Friday
Domino's pizza (bacon AND ham - so wrong but so right) and the Dog Whisperer. It was a long week and I was tired. Ok?
Saturday
As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I've been going through the 50 gigs of music my brother Dennis recently "loaned" me. The band of the week this past week was Los Amigos Invisible and their 1998 release The New Sound of the Venezuelan Gozadera. Numerous friends over the years have raved about them but I hadn't given them much of a chance until now. It didn't take many listens for me to get hooked and I thought, I need to see these guys next time they're playing in the city (this thought occurred Thursday). Friday night I mentioned the band to a friend who though unfamiliar with their music, said "they're playing this weekend, this Venezuelan guy I work with is going to see them." No lie, this really happened. So Saturday night yours truly joined the amped crowd at the Bowery Ballroom and had a hell of a time (and one or two drinks ...) enjoying one of my new favorite bands. Visit their website for a nice selection of tracks. Requisite camera phone photo below:
Sunday
I decided the best way to deal with my hangover (might of had more than one or two at the show), was to get out of the house and check out the Brooklyn Flea. The Flea is the creation of the people behind Brownstoner. Dumb move on several levels. First, as we all know, only more alcohol cures a hangover. Second, and more important, browsing overpriced and overly precious second hand goods with hipsters has never helped anyone. I don't want to be that cynical guy who shits on a good idea just because it isn't my bag, but wow, it sucked. I zipped through the entire site in 10 minutes and left. I originally planned on hitting the gym after the Flea but truthfully, my headache and the sight of so many hipsters was too much to overcome. I ended up walking home - a hair under 4 miles according to map my run - passing a packed Olea on the way. Super hungry when I arrived home, I popped some popcorn on the stove while the rib eye I seasoned before leaving the house warmed up to room temperature. A simple side of sauteed onions, garlic, mushrooms and green beans, and a romaine lettuce and tomato salad rounded out the meal.
Domino's pizza (bacon AND ham - so wrong but so right) and the Dog Whisperer. It was a long week and I was tired. Ok?
Saturday
As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I've been going through the 50 gigs of music my brother Dennis recently "loaned" me. The band of the week this past week was Los Amigos Invisible and their 1998 release The New Sound of the Venezuelan Gozadera. Numerous friends over the years have raved about them but I hadn't given them much of a chance until now. It didn't take many listens for me to get hooked and I thought, I need to see these guys next time they're playing in the city (this thought occurred Thursday). Friday night I mentioned the band to a friend who though unfamiliar with their music, said "they're playing this weekend, this Venezuelan guy I work with is going to see them." No lie, this really happened. So Saturday night yours truly joined the amped crowd at the Bowery Ballroom and had a hell of a time (and one or two drinks ...) enjoying one of my new favorite bands. Visit their website for a nice selection of tracks. Requisite camera phone photo below:
Sunday
I decided the best way to deal with my hangover (might of had more than one or two at the show), was to get out of the house and check out the Brooklyn Flea. The Flea is the creation of the people behind Brownstoner. Dumb move on several levels. First, as we all know, only more alcohol cures a hangover. Second, and more important, browsing overpriced and overly precious second hand goods with hipsters has never helped anyone. I don't want to be that cynical guy who shits on a good idea just because it isn't my bag, but wow, it sucked. I zipped through the entire site in 10 minutes and left. I originally planned on hitting the gym after the Flea but truthfully, my headache and the sight of so many hipsters was too much to overcome. I ended up walking home - a hair under 4 miles according to map my run - passing a packed Olea on the way. Super hungry when I arrived home, I popped some popcorn on the stove while the rib eye I seasoned before leaving the house warmed up to room temperature. A simple side of sauteed onions, garlic, mushrooms and green beans, and a romaine lettuce and tomato salad rounded out the meal.
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2 comments:
You should have given me a buzz. I may not have been able to hang for long but definitely could've taken that ten minute stroll of annoyance and disgust with you. Back to back five-minute Pardon The Interruption style rants would've taken me out of the freezing wind induced stupor I was in for most of the day.
As it stood, I passed by on my way to the gym and couldn't believe the crowds of people in and around the schoolyard - it looked like Hipsterstock or something. It reminded me of the scene that the NYC Marathon creates every year when it comes down Lafayette Ave - except that the marathon is festive. There was no way I was venturing into that sea of people for stuff I wasn't interested in the first place. While I also hate to be the cynical guy who shits on stuff that isn't my bag, it's nice to know that I wasn't the only one with less than a positive view on the whole scene. Maybe I can turn this around by looking through my closets for some old clothes/books and setting up shop across the street.
When I think of flea markets, stoop sales, etc., I expect less of an emphasis on "premium goods" and more of an emphasis on fun bargain hunting and haggling. You said it best Tra, this Flea wasn't festive; it wasn't even mercantile in a good way - it was just a disappointment. Sure, if you really wanted a vintage polyester shirt, a rare 45 record, or a set of Brownstone doors, you were in luck, but even if that is your bag, isn't the point of those things to make the find yourself; to get a deal?
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