Sex and drugs, and the looming threat of eternal damnation—all set to music—pretty much sums up “Bare,” the rock musical that explores the complicated issues of identity, peer pressure, and hormonal teen angst. The story revolves around Catholic boarding school classmates Jason (Jason Hite) and Peter (Taylor Trensch), who fall

Before the holiday season I had the privilege of escorting one of my favorite artists to the Slipper Room. It had been ages since I had A) seen burlesque and B) seen good burlesque. My friend had not been since they remodeled their location (167 Orchard Street) to now include

Most Greenpoint inhabitants might have no idea where Gem Street is. Small wonder given that it’s the shortest street in the Greenpoint/Williamsburg area. Still, even if you don’t know its precise location, you can always follow your proboscis. The tell-tale fishy odor should lead you right to the front loading

One’s experience with the Punderdome can be likened to an initial viewing of the movie Inception, in that you’re never really sure what exactly it is that you’re watching. Are you certain that you’re in a time-warped dream within a dream within a dream? Or are you just a pseudo-intellectual

Do you listen to East Village Radio? Me neither, but we both should. Because every Monday night Justin Cox and Kenan Juska drop the deepest jams you’ve ever heard. They also enjoy wolf howls. And that’s something we can all get into. They call their journey into the mysterious corners

The first time I felt like a New Yorker was subtle but significant. It happened when I went out to buy ice cream and refused, for the first time, to walk the extra two blocks to the next bodega, where the ice cream was cheaper by a dollar. Finally lulled

There are conflicting emotions that are entrenched in my heart for those snail-like days at the J-O-B. On one hand, there isn’t any work to do, which usually results in a lackluster effort of staying busy. This is a perfect opportunity to slack off. On the other hand, time moves

While some kids grow up with the city skyline in their backyard and used the streets as their playground, others live vicariously through what they see on television and read about in novels. I was once a young girl growing up in the culturally starved Midwest, thumbing through fashion magazines