Tagged under "brooklyn" (5)
|Change & rEvolution for 2009: The Riot Grrrl Ink Show @ Sugarland|
If only every company could be like Riot Grrrl Ink...queer-centered, grassroots, and totally dedicated to producing/supporting art that is radical, political, marginalized, and non-conventional.
RGI –the largest LGBTQ label in the world- is a true supporter of the artists/organizations they work with for the evolution of wo/mankind through (an artistic) revolution. So who better to celebrate the inauguration of our new President Barack Obama than with folks who themselves work for change in all mediums and spectrums of our lives?! Obama promised us change and RGI is helping to deliver it- Wednesday, January 21- at Sugarland in Brooklyn, NY.
Riot Grrrl Ink is hosting a show sure to beat all the inauguration balls going on this week. The show at Sugarland will be femmeceed by Bevin Branlandingham and will feature videos by Ali Cotterill and U People. Three of the awesome artists RGI produces/supports will be playing: Athens Boys Choir, Hanifah Walidah, and Inner Princess.
Athens Boys Choir, a transgender spoken word artist from Georgia spits about everything from dildos to dreidels. Hanifah Walidah is a triple threat- hip hop artist, poet, and actress- who speak out on culture, politics, and minority issues. Inner Princess hails from Brooklyn with their gender/genre bending brand of punk rawk. All three are super radical, très genius, and uber-queer; they will no doubt rap, rhyme, and rock their politics into the ears and hearts of the audience Wednesday night.
The RGI Show is definitely a kick-ass way to kick-off 2009, a landmark time in our nation’s history. Everyone is welcome to attend, and donations are highly encouraged and appreciated! Give your dollar a voice-join Riot Grrrl Ink in celebrating Obama, rEvolution, art, and the change we need and is sure to come!
Riot Grrrl Ink Show
January 21, 2009
8-11 pm @ Sugarland
221 N 9th St
Brooklyn, NY 11211
Tagged on January 19, 2009
|Why I get "Catty" on Fridays|
The moment my eyes flitter open Friday morning, I think “Cherry-Popping & Frisky”. As odd as it is for my first thoughts to be bacchanalian, I look forward to the first evening of the weekend to get into social butterfly mode. No place better to spread wings than one where you feel safe exuding your gay-ness. And there’s no better place to start the weekend then Cattyshack.
A den of booze, beauty, and beats, bars like Cattyshack don’t normally lead me to think about the importance of queer, female-centered spaces. New York City dyke bars, the Lesbian Herstory Archives, Fire Island, and even Babeland stores are all other safe sites that exhibit the dynamic of queer girl culture. But besides these and Pride every year, where can a gay gal go to get her groove on without fear of discrimination and homophobia?
After this weekend at Catty, I was especially reminded of how, outside of these queer dance parties and select scenes, there are very few social spots where I can safely hug, kiss, or grab my girlfriend’s hand/ass in the Tri-State area. As sexually diverse and progressive as NY/NJ may be, there are hoods that will surely have wagging tongues, disapproving stares, Bible thumpers, and even a threat or two to my security. It’s hard to believe that in 2008, people still look at me and my partner like we are two-headed monsters invading Midtown on a Sunday afternoon.
That’s why I thank Goddess for gay bars. Places like Cattyshack allow lesbian, bisexual, and trans people agency to affection, acceptance, and discourse in a safe space. It’s not just a gathering of dykes looking to drink and dial, stalk their ex-girlfriends, or prey on potential one-night-stands; it’s a haven that lets queer women be free and 100% themselves.
In such queer spaces as Catty, dykes can get down and dirty on the dance floor, demonstrating their prolific libidos or escaping the bed death they’re suddenly suffering from. The bar becomes a confessional for lesbians, where the priest is the hot bartender and a few shots of Patron become penance. It’s such a space where you can come to stare out into oblivion, contemplating your own lesbian drama without a hetero romantic comedy on the tube to irritate you. Best of all, Catty is where you can look like a boy with the comfort in knowing you'll get treated like a boi.
A place like Cattyshack is vital to my queer womanhood. I don't just go to unwind, get a cold brew, and stare at the long-legged femmes waltzing up the outdoor deck steps for a smoke. Away from a home and work filled with TV, radio, and other hetero-centered distractions, I go to Catty to share moments, trade war stories, create memories, and catch up on celesbian gossip with friends and family, the "othered" others like me who can be their complete Sapphic selves without harm or judgment.
It has been almost forty years since Stonewall, since it was taboo, damning, and dangerous for dykes to convene in such spaces. So why do I get Catty on a Friday night? To celebrate how far we've come as queer women, and continue to fight for our right to party.
Tagged on July 21, 2008
DIZZY at Galapagos Art Space - DJ JD Samson
Woke up and realized my cell phone is M.I.A. this morning ... gonna have to blame that on Williamsburg's Galapagos Art Space and the bartenders who take "make it strong" to heart. JD Samson (of Le Tigre, New England Roses, and of her own fabulous fame) spun for the DIZZY dance party until the wee morning hours, kicking off around 11pm. As a longtime fan of Le Tigre, I knew JD wouldn't disappoint, and as the club filled up with beautiful boys, bois, girls, etc., I started to get the feeling that this was going to be "one of those nights." Sure enough, I ended up on stage with my friends as soon as some New Order hit the speakers, and JD honored my request for some Joy Division a little later on (what a doll!). The main room was packed wall-to-wall with makeupped kids and hip-checks galore, and from my vantage point on the stage, I can tell you that no one in this fair city need ever worry about being forced to shake it to Hot 97 fare if they want to blow off some steam. Careening through the night with quality 80s and 90s tunes and JD's own delicious mashups, we were, as they say, in good hands. Very good hands.
Check out JD's Myspace for more of her DJ sets, and take a stab at her current collaboration with Johanna Fateman, MEN, here.Tagged on February 15, 2008
|A good cup of coffee|
We know the rules. Friday night is for happy hour, Saturday night is for dancing, Sunday night is L-word night and Monday through Thursday night are good-girl, order-Chinese-delivery, play-with-your-lonely-cats, be-in-bed-by-11pm nights.
When we break the weeknight rule by going to that Tegan and Sara concert on a Thursday or Snapshot on a Tuesday, we pay the consequences the next morning. Calling in sick is not an option (you maxed out on vacation days back in August, remember?) and a bloody mary to-go will probably get you fired.
At this point, coffee is really your only hope of making it through the rest of the day with any dignity. If you live out in certain parts of Brooklyn, your good pre-work coffee options are, well, the opposite of bountiful. I will admit that as a Seattle transplant I am picky about what counts as a good coffee place. Any bodega is handy for a quick, extra sweet, drippy cup of drip for less than a dollar. Of course, if you were dancing on a speaker less than 6 hours ago, you might need something a little stronger.
Choice Market at Grand and Lafayette has some ridiculously tasty pastries and small breakfast plates but can also get mad crowded. The coffee is so-so and the service can get a little frantic when they are busy. Go for the noshes if that’s what your hangover really craves.
If you’re just looking for some strong espresso with a delightful ambience to wake you up, your absolute best bet is The Outpost Lounge on Fulton Street. Watch out- this coffee is strong, even by my standards. Their rich espresso swallows half-and-half without even thinking of getting any lighter. The food is so-so but the staff is amazingly friendly, will burn you a CD if you ask nicely, remember your name and make sure you are ready for another day at the grindstone.
If you’re morning train brings you through Atlantic Pacific terminal, it’s an easy shot to pop out on to Flatbush Ave, walk south to 5th and hang a right until you get to Gorilla Coffee. No comfy chairs to tempt you to be even later for work but the blaring music and unsmiling staff will you get in the mood for business. Drain a cup of their jet fuel coffee and nobody at work will suspect a thing about your party-girl alter ego.
318 Lafayette Ave
Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
1014 Fulton St.
Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
97 5th Avenue
(corner of Park Place)
Park Slope, Brooklyn
Tagged on February 15, 2008