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Monthly Archive for September, 2007

the publisher gently insists: on September 26, all WWIB listeners are hereby invited to Barnes & Noble Chelsea (6th Ave & 22nd St), for a gathering precisely like no other devoted to the smash anthology, New York Calling: From Blackout To Bloomberg. At 7 pm, a veritable Wild Bunch of street fiends will take it […]

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introducing Toad as Police Woman: the ongoing destruction (some call it “revitalization”) of downtown Brooklyn is among the most dreary stories of the era. Architecture buffs have made their laments & the battle over the houses on Duffield Street continues but, without ever discouraging people from pursing “impossible” causes (see the resolute No Land Grab […]

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& how BZA occasionally wishes it still was: Old Gowanus, how do I remember thee? Lots of ways but rather than getting all South Brooklyn nostalgic, WWIB invites you, our loyal readers, to share your memories & observations. We don’t often look back wistfully– there are advantages & disadvantages within each era, each locale, but […]

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is nuttin’ compared to three on 86th St, claims Toad: Ya’ll remember Three In The Cellar, right? It was 1970, & perhaps the apex and nadir of post-hippy, pre-Kent State student radical exploitation flicks. In it, failed poet Wes Stern wreaks vengeance upon college president Larry Hagman by seducing Hagman’s wife, his mistress and his […]

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with Berenice (The Abbott)/BZA: The most frequently asked question of WWIB’s internet era is how the hell do we do it? Do what? Photography, man. Simple answer: press that button. And really, too far beyond that we’re spittin’ like Rakim: don’t sweat the technique. This isn’t to diminish the importance of knowing your shit at […]

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Riff & Ya’ll Shall Receive, or, Beadel Debevoise, Fiction Editor, presents: The imaginative possibilities were now all Afro ones, with a sprinkling of jibaro dreams from the Hispanic fringes of the neighborhood. In their time it was all Irish, with the Italian gangsters at their taxi stand on Rockaway Avenue. But more than a few […]

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or, as Centipede reminds us, the wheel is an extension of the foot: try try try as we might– & believe us ya’ll, we try plenty– it seems darn near impossible to find a single piece of so-called “street art” in the ‘hood. This is strange, given the claims that proponents of “street art” make […]

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emerging John Garfield-like from the shadows… Zyczymy Smacznego: Some folks read mysteries, some folks write ‘em. Others, their shelves lined with Ross Macdonald & Georges Simenon, Patricia Highsmith & Sherlock Holmes, are mystery incarnate. As for rumors that I, Zyczymy Smacznego, Food Writer, have authored a popular series of North Brooklyn policiers under the nom-de-oil-plume […]

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BZA addresses her people (soul people): To everyone who has been requesting more Rockaway Beach pictures, we feel ya’ll & no matter the putative change of season, rest assured, WWIB isn’t close to done bringing NYC’s hottest sand action home. Off the beach, strange things are happening too, particularly at Beach 84th & Holland Ave. […]

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’83 -’84: I’m the plastic Dublin boy, Echo and the Bunnymen haircut, blue suede shoes, pint o’ stout, lump o’ hash in the back pocket. Life is cozy, safe on the margins, in the butt end of Europe, depressed pre-Tiger Eire. I play in bands, write bad poetry. Visconti, Bertolucci, Bunuel at the Irish Film […]

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