(night)crawlers - Mother Nature f***s Graveyard Grooving

After weeks of planning by the king of JC entertainment, 'The Ghost of... Uncle Joe's Halloween Benefit' has been moved out of the graveyard and into Gallery 58. Dancing Tony released a statement on his blog citing Mother Nature's sudden winter wrath as the reason for the move.

The upside: All monies collected will go to the JC & Harsimus Cemetery and Dancing Tony will be dancing to that killer lineup.

The downside: Your once a year chance at grooving amongst graves must wait another year.

The verdict: Get your costume on and rock the f**k out. I'll see you there.

the Ghost of Uncle Joe's Halloween Benefit for the Historic JC & Harsimus Cemetery @ Gallery 58
Sat Oct 29th $10 Donation

Gates 5 pm
5:30 First Resurrection
10:00 Final Burial

5:30 Vice Presidents of the USA - [Zac Quayle, Gerry Agnew, and Robert Gore]
6:15 Nirvana [Friends of Chewie]
7:00 The Faces [The Milwaukees]
7:45 U2 [The Black Hollies]
8:30 The Cure [Robert and the Blacksmyths] 
9:15 The Ramones [Glenn D & the Lodi 3] 
all night with Jam Master Jay [DJ Scott FREE]

SORRY THE GO-GO'S ARE ON VACATION

10:30 Zombie Parade to the Lamp Post


After Life Party with
1:10 Smashing Pumpkins - Meet/Pause
12:30 Weezer - They Had Faces Then 
11:50 Foo Fighters - Holy City Zoo
11:10 The Talking Heads - Aminal
10:30 The Exploding Hearts [ JC Tattoo Employee Friends with Benefits Plan]

FYI(nformation) - Jordan's Drag Day

Jordan's; 247 Newark Ave.

I can't deny that every now and then I thoroughly enjoy having my liberal, pretentious (at times) existence turned upside down due to my own assumptions. This was certainly the case as I made my way to catch the train to the East Village. The Camel junkie that I've once again become led me to stroll past Jordan's Lounge after scoring a pack on Newark Ave. While walking past the large windows, probably due to some narcissistic need to steal a quick glance of myself, I saw what appeared to be a rainbow flag. After processing the image and storefront I immediately came to a halt and turned my bewildered ass around. Could Jordan's Lounge be promoting a gay night? Not so said I. If not for any reason then my belief that the majority of urban hip-hop culture is almost as far from acceptance of gays as those crazies who surround fallen soldiers' funerals. I mean "no homo" anyone? Much to my pleasantly surprised and thoroughly confused eyes was this:

Wrong Assumption; Jordan's

Jordan's has officially joined the ranks of Opie & Anthony and most U.S. bars in helping Hump Day get your flash, drink, freak and now drag on. It was also clearly the cause of some extreme thought and a bizarre jolt of toxic shock. Could Jordan's be the only ongoing Drag Queen/King show in JC? Jordan's demands JC to "Work it Out" on Wednesdays. Emphasis clearly on the OUT. Take note Star Bar.

Peep the show on the last Wednesday of every month. $5 cover.

(watering)holes - Barcade Part 3 - the Interview

the Taps; Newark and Barrow

With a very busy opening weekend still on many minds and more than 1500 Facebook friends to chat about it, Barcade JC has certainly made its presence known. Touting 24 brilliant taps, joysticks a step away and enough space to stretch out the sudden hand cramp, Barcade JC is a good reason to let your game-geek show over some great beer. If you've been following my blog you know that I've attempted to use this platform to get a "press pass." It worked. Paul Kermizian, co-owner and director of the documentary American Beer, took a few minutes out of his wild schedule to answer some of my questions. If on main page click read more just below.

(watering)holes - Barcade Part 2

After much Delay; Newark and Barrow

After months of construction, delays, city bureaucracy, and even more delays, the doors will finally open and taps will begin to flow at JC's very own Barcade. While getting some ink done yesterday the topic of Barcade, an often discussed and debated one, proved to be a great distraction from the pinches of pain occasionally flowing through my arm. It was here that someone said they seemed set to go. After a few Google searches I can confirm that we are exactly one week away from getting to blow quarters on something other than our local Laundromats. On Friday, April 22nd a much-needed addition to the local scene will open its doors. Barcade Jersey City will have 33 vintage video games and 24 craft beers and microbrews on tap. My fingers are crossed for Southhampton Ale. Unlike Barcade Brooklyn, ours will serve food and also supply seating on the ever-interesting Newark Avenue. Great place to people watch; talk about consumption with a view. Though I wrote Barcade Jersey City to try and score some inside photos and insider information, I have not heard back and can only assume my blog has yet to qualify me for a press pass. I'm working on it. I can confirm that Barcade Jersey City will have a rare cockpit version of Star Wars, as well as old favorites like Spy Hunter and Burgertime. So mark your calendars, stack your quarters and I expect to see you all next week. 

Play Time; Newark and Barrow

(watering)holes - Thirsty Thursday at the Lamp Post

Thirsty Thursday has become a ritual amongst myself and many of my fellow Velvet Undergrounders. I enjoy hanging on a Thursday night far more than Friday mostly because you can avoid the "9-5" Friday crowd. Friday is overwhelmed by weekend warriors ready to let loose all the angst that a "real" job has left them to drink away. If you're out on a Thursday night there is usually something more liberating about your schedule. This distinct group of (night)crawlers are usually students, artists, insomniacs, musicians, bohemians, eccentrics, hipsters, addicts of some sort, and the unemployed. This past Thursday was no exception. As mentioned in my recent blog, FYI(nformation) - 2 of 4-day Catch Up, a lot went on. The night was able to begin after I finally admitted to both myself and friends that I would attend Inked magazine's party at Lucky 7s. Much to my horror it was more than full. I am not one for tight spaces, especially if I have yet to loosen up with some booze. Unable to move or escape constant brushes against my lower body, I quickly planned my escape. Best idea ever. My roommate and I headed to the Lamp Post for some much needed personal space and beer. The crowd was a cool mix of locals and random strangers; a welcome change from a scene often littered with familiar faces. Bands were set to play and all seemed hyped to give a listen.

The first band had no problem filling the space with sound, but struggled to make a connection. While their guitar riffs were certainly catchy, the lead vocals left something to be desired. His voice often fell flat and off key from what I believe was a mixture of nerves and an inability to hear himself. Set to follow were a group of young guys who call themselves "The Embracers." With a sound that brought together a dance-worthy combination of rock, country, blues, and funk, The Embracers performed with energy and maturity. Matt Condon, the lead singer, had a voice that demanded attention. The only analogy that comes to mind is if Bob Dylan and Conor Oberst had a lovechild. Condon even offered up some well-sung harmonies with Mike Neglia, the band's talented drummer.

Vocal Harmony; 2nd and Brunswick

(the)Skinny
The Lamp Post provided some much needed refuge in what was an overall chaotic evening. While 7s was surely a sight filled with tattooed beauty, the Lamp Post came with no attitude and some good tunes.  Though the Lamp Post overcharges for Yuengling ($5 a pint, get real!) they match 7s with cans of PBR for $2.50. If you need a break from the everyday hubbub, this might be your spot. Especially if you luck out with a live music act like The Embracers. A lot should be said for a young band that can stand out in a room that often drowns those playing in it. The Velvet Undergrounders and I were on our feet before they broke into a jamming cover of the Grateful Dead's Casey Jones. It's one thing to know your music, it's another to know your crowd.

FYI(nformation) - 2 of 4-Day Catch Up

As you may (or may not) have noticed, there has been a 4-day pause in posts. I've only been doing this for a little over 2 weeks now, but this lax in writing was my first break. I lacked the discipline to sit down in front of the computer and get my words onto the page. Besides content and readers, there's not much else to it. Perfecting this discipline is a work in progress. Not for the sake of excusing, but for understanding, my slip in focus was caused by a bit more work, partying, healthy human interaction, unhealthy human interaction, visits from mates I never see, highs, lows, alcohol, reading, watching, smoking, attempts at intimacy, laughter, good food, depression, high fives, low fives, facebook use, and madness. While I will break each occurrence down throughout the coming week, here are the first 2 of my 4-day catch up. For the proper literary effect, please read with speed.

(wednes)Day 

Work from 9 to 9 and should of been more tired than I felt. Got a text from a friend I see way too sparingly and invited him over. We laughed, smoked, and laughed some more. His bike tire popped. Bummer. We ate empanadas cooked by my roommate. Delicious. He got tired and suggested 1 beer at a local pub. Hit 7s, high-fived the bouncer, cracked open a PBR. Had to pee but the queue was less than tolerable. Laughter, loud music, great conversation, a sudden (in)flux of fake fur. 4 beers later and I knew we were out for the night. More laughter, more good music, apparent intoxication. 2am and it's time to go. Friend disappeared into a taxi before saying ciao. Look around and follow a line of people into a flat. Laughter, strange visual stimulation, I begin to poke an attractive friend annoyingly. Time to go home. Get a text while walking, so I make a pit stop. 40 minutes pass and I make my exit. Sleep. 

(thurs)Day 

Work until 8 with rumbles in my stomach, so I make a salad with grilled chicken. Promise myself I'm going to sit and write. Read a little, check facebook, and jump in the shower. Get asked about Inked magazine's gathering. Deny I'm going. Think about going. Say I'm going. Have a beer while I get dressed. Purposely attempt to look tops. Think about sex. Leave the house and head to the magazine's party. Walk in, sweat, and feel overwhelmed; way too many people. Quick face signal to my roommate and we bounce. Head to the Lamppost. Laugh, dance, listen to live music. I look at randoms with intrigue. Get impressed by one of the bands. Realize I’m paying too much for Yuengling, so switch. Other friends arrive. So does she. I stare for a moment and order a PBR. I flirt. I dance. I sing to an amazing Grateful Dead cover. Roommate gathers the troops and we head out. Couches get thrown. I witness this and walk back to the bar. Closing time. I read. Think. Sleep.

(watering)holes - the Bar that Could

a Little Patience; Newark and Barrow

After months of whispers and speculation, the much anticipated Barcade seemed set for an opening at the end of this month.  I myself could not hold back the slight delight I felt as I walked past its location and saw the sign going up. That was weeks ago and the end of the month is in t-minus a day. Stories of the Brooklyn-based bar making its way across the Hudson started many months ago and have since turned into its own urban legend. Similar to that of the supposed Whole Foods that has yet to grace us with its presence. A fellow Velvet Undergrounder, who may have landed a job at Barcade, told me recently that it was set for an April 3rd opening. That too seems to be in question after reading this on Barcade's facebook page:                                     

Barcade 

Dear friends,
 We were very close to being ready to open but we were told to add some additional sprinklers. Consequently, our architectural plans and calculations need to be re-drawn and then approved by the city, which takes time. Hope to resolve this setback soon.

(the)Skinny

I'll leave the City bureaucracy to speak for itself. On the flipside, when it does finally open, it will be a sweet addition to the local scene. Similar to that of its BK sibling, the bar will offer all American craft breweries on draft. I'll have a Southampton please. Delicious. 

Though they have yet to announce their game lineup, an owner has been quoted as saying that there will be 33 games, all from the 70s and 80s. You'll know as soon as I do; or vice versa.