nonetheless

Heads up, or off, for Bastille Day at Jules Bistro

gpoyw and noted

(spotted at 12th 10th st. and 1st ave.)

somewhere over the rainbow, way up high

[spotted at 13th st. bet. 2nd and 3rd aves.]

jean-luc godard’s le mépris (contempt), tonight at tompkins square park

[update: Tonight’ screening POSTPONED because of thunderstorm risk: NEW DATE is SATURDAY JUNE 25 at Tompkins Square Park]

the situation is bleakat st. mark’s bookshop

support this independent bookshop — buy a dead-tree book, literary journal, etc. — here, one of the few remaining bookshops in nyc, even if you already have and love your e-readers, and hopefully st. mark’s bookshop doesn’t vanish anytime soon

and remember, amazon may or man not have restrooms

“the web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together”

~William Shakespeare, All’s Well that Ends Well, (4.3)

(pic via bob arihood/nadie se conoce)

Jules on St. Mark’s  (photo: Tyler Hicks/The New York Times)

“The East Village is a state of mind, not a place.”

“Seventeen is a lot of St. Marks summers; stay too long and you’ll forget this place is, like summer itself, about being kind of young and stupid, parading evanescent through the night, listening to the unlistenable. Stay too long and soon enough you’re another one of whose faces in the window, looking out with a silent curse. Not to worry—they’ve got plenty would-be bohemians signed up to take your spot under the slowly moving fan.

Still, I come back, especially around now. …there’s a timelessness to the first hot night on St. Marks place.”

~ that first hot night (Mark Jacobson for NYM)

(pic via James Maher)

In honor of Bloomsday, the day when celebrated Irish author James Joyce met his future wife, Fish Bar will be screening The Commitments tonight at around 8:30ish

Save the Robots operated at 25 Avenue B—near the corner of Second Street, a notorious heroin cop spot—as a semi-legal underground club. Club kids, drag queens, and bar employees from other establishments finally off work after 4 a.m. were frequent customers.

Vintage ads for downtown clubs from the 1980s (Ephemeral New York)

more on save the robots from mr. beller’s neighborhood

Shopping for LPs in the many villages of downtown New York City

[back in 1997 when records still mattered, before gentrification]

All Sales Are Vinyl (the Atlantic)

Related: Record Stores Fight to Be Long-Playing (NYT)

“Like the Lower East Side to the south, the East Village, which extends east from Broadway to the East River and north from Houston Street to 14th street, was once a solidly working-class refuge for immigrants. In the middle part of the twentieth century, rents began to rise in Greenwich Village, sending the New York’s intelligentsia scurrying here, and by the 1960’s the East Village was at the height of its irreverent, creative and often lawless period.

Since the 1990’s, however, the area’s panoply of restaurants and bars, never mind its proximity to NYU, have ensured that rents here are almost — although not quite — as insane as those in the neighbouring West Village, and the East Village is now no longer the hotbed of dissidence and artistry it once was. You’re likely to see a pretty standard cross section of boutiques, thrift stores and record shops patronized by more tourists, students and uptowners than authentic bohemians these days, but thoughtful resistance to the status quo can still be found, and the neighbourhood is home to some of the cheapest bars and restaurants around…”

~ The Rough Guide to New York