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Monthly Archive for September, 2007

Zincsmith Billiard, Son of Shemp*, remembers: It was the mid-1980s & Brooklyn was like Cleveland to some. I grew up on 7th Avenue & 21st St– which not one goddamn person called “Greenwood Heights” then– so I’d already been to Cleveland, man. But like Albert Ayler & Pere Ubu before me, I split; it’s called […]

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Swan would never say it’s too easy but… sometimes it ain’t too tough either. So among those 845 websites & photostreams documenting Gowanus, South Brooklyn, Red Hook or parts thereof, how many noted the shocking presence of a (Rockaway) Beach Channel Shoppers Mart sign in their midst? While internet searches aren’t always an exact science, […]

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Doris from Marine Park writes: Longtime listener, first time correspondent– quick question: ever since WWIB entered the blog-o-sphere, I’ve noticed that some of your reporters seem to delight in taking shots at certain unnamed blogs & websites, especially those which cover real estate & “street art”– whatever the heck that is. (Do the San Cono […]

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Swan wishes this was his car, BZA explains: Saved by a hair from the reject pile (tough light), Snake took this shot in that odd, historic no-man’s land between the Brooklyn & Manhattan Bridges. If ya’ll want to do a quick test of the gap (gulf, chasm, goddamn universe) between the streets & the internet, […]

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Nude As The News

Before my story starts, I need to make a point about New York’s story. It is a story as rich in ironies as it is in skyscrapers. One of the things that made the late twentieth century so bitter here is one of the things that has always made New York so sweet: its intense […]

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and then went down to the ship, BZA: The last decade has been one of radical change in the borough. Until around 1998 or so, it was nearly a straight shot back in time– South Brooklyn time! Coincident with the invention of horse’s ass sobriquets like the so-called “Columbia Street Waterfront District” (apologies to all […]

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by Angry M.F. Fisher: Drunk on Albemarle. Drunk on Bond Street. Drunk on Cortelyou. Drunk in Ditmas Park. Drunk on Eldert Lane. Drunk on Foster Road. 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 […]

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Help Wanted

Snake, wrong place, wrong time: Help wanted? I was told it was hep wanted so with my finest Gene Vincent swagger, I trod into deepest Bushwick looking for action– hell, it might even be Ridgewood. What I found was something else: the forlorn remains of Brooklyn’s once roiling textile industry. Not that it’s  all gone, […]

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the Music Director adapts to any habitat: It’s pretty tough to talk or write about about hip-hop critically as it’s a form marked by exceptional fanaticism & ig’nance both; that it’s also, in part, a hyper-popular form (unlike say jazz or folk or garage rock), only compounds the difficulty. Being a Kanye West consumer doesn’t […]

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In 1917, gangster Frankie Yale opened a large bar in Coney Island that he named the Harvard Inn. A dive, it occupied a one-story building on Bowery, a short, seedy alley running between Surf Avenue and what would later become the Boardwalk. It had a 20 x 40 foot dance floor and a 20-foot bar. […]

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