Thanks to reader Eric E. for bringing this music video to my attention (via the previous post)...
Just stumbled upon this music video by Sade, Is It a Crime -- it has shots of the 80's Big yellow taxi cab cruising in the old Times Square, and a shot of the Show Palace Theatre and Show World Center on 42nd street and 8th avenue at the the 40 sec. mark. Enjoy.
We have been enjoying! The only downside...Well, aside from being Sade (sorry), the song lasts like seven years. The good cab stuff happens in the first few minutes, though.
As Eric E. said, Enjoy.
Friday, August 15, 2008
And now for something completely different: A note from EV Grieve
Wrapping up the end of week No. 2 over at Curbed. It has been fun, though I wish they wouldn't leave the front door open while the AC is on. Uh, in any event, here are some of the posts from there this last day or so. Thanks for reading.
14 New York Stories
More Beach Volleyball! More Beach Volleyball!
Write What You Know
Before the Boldface Names
Noted for the Record
Hello, New York
From the Department of Good News -- Katz's edition
In an entertaining and thorough post this morning on the state of egg creams, Jeremiah delivers a comforting passage after an interview with Fred Austin, co-owner of Katz's
As for those perennial whispers Katz’s might be vanishing, Fred says, “Every so often I drop the rumor we might be closing, just to boost our business, but I like this place too much. We’ll be around for a long while.”
Meanwhile, here's part of a reel for a documentary this fellow is making about Katz's. Here's more on the project.
And more...
As for those perennial whispers Katz’s might be vanishing, Fred says, “Every so often I drop the rumor we might be closing, just to boost our business, but I like this place too much. We’ll be around for a long while.”
Meanwhile, here's part of a reel for a documentary this fellow is making about Katz's. Here's more on the project.
And more...
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
Reading this week's issue of The Villager
An update on the HOWL! Festival.
Get to know the new CB3 president.
And a fucked-up crime from Downtown Express:
A Lower Manhattan man who was in a crowd that attracted mounted police on 10th Ave. at W. 28th St. at 4:50 a.m. Sun., Aug. 3, punched one of the horses, Buck, in the nose and then grabbed the reins of Buck and another horse, McQuade, endangering the cops riding them, police said. The suspect, Alfonso Figar, 20, who lives on John St., was charged with reckless endangerment and assaulting the officers who were arresting him. Figar had to be wrestled to the ground to be handcuffed, police said.
And speaking of punching horses...forgive me for this.
Get to know the new CB3 president.
And a fucked-up crime from Downtown Express:
A Lower Manhattan man who was in a crowd that attracted mounted police on 10th Ave. at W. 28th St. at 4:50 a.m. Sun., Aug. 3, punched one of the horses, Buck, in the nose and then grabbed the reins of Buck and another horse, McQuade, endangering the cops riding them, police said. The suspect, Alfonso Figar, 20, who lives on John St., was charged with reckless endangerment and assaulting the officers who were arresting him. Figar had to be wrestled to the ground to be handcuffed, police said.
And speaking of punching horses...forgive me for this.
Blowing smoke in Times Square, and other delights from 1964
Home Movie taken (by Castlemainer) in New York in 1964 on standard 8 film & transfered using a Workprinter XP from Moviestuff.
Things that are kind of creepy
Naked, armless mannequins. On Nassau Street.
The headless bride-and-groom bags at Duane Reade.
The headless bride-and-groom bags at Duane Reade.
The moving company that will pack your kid... on Gold Street.
These T-shirts. Yeah, and he loves your big boobs.
Me taking pictures of an R-rated Snow White passing out coupons downtown. (I never caught up to her. She gave me the slip. So to speak.)
Shopping in the East Village -- then and now
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
From the publisher: The only note that EV Grieve will post today related to this matter
Oh. Hello. The fine folks at Curbed asked me to continue my guest editing duties for a second week. I have the pleasure of being there at the same time as Kurt from Restless and our old friend Jeremiah.
Here are a few of my posts from this week:
When Babs Dines Out
Commoners Offered Access To Best 20 Pine Has To Offer
Dorm Daze on the LES
Construction Watch: Rickety Platform at 211 Pearl
Hotels Booming
On UES, There Will Be Drilling (and Noise)
Ridiculous Amenity Alert, Rental Edition
The way we were, Vasmay Lounge edition
Last month Vasmay Lounge moved rather abruptly from its digs on Houston and Suffolk to the space last occupied by the Essex Ale House on Essex and Houston. Meanwhile, all the photos that lined the front windows at Vasmay remain in place. [UPDATE: Oops! Not anymore...the photos are gone...]
Now we know why the new Mets stadium is named after a bank
I've had several posts this summer about how expensive it will be to see the Yankees or Mets in their fancy-schmancy new stadiums next season. Well, the Mets just announced their 2009 ticket prices. How bad are they? Bad enough the Post made it part of its Page 1 cover package.
No wonder it's named after a bank - Met fans are going to have to open up their safe-deposit boxes to afford seats at Citi Field next season.
The choicest seats will cost $495 - a 79 percent increase.
On the lower level, where tickets at Shea were an average of $77 to $85 - depending on the opponent, day of the week and the Mets' five-tiered pricing system - comparable seats at Citi Field will average $150 to $225.
Michael Bakal, 27, of Baldwin, LI, hanging out at Virgil's in Midtown, expressed the frustration of many a Met fan.
"It costs more to put gas in the car, or to take the train, and now it costs more to get a seat in a stadium that we paid to build," Bakal said. "It's kind of insulting to New Yorkers. Go find the money somewhere else. Give us a break, leave Joe Public alone."
Tonight in Tompkins Square Park: The Graduate
I don't really have anything to say about this. Uh, plastics? And will this be another bag-search-free evening?
Previously on EV Grieve.
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