Sophie lives in BK, works, writes, plays music, DJs, puts on shows and uses twitter.
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Scrape your knee, it's only skin.
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I live in one of the two loft buildings known as “McKibbin.” Someone came and filmed a student documentary about it. It’s pretty cute and pretty funny if you live here or have at least been in the building. And it stars my roommate Molly! (She was the only one home that day.)
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Non-fiction
2010: I hear Robyn’s “Dancing On My Own” for the first time. I move to New York to take a low paying internship and live in a shitty basement in Bed Stuy.
2011: While watching Robyn videos I decide to bleach my hair. I actually take a picture of Robyn to the hair salon to show them what I want.
2012: The song “Dancing On My Own” appears on an episode of the HBO show Girls, written,directed and starring Lena Dunham, about being a young broke writer in Brooklyn. Lena Dunham is offered a $3.4 million dollar book deal.
2013: I quit my job and officially qualify as a young broke writer in Brooklyn. Lena Dunham comes to one of a series of Robyn-themed parties my band throws (last night), leaves approximately when I get there, I don’t see her. Right after I leave someone punches through the window and party is shut down. Brooklyn media outlet writes article on Lena Dunham attending Robyn themed party which was later shut down.
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I saw a street called Myrtle Avenue,” Miller wrote, “which runs from Borough Hall to Fresh Pond Road, and down this street no saint ever walked (else it would have crumbled), down this street no miracle ever passed, nor any poet, nor any species of human genius, nor did any flower ever grow there, nor did the sun strike it squarely, nor did the rain ever wash it… Dear reader, you must see Myrtle Avenue before you die, if only to realize how far into the future Dante saw.
Henry Miller, Brooklyn Hater : The New Yorker (via markrichardson)
THIS IS AMAZING. I used to say that looking down Broadway from the corner of Myrtle & Broadway (where I lived for a year and a half) was like looking into hell.
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Two nights ago I went to a show. I’d been feeling overly stressed and anxious for days, for a lot of reasons, and the day before I told my friend I needed to go to a punk show, get drunk, and shove people the best of my limited ability. It turned out there was a great line up at a venue I love the next day, so we were super excited.
The show was fun, though the audience was noticeably male-dominated. One of the bands playing was female-fronted Hunters, who I’d seen earlier this year and was blown away by their stage presence. They killed it again, and inspired my friend and I to excitedly plan a future experimental girl group, possibly to be called The Nuva Rings. Their lead singer has cotton candy colored hair, and scream-sings while throwing herself around the stage in a violent but calculated blur of energy. My friend and I both had the same reaction - we wanted to be her. Now that I’m in a band, I get particularly inspired seeing other musicians who totally commit themselves to their performances with seemingly no self-doubt or fear of judgement. I study what they do and try to picture myself performing like them. I want so much to lose self-consciousness, at least when I’m on stage, and to radiate confidence.
The headliners were an up and coming punk band who have gotten some buzz this year. They were good - I can see why they’re getting popular. At this point in the show it was mostly guys in the front. My friend and I braved the (pretty wimpy) mosh pit as best we could. I had fun. At the end of their set they started thanking the opening bands, but when they got to Hunters, all they said was something like “and thanks to Hunters, damn, that singer is sexy.”
I got really mad. I couldn’t shake it off. I wanted to punch someone. I felt violated by the comment, suddenly reduced to an “other” with all the other women in the room. My friend (also a woman) and I were clearly not who the band we’d just been bruised to see thought of as their audience. Fuck that. I found Hunters’ singer and told her she was awesome. I’m probably not going to see that headlining band again.
I ended up going to another venue that night and borrowed two pens to angrily scrawl feminist graffiti in the bathroom. I was depressed, but I know things are changing. We’re going to make them.
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We designed and screen printed this poster using Kokoro & Moi’s collaborative Yo Freckles typeface for the The Silent Barn Kickstarter Rewards! G. Lucas Crane wrote the beautiful rant.
SILENT BARN LIVES!
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i hate every person who moves into a stupid condo in an otherwise dead neighborhood and then gets mad when the only thing that is going on in the neighborhood (ex: a diy live music venue) disturbs them. if you wanted peace and quiet you should have moved to fucking long island.
or park slope
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