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So there’s this former Naval Air Station, in Brooklyn, called Floyd Bennett Field. Brian Berger’s relationship with the Floyd goes back nearly to the dawn of time, at least the early 1960s when his father, a native of Rockaway Beach, was stationed there as a member of the United States Navy Reserve. Young John Strausbaugh […]

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Chistine Haughney of the Times recently took the long ride (from pretty much everywhere but Marine Park and Broad Channel) out to Beach 116th Street in Rockaway and found it rather wanting. This is not a surprise. If, for aesthetic reasons, I happen to love that Rockaway isn’t boomtown, there are lots of Radio Days […]

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The Music Director gets on the good foot: hop hop hop. It’s too much to explain just now but the Old School is my school & in addition to rocking Rockaway Playland, Times Square peep shows & an old Rusian Aunt in the Bronx (everybody had one), I would listen to the the 98.7 Kiss-FM […]

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Drunk on Albemarle. Drunk on Bond Street. Drunk on Cortelyou. Drunk in Ditmas Park. Drunk on Evergreen— Bushwick stand up! Drunk on Force Tube. Drunk in Gravesend. Drunk on Hinsdale. Drunk on India Street. Drunk on Jamaica Ave. Drunk in Kensington (they will get the services their property values demand). Drunk on Avenue L (the […]

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Dear Sirs (BZA, Beadel, Angry M.F. & Lorraine Otsego too), As a lifelong Brooklynite, I thought I’d “seen it all.” Did a lot of it too, in my younger days. Taxi-dancing, the numbers, after-hours joints— you-name-it, really. I dropped acid when it was legal and in 1970 I saw the Grateful Dead four nights running […]

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The Music Director is risin’ too: While WWIB collectively tries to restrain itself from the furies that accompanied the most loathesome media cum real estate unveiling to hit the Gold Coast of Gowanus since Whole Foods lied their way into multiple postings from corporate dupe bloggers (& the ersatz “journalists” who echo them), our colleague […]

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Toad is burning up! February 16, 2008– a date already twitching in infamy in Canarsie-native Charles Burney IV’s forthcoming A General History of Brooklyn Music (Pinakothek Press) & soon to be tripping off the tongues of swingers, boppers, moldy figs, folkies, hippies, mods, rockers, dreads, punks, no wavers, b-boys, blunt heads, fly ladies & prisoners […]

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Toad brings the ruckus. Words? Fuck ‘em! That seemed to be the message during a near-riot on East 104th Street last night, as hundreds of students, tourists, moles, cowboys, sailors, psychics, shutterbugs, motormen, yarb doctors, graffiti fiends, mistresses & their lady friends expressed their displeasure at being denied entry to a sold out Museum of […]

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why is he saying these terrible things about Centipede? an Albanian pizza man? a Boro Park tailor? a Canarsie courier? a Dominican ecstatic? an Ecuadorian mope? the oldest living Finn in Sunset Park? that guy on the G train who’ll argue we should speak of The Georgia as much as The Gambia? he who can’t […]

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Fresh out of the water at Beach 88th Street… Swan. The truth, baby: while I don’t have anything bad to say about rockin’ Coney or Brighton, Paerdegat Basin or Canarsie, Bergen Beach or Sheepshead Bay, if we’re talkin’ serious salt water action, there’s but one word that truly matters: Rockaway. Shout out to ghost of […]

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