Itās no secret that the triangular parcel of land known as The Lot Radio is Brooklynās best warm-weather hang and a key hub of New York dance culture. Opened in 2013 and run by Francois Vaxelaire and Pauline La Mell, the site features a DJ booth/shipping container known to host thee most legendary producers in dance music. On any given day, you can relax in the sunshine with friends and a bottle or coffee while listening to artists, critics, record shop owners, or producers mix live on airā or, if youāre lucky, stumble onto a set from Octo Octa, Nick León, or Honey Dijon.
Baby's All Right is obviously popular, but their booking is really good -- can waltz in there any night and hear good tunes. The Lot Radio is a gem and same thing, their curation is what makes it. The Broadway is just a straight up spot
full disclosure i work with the venue but that is only because i went and loved it so much. itās perfect. some things about it: - the dance floor is an immersive art installation
- incredible bookings of up and coming artists and big names by the co-owner/operator and creative director who is herself a dj
- the sound is so good its insane. perfectly tuned and balanced
- the dance floor has some āgiveā to it so itās wicked comfy to dance on ā i never get sore
- thereās COAT HOOKS *on* the dance floor
- the drinks are delish. theres this one cocktail called āthe coffeeā it is to die for. thereās a sick happy hour but drink prices are always reasonable
- the bathrooms are made for selfies but in a genuinely cool way
- the dance floor is intimate but thereās tons of seating and tables and places to chill throughout the rest of the venue (and you can hear all the music on the same sound system)
- the service is insanely good everyone who works there is so kind
- i never once have felt awkward or out of place there itās just such a good vibe and i always make new friends thereās more but i canāt put it all in one post or iāll be here all night
since youāre in BK itās probably right around the corner from you! I recommend: 2lanes (Seen him twice), Objekt, Theo Parrish, Byron Yeates, Ron Like Hell (amazing dj), Akua, Or:la, livwutang, Physical Therapy
I adore music zines. Always loved them. I donāt mean full-on glossy magazines, though I love those, too. I mean the handmade, typewritten, toner-smeared kind made out of printer paper and staples and a burning desire to participate in a tradition of creative writing, interviewing, art-making, and whatever other form of creativity one feels like stuffing into its pages. At the moment, Iām obsessed with a few: Hallogallo, which is run out of Chicago by Kai Slater (of the bands Lifeguard and Sharp Pins) which just published its 10th issue featuring an interview with Stereolabās Laetitia Sadier; Love Injection, a long-running club culture zine by NYCās Barbie Bertisch and Paul Raffaele; and Shadow Wolf, the handiwork of Holland-based electronic artist Legowelt.
Itās rare to read sharply worded, negative reviews nowadays, and I get it. Writing (and publishing) negative criticism can feel like the most thankless, isolating work in journalism. Few writers are eager to subject themselves to torrents of internet backlash or risk access to artistsā camps, especially to further a form often said to be outmoded by the general populace. But, as many have persuasively argued, it is essentialā and perhaps now more than ever, given its diminishing presence in media.Itās been a relief lately to see younger voices like Constantly Hating (Substack), Antiart (Instagram), and Gabi Belle (Youtube) emerge in new outlets, offering sometimes clumsy but always entertaining takes. Nothing satisfies like a warranted pan backed by a well-argued thesis. It lends color and character to the author, raises stakes and standards for artists, and catalyzes necessary discourse. It also helps frustrated listeners feel seen (and see each other).
If youāve got an old iPod, CDs, CD-Rs, or other dead-format music libraries stuffed in a closet or storage somewhere, I have to recommend doing whatever is necessary to give them a new lease on life. Seriously: Order that old Dock Connector cable, buy that used Discman, or lumber around in the attic or basement for those buried boxes. I promise itās worth every bit of the cost and struggle.I recently took a stack of old hard drives to data recovery, hoping to restore decades of lost photos and writings, but instead spent more time combing the MP3 collection I thought Iād lost in a 2015 crash. All the forgotten albums, remixes, bootlegs, DJ edits, and Soundcloud rips were like accessing an alternate mode of music discovery from an earlier version of myself: Oneohtrix Point Neverās Eccojams and early Games cassettes, DJ Sprinklesā Midtown 120 Blues, Blawanās āWhy They Hide Their Bodies Under My Garage,ā Death Gripsā Exmilitary, and innumerable reggae singles, bloghouse remixes, and techno twelves are back from the grave (and loving it!), co-existing alongside years of Bandcamp purchases.