Alright, folks. Sadly we’re gonna have to cancel today’s Mister Sunday at the Grove. Between the wind, the rain, the chilly temps and the lack of public transit, it seems like a pretty crummy day for a party. We can’t complain too much. It’s been a great season otherwise.
Anyway, be safe today and tomorrow, and we’ll talk to you soon!!!
So we had some power issues on Sunday. We think it was all the new lights we’re using to keep the Grove illuminated as the sun goes down earlier. Or it could’ve been the four-mixer setup we had in the booth. Anyway, we think we’ve got it fixed for this week, but here’s a video of a spontaneous drum circle erupting when the lights went off last Sunday. Then Martin Luther King, Jr. Then Bob Marley. It was all good fun in the end.
video by Marshall McDonald
What a weekend. For the grand finale of our 100th party, we had Brooklyn Steppers, a super talented group of youngsters from our favorite borough in the world. They were amazing! Our friend Whitney Landa captured this quick video on her phone. Thanks for sending it over, Whitney.
Guess what. We’re pressing up some vinyl and launching Mister Saturday Night Records next month. This is a picture of the Brooklyn factory where the records are being pressed. Fantastic stuff from a new member of the family, Mister Anthony Naples. More info is coming soon…
A couple days ago, I got an email from my very good friend Andrew Nimmo. (Nimmo also happens to be the graphic designer who makes our flyers and website look so nice.) He often sends thoughtful musings on mushroom foraging in the Pacific northwest, the brilliance of the Get Money Out Of Politics movement or his fervor for a band that he’s just spent hours watching on YouTube. This email, though, was different, a sad take on a topic that’s on a lot of people’s lips right now. I haven’t heard anyone else say any of this since the news of Whitney Houston’s passing, and so, with his permission, here it is:
So I’d been pretty out of it with the latest developments of Whitney Houston’s life. The little I heard about was bizarrely awful, and addiction problems always bother me in a very personal way. I felt like I was feeding the beast by even paying attention to it.
I saw Whitney in Richmond on one of her first tours, during my “born-again” phase, at the invitation of a very musical kid who was on a similar tip. To be honest the one song I could relate to was “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.”
But I just read a piece in Salon that tapped me into what it was like to be a girl in the 80s and dig Whitney’s ballads, and it gave me new respect for her talent for just nailing a song – I went back and listened to a few of them. The other thing it reminded me of was how ballads about star-crossed love really give me the creeps, and it’s not just because they leave me limp, although that doesn’t help.