I know the summer isn’t technically over until September 22, but I’m going to go ahead and draw a line in the sand here and now.  THE BUCK STOPS HERE, as that racist bastard Harry Truman would say.  In fact, these words were carved on a sign he had in

At the risk of sounding like a jaded before my time geezer, I have not attended any of the free-for all ‘Pool Parties’ this summer. On paper they have everything I like, free music, watching people get killed execution style via dodgeball, beer, and scantily dressed youth. But since having

Tonight, yet again, South Street Seaport’s Pier 17 is the spot for dope live music.  In this week’s installment of the Seaport Music Festival  Brooklyn’s  Here We Go Magic headlines with openers Bachelorette from New Zealand. A friend of mine had been talking about them for a while and I’d