the weekend guide: 21-24 july 2016.

UP LATE at the Highline, Chelsea.

there’s a reason we choose warehouse parties. because for all of the multi-sensory experiences provided, and all of the elevation one so chooses to ascend into, you can walk out the front door and the only battle you face is where the hell the jefferson stop or the riverfront is from the exit. thursday night’s party promises to be all of that, and the promenade will be peppered with papier-mache headed performers, illuminated installations, “hidden surprises” and no easy exits. it’s your first (of TWO!) reasons to cross the river this weekend- go because you love the highline. leave because you found the staircase. starts at 10pm, rsvp fo’ free here (and if they sell out, send me a message ‘cause i got you boo.) on the highline from gaansevort to 18th, 10pm-midnight.

to have a business survive for four years in brooklyn that isn’t a rite aid is reason to celebrate in itself, but especially if it’s a charming little italian nook on greenpoint ave with wine poured straight from the barrel and events nearly every night of the week. thursday brings a celebration worthy of a surprise guest dj, mad drink specials, and pizza special by the mississippi vegan. 159 greenpoint ave, 5-11pm. i’d-a-lina-on-you by the end of the night, pretty lady.

who, moi? yep. moi and you also and toro i suppose. at output. if oyu aren’t at panorama (it’s cool, i’m not either), let’s experience all the best music this city has to offer. so go here, thursday night. tickets, $25, are right here and you will be there, 74 wythe ave,10pm. the show is until 4 so just… start formulating your work excuse now. output– you have to put out to get in™.

so what if they haven’t produced an album in 10 years. if you were a co-op band out of canada you would have trouble working out getting together and you sure has hell wouldn’t have produced some of the amazing sounds that have come out of this band. you know what? you’ve changed.

come to this show. with me. and maybe i’ll forgive you.

$35, tickets here. starts at 8pm. 66 n 6th st. <– no the devil won’t be there. (but they should really change that,)

 

so many beautiful artists lost this year, and here is one among them. the pioneer of street style- a relentless photographer, a carnegie hall resident, a shameless windbreaker-wearer, a cyclist, a true new yorker, a friend. your second reason to cross the river this weekend– see this documentary. thursday night at IFC center, with Q&A director and producer. 730pm, tickets and info here. 323 sixth ave. don’t break wind, windbreak.

because hipsters are just grown-up emo kids, let’s all get together and just let it out, at emo night friday at the bell house. sing, scream, dance, or have a heart to heart in the corner with a stranger or yourself while tkaing back sunday and the used and something corporate continue to be the only ones who understand you. $10. tickets here. 10pm. 149 7th st, i’ll be there, with bells on.

there is nothing better than the warmth of shared verse among virtual strangers. come to roots cafe’s monthly poetry series and feel enlightened, rejuvenated, inspired… and perhaps a bit more grounded (that was a root pun!) contributors and observers welcome. 8-10pm, 639 fifth ave. seek, here.

PS1 Summer Warm-Up, Long Island City.

This LIC summertime party institution also has a permanent residency on my weekend guide, from now through labor day. so i recommend checking the schedule and either choosing based on the tunes or your own availability (this is not a “oh i have a few hours, i’ll check it out” kind of affair. it will take all of your saturday and at least 3/4 of the mental space of your sunday. and it will all be worth it.) tickets here. i’m already heatin’ up.

 

 

SUNDAY

Pop-Up Dinner at Archestreus Books, Greenpoint.

a summertime Brooklyn institution. this isn’t what non-brooklynites indulgently refer to as “sunday fun day”. no no no. This is not for the weak at hearts who boast about their residual rosé headaches around the keurig machine on monday, proudly bouncing slightly on the low pile grey office carpet wearing their smart ballet flats. this is for you, brave heart. the tiki gods and lords of disco would like to come down to the well and extend their hand to shake yours and then never ever let go. dig? sunday, 2-11pm, 272 meserole. tiki disco hits you like sneaky crisco

music heals us in times of grief, often when nothing else gives us solace. the pain and terror that france has been experiencing is impossible to know how to comprehend, with anger, with sadness, with confusion- but while our hearts are troubled let us come back to music to help us heal together. head this sunday to barbe’s in park slope to hear French guitarist (and avid raconteur) Stephane Wrembel’s return finally to his weekly residency here. the intimate atmosphere in barbe’s and soul-shattering nature of his sound, this will surely help to give you answers where there are none, give you feeling where you’re feeling numb, and be in a room together with people silently hurting and healing, together. 9pm-midnight, Barbes, 376 9th st.