse.
Read full story by Jason Silverstein, here at Greenpoint Gazette.
