Highly Selective Listings
A thoughtful, discerning, and carefully compiled list of the most notable, promising and unique musical events for the month of November in New York City.
Marionettes tug on the strings of recurrence. Petals sink invisible thorns into wood. A flickering eye shutters with the anger of metal. OBELISK is a black stone, cold as it is hot, seductive as it is repulsive, a hand opening to reveal a Pomegranate Seed.
The décor is part exposed brick, part beat-up banjos for sale. The seating is church pews, moveable in the event of square dancing. And the decorative lights above the stage have gathered dust of an endearing kind. Tucked away down Columbia Street in Red Hook, near the juncture of the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel and the BQE, the Jalopy Theatre certainly looks the part of a timeless temple of folk music.
2016 began January 10, the day David Bowie died, and concluded October 13, when Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
The past few years Ive had to write one of these years best columns, the Rail has had some compelling angle on the concept that allowed me to push past my initial misgivings, some Poundian premise to make it new that let me forget I was engaged in an arbitrary enterprise. Since weve scrapped the high-concept approach this year, Ive told myself that what I need to do is simply embrace the artificiality of the thing.
I first heard Canadian-born pianist Kris Davis play with Paradoxical Frog at the Jazz Gallery, when it was downtown. It was also the first time I heard Ingrid Laubrock. I was hooked and knew immediately they were forces to be reckoned with.
In a couple hundred years or so, when the dust settles on the American Century, we will perhaps be better able to see what was most crucial about its particular forms of power and culture.