Saturday, Sept. 22: When this competition is decided, one filmmaker and one screenwriter will be given the opportunity to partner with Studiofest to create a debut feature film, with a $30,000-to-$50,000 budget.
Friday, Sept. 28: The band preaches a vision of something like collectivism without a trace of prescriptive hippie ideology.
As we headed outside, summer temperatures and a rain-free day meant that none of us had shoes on. Suddenly I channeled John McLane, the lead character in Die Hard, who performed most of the movie with bare feet, including the brutal scene where he walks on broken glass. “Hey!” I shouted to my family. “Take your shoes!”
Saturday, Sept. 29: A quarter-century has passed since Mary Anne and Richard Erickson opened the original Blue Mountain Bistro in Woodstock, and now they’ve got a cookbook out, drawing on all this experience: Feel Good Food: Recipes from the Hudson Valley’s Blue Mountain Bistro-to-Go.
Already she has 20 pairs of them completed, including such luminaries as Chuck Close, Mary Frank, Robert Indiana, Jasper Johns, Maya Lin, Judy Pfaff , Martin Puryear, Ursula Von Rydingsvard and Kiki Smith.
Few people have combined crunch and sweetness is a more agreeable way than Evan Dando, who performs at the Old Dutch Church on Saturday, October 6 at 9:30 p.m. Also, on Saturday, the Comedy Resistance presents the legendary comedian and actress Janeane Garofalo in performance in the huge back room at BSP at 323 Wall Street
It’s not easy starting and growing an organization, particularly when the work is all volunteer and the mission embraces an entire city.
When the world-famous Shanghai Quartet performed at the Maverick concert series this summer, they played their encore on string instruments created by Woodstock craftsman David Wiebe.
Sunday, Sept. 23: This event is free for people of color. General admission costs $10.79. It’s explicitly billed as a measure of reparation. Why reparations? The event promoters quote Ta-Nehisi Coates: “Two hundred fifty years of slavery. Ninety years of Jim Crow. Sixty years of separate but equal. Thirty-five years of racist housing policy. Until we reckon with our compounding moral debts, America will never be whole.”
We clicked instantly. We laughed so much, like the time I sat down to rest against a wall during a beer festival, happily digesting my bratwurst, the now-empty paper plate by my side. A few people walked by me, said something that sounded kind even in German, bent down and threw some coins on my plate. I was puzzled. When Michi returned from getting us some soda (wink), I shared my confusion about what happened. She burst out laughing, gasping out, “They think you’re a bum!”