Only a few years ago this medium sized bar on N. 6th St in Williamsburg known as The Cove attempted to start a gay night in the heart of hipster heaven which played well with the all-too-willing local crowd despite its life being cut too short and way too soon. Now, the owners of the gin joint are officially launching the place with a brand-spanking new name and a long list of younger, local Brooklyn talents ranging from drag queens, bands, DJs, and bartenders.
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Photo by Marina Chetner
It what was once part of Brooklyn’s thriving industrial parks. In typical Twilight Zone fashion this was my stop at Willoughby on the Morgan station off the L. The subway can take you there but I decided to walk it after Jonathan and BPro invited me to experience what the locals call Morgantown. Officially unrecognized except for those who embrace life there, this up and coming hot spot is home to hundreds of artists and hipster types who have an itch to live off the map and away from their spoiled Williamsburg neighbors.
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Artwork by Andrew D’Angelo photographed by George Nelken
It’s late August which means that the majority of New Yorkers have fled town to go on family vacations or retreats to clear their heads before Labor Day. It’s quiet; almost too quiet which explains why there has been a slight lack of entertainment and all around good cheer. This past Saturday night I decided to think outside the box when a few friends invited me to a venue called The Spectrum in Brooklyn. They informed me that there was a small cover at the door but it was “B.Y.O.B.” Sounds like a fair trade off. I hopped on the L train to give the place a chance to deliver the goods.
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Stumbling home off the L in Bushwick two weekends ago, I was surprisingly sober (for the most part) until I got to my apartment. I live on the third floor of a converted factory and all is quiet for the most part. Nobody in my building pays any mind to each other and it feels like one giant soulless hole filled with individuals who do not acknowledge reality. Upon unlocking the door I was hit with a giant bass thump. “What the hell was that,” I thought. Just then my doorbell rings. Read more
Truth be told, I’m not a hoarder. But, judging by the amount of crap I have laying around here at my soon-to-be ex-dwelling, I should be on the show. How did it ever get like this? Sure, I don’t have mounds of literal garbage lining my place with mummified cats crushed between boxes but this is just a little crazy.
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