Artist David Wojnarowicz died of AIDS in 1992, but his spirit was alive and well at Chelsea's P.P.O.W. Gallery last Thursday, when Joe Jagos and friends kicked off an exhibition of Wojnarowicz's work with live performances of the influential artist's poetry and music. more

For better or worse, Frankie Rose had my attention. It was New Year’s Eve 2009, and the crowd packed into Cake Shop’s narrow basement space—rockers forgoing the city’s glitzier fetes for the sure bet of a show—was sweating. Following an anticlimactic countdown (the clock in my cell phone actually hit midnight during one of the opening bands’ songs; no one cared), Rose hit the stage with her new band Frankie Rose and The Outs. more

What if you could re-live your high school experience with all the wisdom, style and orthodontic perfection of adulthood? New York’s numerous electronically aided narcissists sought to answer more

HOTEL MOTEL, A monthly party at Bushwick’s Tandem Bar, boasts a young and lively scene. The speakers blare hot ’90s jams as a willowy blonde with a bowl cut grooves over her laptop. One girl chugs liquid Vicodin as she watches others entwine sweatily on the dance floor. Someone shows me a secret lesbian handshake in which various hands and mouths combine to simulate cunnilingus. I’m pretty sure she made it up, but it’s amazing. more

The Third Annual Brooklyn Pie Contest filled Williamsburg’s K M Bar with high drama this past Saturday, when over 50 aspiring master bakers competed for a chance at culinary greatness. I arrived to find a cop car canvassing the area on behalf of a girl who’d just been mugged at gunpoint a mere block away, but, upon questioning the crowd, realized everyone was too excited about pie to care.Yet more insanity lay inside the watering hole, which was packed to its tin ceiling with be-flanneled youths so ravenous for artisanal desserts I feared they might riot. more

Who knew that 40 years after we put a man on the moon, a woman’s love hole would still be as mysterious to some as the bottom of the fucking ocean? With orgasms going missing left and right and scientists insisting there’s no such thing as the G-spot, the world’s in need of some serious sex ed. Luckily for lovers everywhere, the owners of Babeland have put out an erotic manual, the release of which they celebrated with a party at their Soho location last Thursday. more

“If you didn’t come to take your pants off, you do not belong here.” Such was the refrain Agent Alex crowed through the megaphone this past Sunday as one of the “captains” at the Bushwick kickoff to Improv Everywhere’s No Pants Subway Ride. Going for nine years running and spanning 42 cities in 15 different countries, the ride has become a cherished tradition for urbanites undeterred by those somewhat related bogeymen of cold temperatures and cruel, cruel mockery. As Alex stated through the megaphone, “It’s not a secret prank anymore... it’s a parade at this point.” Don’t tell that to the cops. more

A parade of men in various states of undress fills the stage. Some are already doing the full monty; others need coaxing. “The sooner you take your shirt off, the sooner we like you!” a slender redhead yells into the mic before leading everyone in a chant of “show us your dick or get the fuck out!” One guy gets naked and stays that way, flaccid member slapping against his balls as he gyrates with his pants around his ankles. The audience, composed mainly of women, cheers him to victory. In the Candy Rain Magazine cover dude contest, the winning quality is attitude. more

Let’s watch a video.” Bauhaus is not the first band that comes to mind when listening to Sundelles’ jangley, upbeat garage pop, but after a lengthy bike ride along Meeker Avenue to the very edge of Brooklyn and a descent into the band’s pleasantly cluttered basement apartment, that’s what bassist Davey Sarantos plays for me as he, singer/guitarist Sam Sundos and I sip vodka and pineapple juice. more

Waxing nostalgic for the good old days is as important a rite of passage for any freshly minted New Yorker as learning the subway system or ordering drugs. Luckily, things tend to change so fast that it’s not absurdly out of the question to utter such thoughts just a few years into your tenure here. (Remember those halcyon days of 2005 when you’d stumble from Misshapes to Bar 11 to Morrissey Park? Me neither.) Staunch Manhattanite Prince Terrence, along with cohorts Carol Sharks and Josh Wildman, are hoping to revisit those not-so-distant days with Circa, their new Thursday happening at the somewhat depreciated Darkroom. more