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Monday, August 31, 2009

The Ronettes - Be my baby

If you've never heard of Ellie Greenwich, you definitely heard some of her songs. "Chapel of Love?" "Be My Baby?" "Leader of the Pack"? "Hanky Panky"? She wrote these and other hits and defined pop music for a generation.

She died last week of a heart attack (her age was not disclosed). A Brooklyn native who songs had the earthy sexiness of her native city, Ellie Greenwich's music will live forever.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Back

Mr NYC has packed up his fishing pole and swimming trunks and returned to civilization. I feel great. All of the usual stresses and nervousness have been wrung out and replaced by a Zen-like calm. Now the fall and its attendant challenges and joys await. Back to work.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Outta Town

Mr NYC will be taking a respite for a 'lil bit, going someplace where there's less traffic and more trees. So no updates for the next week or so -- unless I get my hands on a 'puter and have something brilliant to say (which would be a first). Until then ...

New York: From Dusk till Dawn

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The NYC Teenager

What Happened to the NYC Teenager?

Well, a lot of them went on reality TV. Or they stopped being teenagers. They got older, went to work, gained weight, lost hair, and developed ulcers.

NYC may be the greatest city in the world but being a teenager anywhere, anytime is the worst.

NY No Longer has a Lt. Governor

The State Appeals court has ruled Governor Paterson's appointment of Richard Ravitch as Lieutenant Governor was illegal. So now we don't have a tie-breaker for the State Senate which puts it in danger of more coup hi jinks. Let's hope this doesn't happen again.

That said, I agree with this decision. Lieutenant Governors or Vice-Presidents or whoever is first in-line to take over any elected job needs to be an elected official as well. Either that, or the appointed #2 needs to be confirmed by the legislature. So this was the right move by the court even though I totally sympathize with Governor Paterson's move. Let's wish him luck.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Eating in the Clouds


With the opening of the Highline, NYC now has its first park in the sky. But according to this in-depth article in the New York Observer, "skyscraper restaurants" that look literally look down on the town are withering away.

The Rainbow Room is closed and is having trouble finding a buyer. Other such restaurants are falling on hard times (what isn't these days?). The most popular of these eateries remains the one that revolves at the top of the Marriott Marquis hotel in Times Square. The views sound great but I've never known anyone who's gone there -- or wanted to -- and it's supposed to be not only tacky but something of a culinary graveyard. Considering it's at the top of a hotel, what can you expect?

Obviously the most tragic of the city's sky-high restaurants is Windows on the World that was atop the World Trade Centers and came crashing down with it. I went there once for a party about ten years ago and the views were stunning but the food ... eh. Still, we all wish it was still there.

I haven't been to that many "elevated" restaurants in NYC but I did go to one recently and it's the fantastic. Interestingly, it's far away from midtown and doesn't attract a tourist crowd. It's called Terrace in the Sky and is located on 119th street between Morningside Drive and Amsterdam Avenue. It attracts a lot of people associated with nearby Columbia University and it not only has gorgeous views of Manhattan but also really great food.

The Terrace is a particularly great place in the summertime as you eat in twilight, watching the sun going down over the city and then seeing the glittering lights of Gotham coming alive. Along with a great meal, this place makes for a magical night.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Bloomberg and the Naked Cowboy

They're both running for mayor. And this week's New Yorker has interesting profiles of them.

First, the Bloomberg profile is a very long, very insightful expose of how this odd-ball billionaire wields power in NYC. On the one hand the profile is glowing; on the other hand, it's quite damning.

In short: Bloomberg's money and connections have benefited New York City's schools, health, parks, and quality of life immensely. He obviously can't be bought and that has kept our city government relatively scandal-free. Considering everything that's going down in New Jersey at the moment, this is something of a miracle.

The problems: Bloomberg's policies have helped the wealthy and developers more than the middle class. He's detached from the problems of ordinary New Yorkers and doesn't seem to care. And even though he can't be bought, his money means he can buy (and buy-off) other people, including his political competition. This has made him a virtual dictator, an inverse of the corrupting influence of money in politics, and basically making Bloomberg, as the richest and most powerful man in town, a modern day Medici. Ouch.

Second, the Naked Cowboy. It's actually a short, as-told-to piece by the father of the Naked Cowboy who lives in Ohio. He tells the story of how his weird, wayward son came to NYC and became the city's third most popular tourist attraction! WTF?

As Cindy Adams would say: Only in New York, kids. Only in New York.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Review: "Pickup On South Street" (1953)

This week Quentin Tarantino has a new movie coming out called Inglorious Basterds. I can't wait to see it -- it looks looks "ingloriously" over-the-top and entertaining.
Tarantino has always said that one of his favorite directors -- and biggest influences -- is Sam Fuller, who directed lots of movies and TV shows from the late 1940s until the mid-1990s. One of his very best movies, and one of the greatest New York City noir films ever made, is Pick Up on South Street from 1953.
Richard Widmark stars a petty criminal who, one morning on the subway, stealthily robs the handbag of a beautiful, troubled woman played by Jean Peters. What he steals turns out to be a lot more valuable than money -- it's a message for Communist spies. Now this thug has got both the cops and Commie agents coming after him, and he's in a world of hurt. Of course he ends up falling for the dame he robs, so besides the law and the Reds, he's also got woman trouble!
They just don't make movies like this anymore. Richard Widmark is so classy, so smart, so fast-talking and smooth, you just can't help rooting for him (he even wears a button down shirt and tie throughout the movie!). When he's not out robbing and conning, he lives in a small shack on the pier off South Street, where he keeps his beer in a pale that he lowers into and raises out of the water. Jean Peters is your classic noir femme fetale, a Barbara Stanwyck/Joan Crawford type, the kind of broad who men give up their lives for. The supporting actors are all wonderfully creepy and dimensional, especially Thelma Ritter who got an Oscar nomination for her performance.
And the NYC of this movie is like a living picture book. This is the New York City of your dreams, in black and white, of smart men and even smarter women, of crazy Jazz and automats, of flashing neon lights, of Studebakers and elevated subway lines, where no matter how sleazy a person was, they were always classily dressed. The South Street of the early 1950s is totally different than today. Back then, there weren't the giant glass office buildings or Battery Park. Instead, it was a shanty town of fishing shacks where even a lowlife could find a place to hang his hat (literally).
Best of all, this movie is fast-moving and short. It's pulpy-noirish feel is just thrillling, and you can understand how it would influence such a huge movie geek like Tarantino. So put Pick Up on South Street on your Netflix queue and go back to the New York of dreams.

Studio 360

Last year Kurt Andersen, host of the radio show Studio 360, did a great short interview for this blog. As always, he was and is one of the smartest and most articulate social critics around.

You really must listen to Studio 360 as often as you can, it's one of the best long-form interview shows on the radio -- or anywhere -- today. You can find it broadcast several times during the weekends on WNYC.


Recently Kurt rebroadcast some interviews his did about Andy Warhol as well as one with John Cale, the front-man for The Velvet Underground -- one of the greatest rock bands (and a New York band) ever. If you have the time, take a listen. You won't regret it.