Saturday, Jan. 13: Entertainment from apocabilly rockers Pitchfork Militia, scuzz street punks Phantom Sleeze, melodic rockers Frances Dean and the heart-on-sleeve punk anthems of Kyle Trocolla & The Strangers will ensure that you will leave the event either drunk, deaf or both.
Invasive absinthe is not difficult to grow.
Typically at this time of year I depart from my usual attempts to lighten things up, and I write a serious column. But today things seem so serious in the world, I believe it is my responsibility to try to get you to laugh. Or at least to snicker.
Sammi Niss has been an appreciated member of the Hudson Valley music scene for years now and is known for percussion work with and contributions to musical acts including Laura Stevenson, Matt Pond PA and Battle Ave. Now Niss is partnering with some other like minded musical folk to launch a regionally situated label called SubFamily Records. Niss’ debut album as a solo artist is called Words Escape and will be released this spring under the creative project name Hiding Behind Sound.
From our un-light-polluted region, binoculars pointed at the belt show it immersed in a multitude of little stars, like a swarm of fireflies.
Kingston continues to inspire me with the constant ways the old and new intersect. From Rough Draft’s opening Uptown to the continued mindful expansion of the waterfront to the influx of friendly faces from yesterday coming back around for the holidays — plus some people deciding to move back and stay when they see Kingston’s rebirth — this is a time of excitement and potential.
Male predatory behavior is due, in part, to biology. So what do we do?
I think we can all agree that the real joy of Christmas is spending time with the important people in your life. People like Jan the Xbox tech support specialist. Jan and I got a lot of quality time in this Christmas.
Despair isn’t new, and neither are the cold, and the dark, and the depredations of the ruthless during lean times. We defy these things at solstice. We talk about “Christmas cheer,” but this thing we do with the burnt-out stub of the dying year is older than Christmas, and it has always been a light in a dark place.
The experience of tearing away decades of bad design choices is familiar to anyone who owns and old house. Some day, no doubt, a future homeowner will scratch their heads at our renovations. What can I say? 2017 was a weird time.