• Monday, 8/18/14 – 10:00 PM
    Tonight you can hit catch the monthly “Gentrification” comedy series at Brooklyn restaurant, The Creek and the Cave.  Comedy starts at 10:00 PM.  The monthly event is hosted by Dee Marie & Tiana Miller.

    Thursday, 8/21/14 – 8:30 PM
    On Thursday, August 21, “It’s so up and coming…” Khalid Rahmaan hosts the free comedy show in almost gentrified Brooklyn, with music from DJ Mike Styles. Every 1st & 3rd Thursday of the month @ 8:30 pm.

    So you don’t feel like hitting a comedy club in Brooklyn for your dose of “gentrification art/entertainment” check out “The Landlord” a book by Kristin Hunter. It's available from the NYPL and amazon.com.
    The 1970 film classic based on the novel and directed by Hal Ashby, is on Youtube in its entirety.
    "The Landlord" is a comedy. Young Beau Bridges buys a Park Slope tenement, planning to evict the present occupants and construct a luxury home for himself.

  • Poetry readings are a decidedly mixed bag: they can be interminable snooze-fests, or, like Wednesday night’s show by the folks from Poetic People Power, exciting, engaging, and inspirational.  In the show, Closedimageseven New York area poets took on the topic of the ongoing gentrification of New York and how the increasing rent and destruction of community space is making it impossible for artists to live here anymore.

    The seven poets—Shetal Shah, Pamela Sneed, Justin Woo, Scottt Raven, Tara Bracco (who also produced and hosted), Andy Emeritz, Vaimoana Niumeitolo were all highly competent and energetic, reading poems commissioned especially for the show.  

    Shetal Shah sang/read a wonderfully evocative poem about how when she was young New York City used to hum.  She loved the grit and grime, and wandered through the city deliriously, her heart about to  
    ShetalShahforwebexplode.  But now that they’ve scrubbed the sidewalk down to sterility, she goes out looking for just a little bit of that authenticity.  She seeks out the places that still hold the magic, little corners forgotten by Starbucks.  (Please excuse the paraphrase of Shah’s poem.  I was taking notes in the dark.  The real thing is great, I assure you.)  (Image by Mark Rywelski, White | Hutch | Productions.)

    Pamela Sneed declares that “Brooklyn is the New Rwanda,” and tells us that when she gets mad about people of color being displaced from their longtime neighborhoods, she’s often told that she shouldn’t take it personally, that it’s just about money, or business, or whatever.  But, she replies, when
    PamelaSneedforwebpeople like her, lesbians and people of color, are always on the receiving end, somehow it doesn’t seem so arbitrary.  How can she help but take it personally?!

    Andy Emiritz, of Field Theory fame, provided a welcome musical interlude.  Finally, Vaimoana Niumeitolo AndyEmeritzforwebread a very funny poem about “crois-nuts,” those mutant treats which are, or should become, some sort of symbol of the banality and vapidity of the people who are taking over New York.  Have a regular doughnut at the Donut Pub on 14th St. in Chelsea, a neighborhood institution, before it goes the way of so many other great places before it.

    The readings of the various poets were informed by a sense of urgency because, in addition to the
    pressures that all creative people face in their struggle to stay true to their own individual visions in a rapidly transforming city, their group, Poetic People Power, which has been presenting political poetry for 12 years, recently lost its funding and was only able to put on this year’s show due to a fortuitous, last minute donation from a private source.  Even worse, the venue, Theatre 80 on St. Mark’s Place, a family business that’s been in the building since 1963, may soon be in imminent danger.  Both recent mayors—Bloomberg and Di Blasio—raised the building’s property taxes, which climbed in recent years from $50,000 to $130,000 a year.  Needless to say, if places like this go, then so does the theatre scene.

    Far from simply bemoaning the situation, Poetic People’s Power does indeed seek solutions to the problems it poses.  In response to a show about the water crisis in a previous year, producer Tara Bracco co-founded the Project Solution, which funds infrastructure projects in 11 developing countries.  Bracco TaraBraccoforwebalso put in a plug for Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, and I’d like to second that: it’s a great website documenting the ongoing decimation of old New York.  Hopefully Jeremiah won’t be covering the demise of Theatre 80 anytime soon.  Hopefully, too, Poetic People Power will be around for another show next year—perhaps about the triumph of art and the human spirit over the obscene greed of capitalism!  As Andy Emeritz (once again, in my blind-as-a-bat paraphrase) says: The stream of art will not be stopped.  Diversity of novel thought bubbles up from below, always making rivers, flowing from the New York underground. . . . – Ed Hamilton
    (Images by Mark Rywelski, White | Hutch | Productions.)

     

  • As Brooklyn social worker and performer Imani Henry points out, and as most of us are seeing first hand, “rents are increasing while incomes are decreasing.”  In a recent article in The Guardian, Chris Toenes, a social worker who supports Henry's program, relates an Imanihenryimageanecdote about an older man who is astonished to find out that the old African American neighborhood of Braggtown, North Carolina, has now been rechristened as “Colonial Heights”, by developers hoping to attract a more well-to-do class of residents.

    The neighborhood’s new name, of course, betrays an ominous significance.  Gentrification is completely out of hand, not only in New York and San Francisco, but in cities large and small all across the country.  Is it a vast social engineering project, or merely a confluence of many and disparate forces such as real estate speculation, privatization of resources, the weakening of unions, globalization, political corruption, etc. etc.?

    It’s hard to say.  But the important thing is to fight back on a local level in whatever small way we can.  To this end, Henry has developed a web-based art project called “Before it’s Gone—Take it Back”, to have residents document neighborhood life in Brooklyn—“weddings, backyard barbecues, quinceaneras, bar/bat mitzvahs,” etc.—and to tie it to the history of their neighborhoods.  It’s important to connect what’s happening today to the history of a place, because history is one of the main things that these developers want to expunge—or rather, to sanitize in order to present their own more palatable, squeaky-clean vanilla version of the past.  Such an whitewash makes it that much easier to ignore the cries of the working and middle class people that gentrification displaces.

                Help Imani Henry thwart the developers Orwellian intentions.  To learn more about his project, to perhaps kick in a few dollars, send a selfie, or even to be inspired to start your own local project, go to "Before it's Gone – Take it Back". — Ed Hamilton

    (Photo: New York Post – )

  • With their backs to the wall, creative artists are struggling to come to terms with the forces of gentrification that are altering their lives beyond recognition.  So, in a sense, it’s no surprise to find a playwright wrestling with this subject, which after all, touches many of them personally.  On the other hand, probably 189
    due to the complexities of the issues surrounding rent control, eviction proceedings, social engineering, city corruption, etc., there haven’t been many attempts.  That’s why Between Riverside and Crazy, a new play by the Atlantic Theatre Company, represents a real act of courage by playwright Stephen Adly Guirgis.  Handily defeating the dark, depressing nature of the subject matter, the play was hilariously funny, poignant, and infinitely enjoyable.  Clocking in at just under two hours, the time went by in a flash.  After the intermission, as an attempt is made to move the plot forward, the play becomes both less funny and less believable at the same time.  However, the first act alone is well worth the price of admission.

    The play opens in the kitchen of the rent stabilized apartment of the main character, “Pops,” an elderly retired cop played by Stephen McKinley Henderson.  Having lost his wife a year ago, Pops is in poor health, he drinks a lot, and he’s fallen prey to his middle-aged son and his son’s no-account friends, an air-headed prostitute and a drug-addled thug who live in the apartment rent-free.  Ominously, Pops has been ignoring court summonses from his landlord.  To further complicate matters, Pops’s old NYPD partner and her corrupt upper-brass fiancé arrive to try to talk Pops into accepting a settlement in his lawsuit against the city.  For Pops, it turns out, was disabled when a white cop, in an apparently racist incident, shot him in a bar eight years before.

                The actors are uniformly good, especially Stephen McKinley Henderson who, as Pops, an irascible, Fred Sanford-like old curmudgeon, ranges from mirth to righteous anger,  dominating the play seemingly effortlessly—scarcely moving from his dead wife’s wheelchair—and is a joy to behold.  Hopefully we’ll be seeing a lot more of him.  Michael Rispoli, of Sopranos fame, gave a typically fine performance.  Victor Almanzar as Oswaldo the confused drug addict, and Rosal Colon as the chipper, dippy prostitute, also excelled in their roles.

                The set, by designer Walt Spangler, is impressive: with the high ceilings, the ornate moldings, the tubular steel table and chairs, the accumulation of bric-a-brac, it really looked like an old pre-war apartment that someone had been living in for decades.  My favorite touch is the apparently authentic glass-fronted art deco kitchen cabinets.

    One of my few quibbles with the play is that, while admittedly still in previews, the plot is a bit convoluted, requiring some contortionists tricks at the end to pull all the elements together and then to tie up the loose ends.  The reasons for Pops’s eviction aren’t really well spelled out, either.  It’s suggested that he is being accused of violating the terms of his lease by harboring criminals engaged in shady enterprises—but whether this would be enough to evict an elderly, disabled former cop from a rent stabilized apartment that he had occupied for three decades, is open to debate.  There’s also a few vague hints that the police, who want Pops to settle his lawsuit, may be colluding with the landlord in some way.  And maybe that happens sometimes.  But they’d also have to fix things with the courts and the various housing agencies.  The logic of gentrification and eviction sometimes seems so arbitrary, so unfair, and so counterproductive and absurd that, for anyone not well up on the issues, it probably does just seem like it’s all controlled by the fiat of “The City”—or by some vast conspiracy of corrupt politicians and greedy developers.

    In any event, everyone who cares about the state of our nation’s great cities, and in particular New York, should see this play, if for no other reason than to laugh in order to keep from crying.  – Ed Hamilton

    Opening July 31, 2014.

    Limited Engagement through August 16, 2014

    Atlantic Theater Company at the Linda Gross Theater (336 West 20th Street)

  • In May, Brett Whietely’s “Tahiti” was auctioned by the Chelsea 23rd Street Corporation, the former owner of the Chelsea Hotel.   It will be reoffered for sale in Melbourne in July.  According to The Sydney Morning AP_whiteley_lw-20140628185515571214-620x349Herald,  "…Paul Gauguin on the Eve of His Attempted Suicide, Tahiti, has been shown in public only once, during an exhibition in New York’s Marlborough Gallery in 1968. Like many other works produced by Whiteley during his time in New York, it never left the US. His other works painted at the Chelsea include two portraits of Dylan (one of which is missing)."

    Well, there is that other matter regarding the two Brett Whietely’s that hung for many years over the desk in the lobby.  “Tahiti,” as far as we know, never hung in the Chelsea Hotel instead it appears it was part of a private collection. 

    Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/brett-whiteley-painting-used-to-pay-rent-at-chelsea-hotel-up-for-sale-20140628-zspbf.html#ixzz368Lrwbcb

    Photo:Jason South

  • Stanley Bard and his wife Phyllis celebrated Stanley's 80th birthday in style earlier this month by dining at El Quijote. Stanley said that one of his all time favorite dishes was El Quijote's Chicken Villeroy, but he ordered something different just to change it up on this particular occasion, looked like the Fish in Green Sauce to me, another yummy dish. Phyllis also recommends the baked chicken.  "It's the best in town," she said.  Here's to Stanley celebrating many more birthday's to come in El Quijote.  The famous off-key pink guerrilla was no where in sight

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    (photo by Rita Barros) 

  • Sadly, we have learned that Stormé Delarverié, a long-time Chelsea Hotel resident and icon of the LGBT community passed away yesterday.  Stormé had been living at the CABS Nursing Home in Brooklyn since October 2010.   UPDATE – The funeral service for Storme will be held Thursday, May 29 at the Greenwich Village Funeral Home from 7 – 9 pm.

    Despite health issues in recent years, Stormé continued to remain active in the gay and lesbian Jewelboxstormecentercommunity.  She could be seen proudly waving from the Stonewall Veteran Association’s Cadillac during the Gay Pride Parade held each June in Manhattan. 

    In 2006, Stormé participated as a speaker in "Kings and Queens of New York City: A Drag Summit".

     On June 7, 2012, Brooklyn Pride, Inc. honored Stormé at the Brooklyn Society for Ethical Culture, citing her ground breaking work as a drag performer in the Jewel Box Revue an early racially integrated traveling gay drag show.  And just last month she was honored, along with Edie Windsor, by the Brooklyn Pride Community. 

    Born on Christmas Eve, 1920, in New Orleans, Stormé worked professionally as a drag king and torch singer.  Pictures of her in drag show her to be suave and handsome; uncompromisingly androgynous. In the forties through the sixties she was the emcee—or, better yet, the ringmaster–for the Jewel Box Revue, a traveling gay drag show, the first in America to be integrated.  Playing to mixed race, as well as mixed gay and straight, audiences, the revue gained mainstream acceptance in larger cities around the country.  In this context, Stormé was the subject of the 1987 film, Stormé: The Lady of the Jewel Box.  Produced by DC filmmaker Michelle Parkerson, the movie emphasized Stormé’s appropriation of male symbols of power, such as suits and ties, in furtherance of the gay rights struggle.  [And, as Stormé once told me, “I’ve got a story, I chopped off my hair, put on men’s clothes, and joined the Jewel Box Review!” ]            

    But Stormé’s real claim to fame is that she’s the person who threw the first punch at Stonewall, the rebellion (named for the bar) on Christopher Street that gave birth to the gay rights movement.  Prior to Stonewall, gay people were subject to arrest, pretty much arbitrarily, for such offenses as kissing or holding hands in public, or for dressing in the clothes of the opposite sex.  The police staged raids on gay bars at unpredictable times, arresting whoever they pleased.  The night of June 27, 1969, was seemingly like any other, with one exception: earlier that evening the city had mourned the passing of gay icon Judy Garland in a funeral attended by twenty-two thousand people.  Whether this had anything to do with what happened next is open to speculation, but this time, when the police raided the Stonewall Bar in the early hours of June 28th, they soon found that the gay people had had enough and were ready to fight back—in particular one formidable drag king.

                I doubt that Stormé went there that night looking for trouble, but she wasn’t going to run from it either.  When a plain-clothed policeman punched her outside the bar, she retaliated, slugging him in the jaw.  When asked what the policeman did next, Stormé, in an interview for the gay TV news magazine, In The Life, replied, with characteristic terseness, “He was on the ground. Out.” — (Excerpt From Legends of the Chelsea Hotel.)

    In later years Stormé worked as a bouncer at the Henrietta Hudson bar.  She also acted as an informal security guard at the Chelsea Hotel making sure the lobby was cleared of riff raff late at night.  And, she enjoyed spending evenings with good friends at the nearby restaurant East of Eighth.  When the hotel was taken over by developers in 2007, Stormé, though nearly 90 years of age, still understood exactly what was happening and never wavered from her opposition to the people who were trying to evict us from our beloved Chelsea Hotel. Stormé was a real original, a true Chelsea Hotel artist who was always willing to lend a helping hand to others.  She was one of the sweetest people you’d ever meet, although you didn’t want to get on her bad side.  There won’t be another like Stormé.  She will be missed.

  • Dear friends,

    We are three independent writers and filmmakers shooting an independent documentary about the Chelsea Hotel, El Quijote restaurant and, in general, the past, present and future of these two cultural institutions of NYC.

    So far we have interviewed many personalities related to the hotel: past and present tenants, cultural analysts, writers, artists, etc. So in order to better illustrate all these testimonials, we are going to need all kind of images for the movie.

    If you have photographs, videos, etc. of the hotel, whether professional or amateur, beautiful or ugly, ancient or modern, from the lobby, front desk, stairs, the art that was hanging on the walls, etc., etc., it would be fantastic if you want to share them with us.

    Unfortunately our budget is ridiculous, and we cannot pay for them, but we assure you that your name will appear in the credits of the film as a collaborator and the pictures will be properly credited. And, needless to say, your generous help will be of great importance to this love letter that we are devoting to one the most iconic places for the literature, music, acting, etc.,of the last century.

    As for the technical aspects, the ideal is that the photos are large (200-300 dpi and 2,500 px of size). However, in case they are smaller, we could consider them to be included. If you have the pictures in paper, we could work out how to scan them.

    For any questions and also for sending images, videos, etc., you can write us to: chelseamovie@gmail.com

    Thanks a lot,

    Julio Valdeón & Iván Córdoba & Javier Rioyo.