Waylon Jennings and Jim Henson
Two creative behemoths unexpectedly collide, and there are fireworks.
Waylon Jennings and Jim Henson
Two creative behemoths unexpectedly collide, and there are fireworks.
We made it! (via andyinabox)
…to my couch!
You probably have to live in Red Hook to think this is a beautiful photograph, or at least frequent the Coles St. Trans-BQE footbridge. That’s because the photo documents something now missing from our neighborhood—an easy hundred feet of razor wire that used to run along the top edge of the chain-link fence (pictured here). Those of us who regularly cross the bridge will undoubtedly appreciate not having to navigate a corridor of dangerously low-hanging military-grade security. I certainly had my fair share of close calls while biking past.
So congratulations, Red Hook. Enjoy the new view, and the walk.
PS I also slid about 200yards down a glacier on a plastic garbage bag. Shit that was some fast sledding! And had a mud fight while swimming in the Colombia river while it was 90deg yesterday!
— Jason’s recent post scriptum
Noted.
My friend Michael at artcompound speaks the truth about why this neighborhood is so awesome.
There was a shooting in the park across the street last night. It apparently occurred during the Old Timers party, which the New York Times profiled in 2006. I just learned Old Timers is a reunion of past and present residents of the Red Hook Houses. Similar celebrations occur in projects all over the City.
I’m not sure how to track down blotter for specifics, but I think the shots were fired around 10pm last night. My friends were hanging out on our stoop and said people just scattered. I biked past some cops this afternoon and chatted with them. They said there had been only a few NYPD Auxiliary patrolling at the time. They also said a wounded man drove himself to the hospital and is expected to survive.
You hold a session beer with a bright bold blend of five hops that flirt obligingly with the smooth malty backside. Don’t let this one lay around it is brewed to be enjoyed today. Bold and engaging without pretense, because in Wisconsin you do not have to be extreme to be real. Just be.
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Brewer’s notes for Moon Man Pale Ale, New Glarus Brewing Company
First they showed Belgium with their Door County Cherry Lambic, and now they’re showing the West Coast with their Moon Man Pale Ale. It’s so good, you might consider a visit to Wisconsin.
Goodnight. (via andyinabox)
It was a good night, Mr. Dayton.
S. 12th Sunday Night Gospel Hour: The Soul Stirrers, “Touch the Hem of His Garment,” 1959.
Sam Cooke on the vocals. Not racy, exactly, but there is enough yearning and sensuality in the there to make it easy for one to see why he had such an easy transition from gospel into pop. The first time I ever heard this song, when I was 15 or so, I was bedridden with a fever of 103. It was accompanied by some marvelous hallucinations, as I recall.
Also, I am considering changing the name of this regular feature to S. 12th Socialist Secular Humanist Sunday Night Gospel Hour, just so you don’t think I’m trying to pull any funny business on you.
That said, as amazing as his pop records are, I am not sure Sam Cooke ever achieved this level of excellence again. This is one of the great vocal performances of all time, as far as I am concerned. That’s just not the teenage hallucinations talking, either.
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Bravo, Mr. Sturdevant. Such a gem you’ve chosen!
I, on the other hand, am a believer, and not afraid to say that Mr. Cooke likely plays a critical role in the regular maintenance of my faith. God bless you Sam, and God bless S. 12th.