Remember being 18? Apparently while the rest of us were sneaking warm beers from our parents’ garage, comedian Liz Miele was being profiled in the New Yorker. NBD. Now, at 25, Liz’s comedy is older and wiser but still told with the relatable ease that’s been earning her attention since

It’s been awhile since the starts have aligned for me to make it over to Madrone on Divis for one of their first-Wednesdays Comedy Happy Hours, but the jokes I do remember between the $2 PBRs and dollar-off drafts from the last one were a HILARIOUS mix of insightful stand-up

David Sedaris once said “To be broke in New York was to feel a constant, needling sense of failure, as you were regularly confronted by people who had not only more but much, much more.”  This is very true.  Due to the nature of the city you can pass by

Last Sunday, I was doing a typical Brooklyn-y thing to do by enjoying the neighborhood’s Open Studios weekend, which came to a halt shortly after walking around a man’s apartment while he created a “live soundtrack” by making odd sounds into a microphone. I was instantly struck by thoughts of

So remember seventh grade and the most awesome song on the radio and in the world at large was “Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind, even though all the lyrics minus the chorus were basically unintelligible jibberish?  But that catchy, catchy hook, man!  And truth be told, “Jumper” and “How’s

At the risk of sounding like an infomercial: Brooklyn Bowl really is so much more than a bowling alley. At traditional bowling allies, your only hope for karaoke or a dance party is singing along with Train, CCR, or whatever top 40/classic rock hits places like this deliver. But Brooklyn