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Title:Point presents SALISH. Two isolated strangers must navigate through an obtuse landscape and its mysterious inhabitants to answer the question: Where did all of these severed feet come from? It is a comedy.
July 25, 26, 27 and August 1, 2, 3
Door: 7:30 pm Curtain: 8 pm Admission: $8 Running Time: 1 Hour
Photo by Max Dworkin. Keith Nelson, co-founder of the Bindlestiff Family Cirkus (at left), and Robert Hickman, sculptor, and intrepid unicyclists, make riding their unicycles across all of NYC bridges a goal.
Unicyclists Robert Hickman, a sculptor, and Keith Nelson, co-founder of the Bindlestiff Family Cirkus, embarked on a journey starting in 2009, to cross all 2,078 bridges that exist in New York City. They’ve crossed 272 bridges to date, and should complete their impressively long-term goal in about ten years.
This past winter they made history when they unicycled across the Florida Keys as part of Sculpture Key West—over 130 miles, and 55 bridges. Their trip log is online at unibridgetour.info
Performance artist Jessica Hirst from Spain at Grace Exhibition in April.
A giant poster of a brain tells you you’re at the right apartment. Under the screaming wheels of the elevated J train, and up the flight of stairs, is a sizable loft painted in gray.
Grace Exhibition Space, a converted loft at 840 Broadway, is one of the few performance art galleries in New York City, ridding itself of a stage and focusing on the immersion of artist and audience. With a suggested $10 donation at the door, the gallery hosts artist talks and art events every other Thursday and Friday, providing several hours of performance by both local and international artists.
The band Morricone Youth specialize in life film scoring. Photo courtesy Nighthawk
In live performances, a musician, a dancer, a singer, an actor will spend weeks in rehearsals, hitting every mark, rehearsing to perfection; but each performance is necessarily filled with unexpected moments, sometimes errors, never to be replicated in just the same way twice.
In spite of what they are called, silent films of yore were rarely silent. It was standard for live musicians to play in a theater providing a musical arrangement for a film, emotional cues for an audience to react to, and even entertainment in its own right for those who wanted to see pianists, violinists, or sometimes a small orchestra perform. A screeching violin can warn us that our favorite actress is in danger; a tapping drum can mimic the hoof beats of a trotting horse, and a sliding horn can tell us when to laugh when Buster Keaton braves death again.
Smartly, the author and principal actor of “Stations Lost” Tony Fitzpatrick doesn’t mention his career as a radio personality until late in the show. He doesn’t mention his rather successful career as an actor at all. Eventually he reveals his past career on the radio alongside his reasons for leaving. His disdain for the Rush Limbaughs of the world and his exasperation over the proliferation of hate in the radio industry reveals itself as the show’s ah-ha moment.
Amazingly, it coalesces with what he’s been saying all along, his fascination with good and evil, his reasons for going to Istanbul and the title of the show itself, it all hits you at once like a great Arthur Miller play. Before you know it, Fitzpatrick has hustled his way into brilliance and those hurtles from 100 minutes beforehand seem a distant memory. A show this good bolsters not only The Boiler but the Williamsburg theater scene in general. Catch this show before it disappears from the dial. There are only five performances left.