Citizen Brooklyn

…when doing impersonations of celebrities, you either have to commit, or do your own thing.

If a tragedy occurs and no one hears it, does it make a sound?

We wrote about them a while ago. The situation has gotten worse. Let’s not forget.

Night Four, the final frontier. David First is poker-faced solo noise Buddha, Maquina Supervium cries with ancient steel sounds, Billy Roids finishes his native cave painting, Dead_Beat_Dad grabs a Rad in the VIP section, Ancient Sky calls to the heavens, flying through space, Public Speaking channels spirits in ritual fashion, and Mrs. Adam Schatz sings himself into a coma, always, always, always…

The lights of the Williamsburg Bridge started flying at me in this motherfucker of a Pink Floyd slide show narrated by my own thoughts.

Collar dripping, hand-made wooden sunglasses, fluorescent makeup, and indigenous figures of ancient tribes transport you to an abstract and futuristic universe. A world created by a three year old child, where energies and colors mix. There is the feeling that we are in an universe where it is best to leave behind the futile and look ahead to the struggle of the world to come, with the strength of the world that was.

…if you’re careful, you can navigate your way through a venereal disease and a stomach virus to have an enjoyable meal here.

Night Two, electric symphony. Hooray for Earth brings crystalsbup from the soil, Cat Martino is one woman choir with incredible shoes, Salt Cathedral are dancing shadow minions calling out
from the dark, Lemonade feels the love, j.viewz inspires dancing and hugs (but someone gets left out), and A Bunch of Dead People is the devil who steals the show in a sharp suite.

…this is the moment I realized that narrowly escaping death is one of the most exhilarating feelings on Earth.

They’re all just captured moments in essence.

The matinée. A musical triptych at the Greenpointers Market. Viento blows in with gypsy vibes, Miz gets loopy, and Backwords feels warm surrounded by wood. Hard to find, but the people seemed to dig it. The empanadas were good, but overpriced… Or so I heard.

…senselessly, begging, to have more to beg for.