We are forever reminded of the transiency of life.
Two men came today to take away Jessica’s things. “Jessica”, my “neighbor” (I realize now “she” may have been a squatter), has been absent from my sight since giving her some “sugar” and my last, loose dollar on Flatbush a few nights ago. The men wouldn’t say, or didn’t know where she had gone, or where they were going with her stuff. I asked if I could keep her old Singer, but didn’t get a reply.
When I first met Jessica, she informed me that she’d been thinking of me. I was caught a little off guard by this, since I’d never seen her before in my life and being a 6+ foot tall black man with a penchant for perfume and pastel colors, she stood out like the preverbal sore thumb.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve always taken a walk when someone leaves from my life -pets, grandparents, even yet to be deceased boyfriends - and found a small rock to remember them by. A nasty intuitive feeling (Jessica appeared to have had a problem with drugs), made me do this today. Everything seemed to remind me of the fleeting aspect of life, of how this city, this Earth, has a habit of rolling one over into the infinite void of nothingness, as it churns upon its axis, and all we can hope is that someone will remember. Keep us alive through memory.
Holy Buffet of Insanity :: Ridgewood 1.28.12 Real Estate/Black Dice
All your preconceptions of that which should go down within a Chinese buffet can be entirely expelled, straight into the bin.
… And you may wish to take back anything averse you’ve ever uttered about Hipsters (well maybe not ALL of it) … The show thrown by a pack (or is the proper term “wolf” pack?) last night, under the lead of alpha dog, Todd P., in the K&K Super Buffet in Ridgewood was beyond words. I mean, really, is there truly any feasible way to describe being engulfed in a churning sea of bodies, set to an orgy of sound, rising and falling within the smoke and flash bulbs … and all you-can-eat rice pudding???
Yes the glasses were thick, and the cardigans Cobain-esque, but fawk, the music was solid, and there wasn’t a soul there with an agenda outside of having a good time.
The line after the first band, whoever that was, still stretched deep into the hinter-regions of the K&K parking lot. The band lineup was equally chaotic, with sub-ins, lost instruments and musicians … and when exactly did Oneohtrix Point Nevermake an appearance, if ever?
Said first band, for lack of actual name, finally went on after the wrap of one very bewildered young lady’s Quinceañera and was the heart-poured lyrical screaming of two maniacs laid over unbridled electronic noise. Interesting start to the night, setting the bar high by belting out their belligerent rants from atop the crowd or amidst a self made mosh pit.
Thick with smoke, heavy with booze, the party boat sails forth into the night.
Oh yeah, all the while this was happening next door, go figure …
Pitchfork was there with four cameras rolling (well, aren’t they on the ball). It’d be hard to not capture the sheer madness of this event, though in the end, it may be a matter of, “you just had to be there …”. But with something like a rumored 1k tickets sold @ $5 a pop, you just may have been.
We’ll see if anything like this ever happens at the K&K Buffet again. It certainly won’t take 30 minutes for these customers to be hungry for more.
A dumpling size taste …Black Dice put out a wall of sound that had the crowd rolling.
See more badly iphone recorded videos of the night on YouTube, or scope this vid of Black Diceby someone who knows what they are doing: