Archive for August 2010
not to harsh anyone’s buzz… but…
Note: If you are the owner of one of the subjects of this posting … you are in mortal and existential danger docking at the illegal location you have chosen. Sorry to call you out, but you’re going to get hurt, sick, or both.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At Newtown Creek, just before the Pulaski Bridge, the foundations of the Vernon Avenue Bridge are observed. On the Queens side, its is found at Vernon Avenue -quite obviously-, which was once joined to Manhattan Avenue in Greenpoint by a bridge, whose official nomen was “the Vernon Avenue Bridge”.
This post is not about that long lamented span which connected the two communities, instead, we’re looking at the remaining bulkheads and an incongruous and dangerous situation that the City is allowing to exist by not enforcing its own rules.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The shot above was run in the guilty agony posting of June 30, 2010, and it walks through the landward side of the area on the Queens side. It looks directly across Newtown Creek from Vernon to Manhattan Avenue in Greenpoint, and portrays several fellows accessing those docked boats which have drawn the attentions of this- your Newtown Pentacle.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The entire scene is laid bare in the stitched panorama image above, delineating the Pulaski Bridge, and a significant proportion of the concretized Queens shoreline of the Newtown Creek is apparent. Visible in the shot are a series of small watercraft which dock at the bulkheaded shore of that malign waterway.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An enthusiast and supporter of recreational usage of the waters of New York Harbor, your humble narrator nevertheless wonders why it is that the self same city which cannot abide a ticketed passenger placing a package on the subway seat next to himself- or tolerate the riding of a bicycle on a sidewalk- or the smoking a cigarette in a city park- overlooks these boats. Probably has something to do with the proximity of Tower Town…
For a long time now, there have been boats illegally docked here. For a while, there was even a timber staircase installed, but it burned sometime during the winter of 2009. Transpose this to the familiar streets, and imagine parking a car in a traffic lane on the FDR Drive, and building a private staircase so you can get to it. What’s going on here?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This is an industrial waterway, after all, and should a tugboat and its multi ton barge misjudge the current- the results would be both tragic and utterly predictable. Also, for those of you not “in the know”… when you see one of those green DEP signs, you’re encountering what is known as a CSO- or combined sewer outfall. You’ll notice one in the shot above, near the second to last boat from the right, the one that’s tied onto the concrete barrier that’s breaking away from its fellows.
The city, however, seems to be looking the other way. Wonder how this scenario would play out if it was residents of the Queensbridge Houses docking illegally along the East River rather than the upper class from Tower Town doing it on Newtown Creek. Two sets of rules followed by the City these days, one for the rich and one for the poor.
Also, where’s the Coast Guard? I am no expert on the strategic defense of America’s coastlines, but allowing a series of undocumented small vessels to lie in wait along part of “America’s Maritime Highway” (and a frequent destination for fuel and hazardous materials barges) is the very definition of their mission and an apt candidate for “Homeland Security” attention.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The CSO’s are the real villains here at the Newtown Creek. Worry all you want about the oil spill in Greenpoint, or the Meeker Avenue Plumes, but its the CSO’s that will sicken and kill you. Every bit of infected phlegm spit into the street, each can of motor oil or antifreeze dumped into the gutter, and all the pharmaceutical residue that is pissed into the system will end up spilling out here when it rains.
Look for these green signs, and call the phone number scribed on them when you observe them vomiting forth their filth.
St. Raphael’s
Click here for the Flickr Slideshow, which I’ve just become aware, hasn’t been displaying in the usual fashion here at NP.com.
– photos by Mitch Waxman
I just happened to be passing St. Raphael’s on Greenpoint Avenue on Saturday the 14th of August, and found this splash of color illuminating the fossilized heart of this- your Newtown Pentacle.
Why I hate Ms. Heather
– photo by Mitch Waxman
God damn that genius monkey in Greenpoint, she got here before me. The brilliant, prolific, and blazing Ms. Heather of NY Shitty beat me to this location, AND, she worked the same “angle” on it that I was going to use, months before I even found the place.
If you aren’t familiar with nyshitty’s world of North Brooklyn, the incisive sartorial “eye”, that unique sense of humor- you must live in Manhattan or something.
I found this place in on Vandam Street in Blissville, while on my way to the haunting elevations of First Calvary one fine afternoon, and started shooting.
My, what a wonderful posting this will make, muttered your humble narrator to himself. He forgot about the way that Ms. Heather kicks ass, every day.
from newyorkshitty.com
If you disagree with anything I have posted, wish to correct something I might have overlooked and/or fudged; or simply want to chime in I’m all for it. In fact, I encourage this. I want this site to be a public forum where north Brooklynites and New York Shittites (if not in locality, at heart) can talk shop. Respectfully.
Terse and even downright angry is acceptable. What I will not tolerate is abuse. Be it directed at me or other commenters. In other words, if what you have in mind has an “ism” to describe it don’t bother. I won’t approve it.
The more surly and self-righteous among you might decry this as a denial of your “free speech”. It isn’t. This web site is powered by free speech. My free speech. If you have something you want to say so badly that is circumscribed by my (albeit vague) terms of use, start your own blog. It’s your right too. Go for it.
Otherwise, I look forward to hearing from you!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Brooklyn Vault Light Co., with an address?
Easy post, and it will make the lords and ladies believe my personal mythology of “omniscient and timeless wisdom” when I reveal a forgotten industrial corridor to them. Oh, how wise will I seem.
Then… I get back to Newtown Pentacle HQ here in fuligin haired Astoria and begin my researches, and discover that the thrice damned Ms. Heather presented this location- and its associated history- in a concise and attractive post well before I had even found the site.
How does she do it? Relentless, she is like an ocean- tidal, ever present, timeless.
from villagevoice.com
The accounts of Greenpoint life that make up most of New York Shitty aren’t all as negative as the name implies. “It was initially premised on the dog-shit problem in my community,” Miss Heather tells us. “I reached my breaking point one day when I was coming home from the Franklin Corner Store laden with bags of groceries. I was literally dodging dog bombs every two or three feet.”
Her first public service when she started New York Shitty in 2006 was a series of “Crap Maps” of the Brooklyn neighborhood where she’s lived for 10 years. Then, she says, “something happened I could never have anticipated: People started paying attention.”
– photo by Mitch Waxman
All I can tell you, gentle readers, is that to learn the tale of this iron lid and the meaning of its enigmatic typography- you must visit her and know her wisdom- click here.
I would also mention that I’m kind of a gigantic fan of Chez Shitty, in case you haven’t put that together yet. If you’re not- you should be.
Project Firebox 10
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Woe to the FDNY Firebox which finds itself on the surly triangular corners that swirl about Northern Blvd. This elegantly destroyed specimen languishes perilously close to Steinway Street’s transmogrification into 39th street near the Standard Motor Products Building, specifically 36th avenue and 41st street.
As a point of interest, this is the eastern extant of 36th avenue, with its western terminus obviated by the Roosevelt Island Bridge at the East River.
lively antics
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Shackled by impotent pride and stalled ambitions, your humble narrator can often be observed scuttling along area sidewalks, a strange old man identified by malign aspect and the odd omnipresence of a camera. A great dread is experienced when someone on the street perceives my phantasmic presence, and I am forced into an encounter with someone who is unashamedly alive. Just such an encounter was had near Hells Gate on the East River, near Astoria Park, at the end of June 2010.
from nycgovparks.org
Although widely known for its beautiful pool, the oldest and largest in the city, Astoria Park offers more than aquatic pleasures. Outdoor tennis courts, a track, a bandstand, multiple trails, basketball courts, and playgrounds lure visitors from the five boroughs and beyond. And the views! Sitting on the edge of the East River and resting between the Triborough Bridge and Hell Gate Bridge, the park offers shoreline sights and sounds that make the benches along its perimeter popular spots year-round.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This gentleman informed me that he was an ethnic musician, and made his living playing hellenic folk music at area “tavernas” and at weddings. The instrument he carried was crafted by his ancestors, and he carried it with him to America when he arrived here in the early 1960’s. He did tell me his name, but I did not write it down. It might have been Peter. Perhaps George.
also from nycgovparks.org
Due to its proximity to Hell Gate, a turbulent area in the East River, this playground has been named for the monster Charybdis. According to Greek mythology, Charybdis was the daughter of Poseidon, the god of the sea. As a young nymph, she flooded lands to add to her father’s kingdom until Zeus, the supreme ruler of the gods, turned her into a monster.
Charybdis and her partner Scylla are personifications of the violent waters in the Straits of Messina, which separate Sicily from the Italian peninsula. Charybdis was said to dwell under a fig tree on the Sicilian shore and, three times each day, drink from the strait and spit the water back into the strait several hours later, creating perilous whirlpools and terrifying sailors. In The Odyssey, by Homer, the hero survived Charybdis’s wrath by clinging to a tree for hours until she spit out the water and his raft floated to the surface.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Practiced, his hands flew along the fret boards, and he demonstrated musical forms that are typical of the island cultures of the Hellenic Republic which is known as Greece to the english speaking world. His serenade was lilting, thrilling, and reminded me of the Greek musical genre called Rembetiko.
from wikipedia
The melodies of most rebetiko songs are thus often considered to follow one or more dromos or dromoi (gr. δρόμος, plural δρόμοι). The names of the dromoi are derived in all but a few cases from the names of various Turkish modes, known in Turkish as makam.
However, the majority of rebetiko songs have been accompanied by instruments capable of playing chords according to the Western harmonic system, and have thereby been harmonized in a manner which corresponds neither with conventional European harmony, nor with Ottoman art music, which is a monophonic form normally not harmonized. Furthermore, rebetika has come to be played on instruments tuned in equal temperament, in direct conflict with the more complex pitch divisions of the makam system.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
He described the instrument he wielded as being well over a century old, and suggested that it had certain supernatural powers against which the female gender possesses no defense. He also claimed he could calm stormy seas with it, but one thing life in Astoria has taught me is that when a Greek guy is telling a good story well – just go with it.
from wikipedia
This is the classical type of bouzouki that was the mainstay of most Rebetiko music. It has fixed frets and it has 6 strings in three pairs. In the lower-pitched (bass) course, the pair consists of a thick wound string and a thin string tuned an octave apart. The conventional modern tuning of the trichordo bouzouki is Dd-aa-dd. This tuning was called the “European tuning” by Markos Vamvakaris, who described several other tunings, or douzenia, in his autobiography. The illustrated bouzouki was made by Karolos Tsakirian of Athens, and is a replica of a trichordo bouzouki made by his grandfather for Markos Vamvakaris. The absence of the heavy mother of pearl ornamentation often seen on modern bouzoukia is typical of bouzoukia of the period. It has tuners for eight strings, but has only six strings, the neck being too narrow for eight. The luthiers of the time often used sets of four tuners on trichordo instruments, as these were more easily available, since they were used on mandolins.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Charming guy, he was intent on hanging out at the park and mentioned something about the fishes wanting to hear some Rembetiko as I was taking my leave of him.
from wikipedia
Greek emigration to the United States started in earnest towards the end of the 19th century. From then onwards, and in the years following the Asia Minor Disaster, until immigration became restricted in the mid-1920s, a great number of Greeks emigrated to the United States, bringing their musical traditions with them. American companies began recording Greek music performed by these immigrants as early as 1896. The first Greek-American recording enterprises made their appearance in 1919. From the latter years of the second decade of the century there exist a number of recordings that can be considered as rebetiko, a few years before such songs began to appear on recordings in Greece.
The music industry in the United States came to play a particular role from the mid-1930s onwards in recording rebetiko lyrics which would not have passed the censors in Greece. This phenomenon came to repeat itself during the period of the Greek military junta of 1967–1974. A notable example of American recording studios permitting some ‘bolder’ lyrics can be found in the LP “Otan Kapnizei O Loulas”, ie “When They Smoke The Hookah”, released in 1973. Releasing this album in Greece, with to its overt references to various aspects of drug use, would have been impossible at that time. It is worth noting, however, that the censorship laws invoked in Greece by Metaxas were never officially revoked until 1981, seven years after the fall of the junta. A further characteristic of American Greek recordings of the time was the continued recordings of songs in the Anatolian musical styles of rebetiko, which continued to be recorded in the United States well into the 1950s. Even songs originally recorded with typical bouzouki-baglamas-guitar accompaniment could appear in Anatolian garments.
After WWII, beginning in the early 1950s, many Greek rebetiko musicians and singers traveled from Greece to tour the United States, and some stayed for longer periods. Prominent among them were Ioannis Papaioannou, Manolis Hiotis, Vassilis Tsitsanis, Iordanis Tsomidis, Roza Eskenazi, Stratos Pagioumdzis, Stavros Tzouanakos and Ioannis Tatasopoulos, of whom the latter three died in the United States.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Clearly he was amused by the kayakers from the LIC Boat House as they passed by, and he launched into a wild melody on his centenarian instrument.
a fun story about Hells Gate from 1899 can be accessed here at nytimes.com– here’s the headline:
A HELL GATE SEA SERPENT.; Valiant Bowery Boatmen Bring Its Headless Body Ashore





















