• There’s been no end to Chelsea Hotel minority shareholder Marlene Krauss’ troubles lately.  Luckily she has a convenient scapegoat: the blog.  She managed to alienate one of the top hotel firms in the city, BD Hotels, and now she’s locked in Mkwinktooth arbitration that threatens to cost the hotel half a million dollars.  But don’t you know,  that’s the blog’s fault since we drew attention to Glennon Travis’ myspace page where he called himself a “St. Louis Beach Bum.”  Then, after scraping the bottom of the barrel to come up with somebody stupid enough to want to work for her, “Piccadilly” Andrew Tilley turned out to be totally incapable of managing the place, costing the hotel another half-million in salary and bonuses.  Oh, but of course he had to quit because the blog criticized his hairdo.  Now Krauss is stuck with the dimwitted duo of Tweedledum and Tweedledee “managing” the hotel, the first of whom (David Elder) had a tenant assaulted by goons paid off of the books, and the second of whom (Arnold Tamasar) evicted a 75-year-old man.  Apparently reading the blog so dazzled these dips that they became unaware of the most basic of laws. 

    And then there’s the matter of the destruction in Bob Dylan’s room.  It was apparently the blog that falsified those permit applications and neglected to get a Certificate of No Harassment,  and probably even the blog that wrote the inconvenient law that made that work illegal.  Finally, when occupancy dipped into single digits at the hotel and then hovered at around 20% for months, it was the blog’s constant cheerleading for the hotel that caused people to not want to come here.

    As for Marlene’s other business related problems, such as falling victim to Bernie Madoff’s Ponzi Scheme; being threatened with having her “Spac” company, KBL Healthcare III, de-listed by the New York Stock Exchange; and her “resignation” from the board of Summer Infant, she was probably just too preoccupied with reading the blog (it is certainly engrossing!) and working herself up into a state of constant rage over the fact that we pointed out that her father was Stanley’s plumber.

    Hey Marlene, blogs don’t bankrupt hotels; people bankrupt hotels.

  • Harvard Business School announced yesterday that former Chelsea Hotel  manager Stanley Bard will be awarded an honorary MBA for his fifty years of service to the New York hospitality and arts communities.  “It’s a no brainer,” said Associate Harvard Business School Dean Richard Cremona, “I ChelseaBards1H mean, the guy basically founded this wonderful cultural institution, and turned a profit for 50 years through thick and thin, and nobody else seems to able to run the Hotel. They’ve had a top New York hotel firm in there, and,  ironically, a Harvard MBA, and they’ve tried to manage the hotel, only to fail miserably.  We could all learn something about business from Stanley Bard.”  Mr. Cremona also added that he felt that Harvard owed New Yorkers an apology for insufficiently preparing minority shareholder and Bernie Madoff  ponzi scheme victim Marlene Krauss to deal with the realities of the hotel business. The degree will be awarded in June.  Mr. Bard will also speak at the Harvard Business School commencement exercises.   — Ed Hamilton

     

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    We hope we're not getting an "upgrade," since these people running this place now have little or no taste.  Let's all pray to the landmarking god for the swift return of our historic mailboxes.  They may not look like much, but the mailboxes together with the surrounding woodwork at the desk were one of the most picturesque and widely photographed features of the lobby. Who knows what further "improvements" tomorrow may bring.   Bring back the mailboxes and bring back the Bards while you're at it.   Arthur Nash has more photos on myspace.
    Update:  We were hoping that management was just going to repaint or refurbish the boxes in some way, but word is they have been destroyed, apparently out of spite. Plenty of people around the hotel, us included would have liked to have had them.  Tamsar and Elder no doubt knew this and so we hope this wanton act of vandalism makes Tamasar and Elder happy.

  •      Today, April 1, 2009, the case of  Daniel Peckham vs  Calogero will he heard up in Albany .  Everyone who can make it should go up to Albany and support Dan and his campaign to preserve his rent stabilized apartment against his greedy landlord Larry Tauber.  Dan Peckham, you might remember, is the heroic tenant activist who is the lone hold out in his building on West 21st St. in Chelsea.  He has Peckhamclose_2 single handedly thwarted  the plans of developer Larry Tauber to transform this rent-stabilized building into luxury condos, costing Tauber hundreds of thousands of dollars in lost revenues and legal fees while the case has slowly been making its way through the courts.  Peckham is a yoga instructor who uses his discipline to avoid the stress of his protracted battle.  Dan has also generously met with the Chelsea Hotel’s tenant activists and shared strategies for fighting greedy landlords.

         At the heart of the case is the so called “phony demolition law” whereby landlords take advantage of a provision in the law allowing them to evict tenants in order to demolish a building.  In this case Tauber is merely gut-renovating the building and trying to claim that it’s a demolition and therefore gives him the right to evict Peckham.  Peckham is joined in this case by the DHCR. This case is important because it could set a precedent and close a loop-hole that has been used to evict many NYC tenants
         Landlord Larry Tauber – surprise, surprise – is being represented by none other than the law firm of Belkin Burden who has been representing the Chelsea Hotel recently in its efforts to evict tenants.  If somebody out there travels to Albany let us know how it goes. — Ed Hamilton

  • Everybody knows that recently you've been able to get a room at the Chelsea Hotel for $89.00 a night.  We've even heard of people getting this rate for large suites. The Wall Street Journal recently ran an Campaignmoney2 article which reports: "Evidence from 2001 suggests that a short-term cyclical downturn could turn into a long-term problem because once room rates are cut, it can take years for them to get back to previous levels."  Maybe this was why in previous economic downturns Stanley Bard had the sense to convert the transient rooms to permanent rooms to ride out the recessions. Krauss and Elder's mismanagement could put the Chelsea in the red for years to come.  They'll be gone and the Hotel will still be suffering.  Other hoteliers should be concerned about Krauss's mismanagement as well since the article goes on to say, "The downturn in the global hotel industry could be deeper and more prolonged than expected if hotel companies continue slashing room rates." — Ed Hamilton  (photo source)

  • The inimitable hotelier Stanley Bard provided a place where dozens of truely original and iconclastic artists of the Sixties could challenge the status quo. And in so doing, Stanley came closest in this period to fulfilling the ideals of the 19th Century utopian socialist Charles Fourier, whose philosophy inspired the hotel in the first place.  Historian Sherill Tippins, author of the upcoming Dream Palace, covers a lot of ground here in bringing us up through a turbulent decade of activism at the Chelsea. 

    Through the late 1950s and early 1960s, Chelsea resident Harry Smith's Anthology of Folk Music touched a forgotten chord in the consciousness of American listeners, reminding them of who they were before the dividing wall of enormous wealth descended on American society–and thus sparked the folk-music tradition that had once inspired Elizabeth Gurley Flynn and the I.W.W. movement and now laid the groundwork for the civil rights movements and anti-war protests of the 1960s.  Smith's brilliant, hand-painted films and meticulous artwork spurred the liberating underground film community forward, and his encouragement and recording of the poet-comprised rock band, The Fugs, used satire and comedy to undermine the complacency and ignorance of mainstream America.  As Smith's multimedia film-art-and-music experiments developed into multimedia happenings at the Cinematheque, which in turn evolved into such explosive experiments as the Velvet Underground's Exploding Plastic Inevitable events and Warhol's Chelsea Girls, New Yorkers found a way to recover their own true identities and lives from the delusional value system of the larger society–to break the hold placed on them by mainstream media and the pressures of business and governmental control.

    Other Chelsea residents and guests contributed to this effort in other ways.  William Burroughs' "cut-ups"–phrases and words cut out of such mainstream publications as Time and Life, rearranged to create an often revelatory new message–undermined the power of traditional media just as Warhol's films called into question the assumptions and machinery supporting the Hollywood system. Terry Southern attacked the status quo through satire in Candy and Dr. Strangelove. Larry Rivers shocked the art world with nude portraits of his mother-in-law, Birdie, and his "pornographic" sculpture, "Lampman Loves It" (title contributed by Terry Southern).  Maurice Girodias published "forbidden" books despite constant efforts at censorship. Timothy Leary passed out hallucinogens in his effort to enable individuals to access their own true selves without having to rely on psychiatrists or other intermediaries. Janis Joplin, the Grateful Dead, and other rock musicians drew on the musical roots and ideas supplied by Harry Smith to create a new, genuinely American musical tradition. Allen Ginsberg moved from Harry Smith to Bob Dylan to William Burroughs to Timothy Leary to Larry Rivers to Abbie Hoffman to Stanley Bard, spreading the "pollen" of guerrilla-warfare tactics and ideas from one group to another in an effort to resist the power of wealth, self-interest, and government control.

    During the Sixties, Chelsea residents showed the world how individuals could fight the system, and how artists could use their words, images, music, and theatrical techniques to create social change.  At the same time–even as the ideas of the utopian philosopher Charles Fourier were enjoying a renaissance in 1960s Paris–the Chelsea under young Stanley Bard's care more closely resembled that utopian ideal than at any other time in its history.  The Chelsea truly had become a haven for every kind of individual, in which creative work was encouraged and facilitated to the point at which resident artists could realize their responsibility to help move society forward. If some aspects of building maintenance were neglected in the chaos of this never-equaled intensity of creative living, at least the Chelsea's original intent was finally being realized to the extent possible within the larger culture that surrounded it.  Thus, Stanley–often chided and sometimes even ridiculed by neighboring businessmen, some reporters, and even his own partners on occasion–became one of the guerrilla warriors helping in the fight to fight the co-opting of American energy and talent by the mainstream powers.

    Without these individuals' efforts, the American voice that had nearly died in the Gilded Age, struggled through the Roaring Twenties, and flourished during the Depression thanks to WPA subsidies, might have finally been crushed beneath the sheer weight of the triumphant, mainstream American Century.  As it was, these much-reviled artists laid the groundwork for more direct political activism aimed at combating racism and at ending the war in Vietnam.  In those efforts, Chelsea residents would play a major role as well.

     

  • It was the first showing of this film “outside the laboratory” according to the presenter, which makes me pretty lucky, I guess, since it was also my first Harry Smith film—though to gather from the conversation of the over-the-top-serious film buffs who attended Thursday’s press screening, versions of most of the images had appeared in other Smith films as well.

         #23, which consists of two rolls of film, one with a soundtrack, superimposed on each other, was discovered recently among Harry’s films in storage at the Anthology Film Archives, where he was artist-in-residence for many years.  The presenter thought it might consist of footage that didn’t end up in Harry’s famous Mahagonny; in any event it is related to that film, though one of the film buffs said that some of the footage (such as shots of a carpet and various patterns formed out of powered pigment used as background) probably dated to the forties.

         The film itself is a beautiful piece of work, and seems to tell the tale of all humanity, from birth (a young couple superimposed over a matronly woman with her crotch nearly exposed) to death (the black waters of the pond in central park, a supine figure on the Chelsea Hotel roof) as Fate, in the form of a girl demonstrating string figures, weaves her web.  There are several striking images in the film, especially toward the end, including the string-figure girl, attired in black, super-imposed on the waters of the pond, so that only the string, forever reforming itself, is clearly visible; finally, red roses are superimposed on the image of the girl.

         So, in other words, it’s worth seeing.  I don’t know how it stands up to Harry’s other work (obviously), but since this is the only thing showing at the present, go see it.  The soundtrack, one of the film buffs claimed (gee, I’m relying on these guys a lot, aren’t I), was by Johnny Johnson from the 30s with Burgess Meredith reading various WWII-related statements over the music. (UPDATE -  A reader writes: Johnny Johnson is not a composer, but the name of a musical work by Kurt Weill, who composed Mahagonny as well.)

    Of interest to Chelsea Hotel aficionados: the film has #23 some footage of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe, and also of Naomi Levine, a Chelsea character whom old residents may remember.  Rosebud Petit, Harry’s “spiritual wife” also may have appeared, though no one was quite sure if it was her or not.   There’s also a scene at the end of the film that’s shot on the Chelsea Hotel roof (now sadly under assault by minority shareholders who want to put a club up there), apparently shot some time in the late sixties or early seventies to judge by the appearance of the actors.

    [Harry Smith’s #23 is being shown as part of the Anthology Film Archives screening of Chelsea Hotel related films.  #23 will be shown Friday, April 10 at 7:00, Saturday, April 11 at 5:30 and Sunday, April 12 at 9:00]

  • Inspired by historian Sherill Tippin's efforts to identify a flower, a motto and a philosopher for the Chelsea 028saintcyrilMethodius Hotel frequent Chelsea Hotel blog commenter Rob from Australia set out to find a Patron Saint for the Chelsea Hotel in her time of crisis.  He writes:

    As promised, I've researched my Saints and found who I think is best as Patron Saint of the Chelsea.  Saint Methodius is dedicated, according to Butler's Lives of the Saints, to 'cherishing art'.  He was persecuted and engaged in civil disobedience in the name of protecting the sacred art of his time.  If you look up 'Lives of the Saints' at google books his feast day, and therefore listing, is June 14 [Boy George's birthday!?!]. Google 'Lives of the Saints Methodius' to lead you to the entry and see if he fits.  I'll be interested in what you think.
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    It seems that Robert chose well afterall since St. Methodius baptized the King of the Bohemians! 

    (Sts. Cyril and Methodius) 

  • Many Chelsea Hotel residents have brought our attention to Natasha Richardson’s fine acting role in Chelsea Walls.  She was also a friend to many residents of the Chelsea Hotel .  The  Chelsea Hotel community is saddened by the loss of one of its members. 

  • Barry Divola’s article on the Chelsea Hotel has just come out in the April 2009 Australian Rolling Stone.  Though a bit dated due to the long lead time of the magazine, it’s nevertheless a very balanced, well Cover_april researched, and revealing read.  The most interesting bit of information, given the tragic ongoing destruction of the 125-year-old rooftop gardens, comes from former manager Andrew Tilley, who details his plans for the hotel as he takes Divola on a tour of the building:

     . . .from the luggage storage area behind the front desk (“imagine the potential for this as a hotel bar”) to the roof area dotted with random flower beds and mismatched patio furniture (“Look at that view—I’d love a rooftop bar here”).

    So there you have it folks, in Tilley’s own words.  I’m sure minority shareholder Marlene Krauss is on the phone with Tilley right about now, her eyes bugging out as she screams something unprintable and threatens to take back his bonus for spilling the beans on this.

    Tilley also reveals that he thought Marlene was crazy to ask him to manage the Chelsea and that, “If there wasn’t a renovation taking place, I wouldn’t be here.” So this gives us a further clue as to why he left: there was no point in staying if he couldn’t renovate the place. Given this, one wonders why he wasn’t more careful to obtain the permits and the Certificate of No Harassment necessary for legal construction to begin.

    “I want to have the residents input and involvement,” Tilley says, “but at the moment they hang paintings wherever they want, and that has to change.”  Say goodbye, in other words, to the Chelsea’s famous spirit of freedom and wacky, anything-goes merriment.  –  Ed Hamilton 
    (Note: The article is not available online yet, but Divola express mailed us a copy of the magazine.)

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