Garland Jeffreys is not only New York City’s best-kept secret, but America’s most consistently underrated and overlooked musical talent. A veteran of rock-n- roll, blues, soul, and reggae, Garland’s been shaking up the NYC musical scene since 1966. I first met Garland back in August at the iconic West Village restaurant and performance spot, Cornelia… Read more »
Let me be straight with you: I am moving up in the world. Three weeks ago, I found this in my inbox: MEDIA PREVIEW PICASSO BLACK AND WHITE THURSDAY, OCTOBER 4, 2012 9 am–12 pm (note early start time) Light breakfast: 9–9:30 am Remarks: 9:30 am Exhibition viewing: 10… Read more »
I have two good things to report: It’s fall. I got a radio. Considering the fact that I’ve always wanted to be the type of person who wears oversized wool sweaters and listens to NPR, I’ve made quite a dent in my bucket list. I can take no credit, of course, for the weather. Summer in New… Read more »
Last week, I found myself concurrently reading two books by two different men named Hedges. I found the coincidence extraordinary. 1. Peter Hedges, The Heights If you are one of my regular readers, you may recall that before my illustrious career as a writer, I dabbled in the theatre. My undergraduate degree is, in fact, in… Read more »
The extent of my exposure to Stephen King includes: 1) Catching an accidental glimpse of the cover of Pet Cemetery when I was five and getting so freaked out by the screeching, skeletal cat that for years I took pains to stay several feet away from the book, which always seemed to pop up (mysteriously!) in different places around… Read more »
When I was a child, my best friend Beth and I loved to play a game called Teenagers. The object of the game was to act like teenagers and involved props (lip-gloss, pocketbooks). Beth always wanted her alter-ego to be nineteen, but I felt there was something brassy and garish about that number. For me,… Read more »
I’m a rabbit who’s never left his warren. My family has lived on York Avenue in Manhattan since 1896. I own the horseshoe that hung over the front door of my great-grandparents’ apartment at #1403. I already have 1500 old photographs of Yorkville, but nothing pumped me up like my recent discovery of the Walker… Read more »
Who’s that petite single New York writer I keep seeing on TV with the fabulous sense of style? You know, the one with the rocking bod and kind of unconventional face who so breezily mixes glamour with sarcasm and wit? I think her name starts with a C… Meet Carole Radziwill—Emmy and Peabody-award winning journalist,… Read more »
If walls could talk, the Naumburg Bandshell would be New York City’s fiercest chatterbox. It’s been standing between Bethesda Terrace and Central Park’s famed, tree-lined Mall Promenade for almost 80 years, collecting memories while sharing music and words. Visit the Bandshell early in the morning and you’ll find a brief moment of quiet and stillness…. Read more »
