Monthly Archives: April 2011

“Lotus Flower” not a walk by the stream.

Radiohead isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but Radiohead’s music definitely takes everyone somewhere, whether the listener likes where he’s heading or not. “Lotus Flower” is that kind of song, a ride that purports to be a smooth one but ends up rather bumpy when you see frontman Thom Yorke gyrating like an electrocuted human lotus flower.

Physical performance aside, the music is not short of electrifying in itself. A fast-paced slow song that has the potential to be the soundtrack to a heist film during a particularly calculated operational scene, “Lotus Flower” instantly plants a plethora of sounds from a techno-like, beeping undertone accompanying a steady drum beat, spots of a piano and some essences of low-key jazzy instrumentals. What the song lacks in strings Yorke makes up with his vocals, reaching a high pitch at the songs climax, but maintaining a consistently smooth quality along the electric minor chords.

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Chris Cornell, Being Himself

With the release of Radiohead’s newest album, Kings of Limb, Radiohead released a music video for their single, Lotus Flower. The video features Radiohead’s lead singer and ex-lead singer of Soundgarden, Chris Cornell. Throughout the black and white video, Chris Cornell basically pranced around like he smoked a lotus flower. Just like a classic Radiohead song, Cornell was just “Being Himself.” Unfortunately “Lotus Flower” is not a classic

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Radiohead “Lotus Flower”

This is the type of song that you either love or hate. I think the artist was making a point to show his personality in both the song and the video. While his dancing is more like drunken convulsing, it’s entertaining to watch. I admire him for making such a bold move and exposing himself to the criticism that I’m sure he anticipated. He sings in a high but soothing voice. It’s a catchy song and it’s one of those beats that gets stuck in your head easily.

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Flowers of A Higher Power

The synthesized beats played in harmony of the high pitch sounds spewing from the Radio Heads lead singer, Thom Yorke. The weird movements added to the increasing high, that the audience seems to experience while being taken on journey of some confusion and playful illusions. While the background was very bland and empty, the quick jitters and fast movements of hands and arms, created color to the video.

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“Lotus Flower” Should Calm Down

Ever listened to those sleeping aid tapes? The ones with the ocean or rain in the background? Radiohead’s “Lotus Flower’s” melody is that soothing sound you listen to when relaxing, especially with Thom Yorke’s high-pitched and mellow vocals on the track. However, the alternative rockers went wrong with the beat, which was as distracting as Yorke’s spastic movements in the video. It simply did not balance well with his voice.

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A Song that Left Me with a “Head”ache

The kind of music you would hear in a mental institution. A slower and more horrible version of the music of Fatboy Slim and their song “Praise You.” The music that would accompany a deranged dream that was brought on by an acid trip. By the end it will leave you with a headache that leaves you thinking “why in the hell did I listen to that?”

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A Search for Imaginary Food

At 5:30 pm, in the pattering drizzle of the approaching month of April, a crowd emerges from the subway at West 4th Street rumbling like a train onto Avenue of the Americas. Among them are residents of the area, those who have come for the films at IFC, and the happy-hour-day drinkers that gather around downtown for “thirsty Thursday”. A group of 30 people linger on the sidewalk, spread out between Golden Swan Garden’s short black fence and “the Cage.” Some are standing alone, checking BBM’s or playing on their Nintendo DS 3Ds, while others are paired off, but there is something uniting this diverse mix of adults. On March 31st, a food truck would bring in food from Pentos, a fictional land from the “A Song of Ice and Fire” book series by George R.R. Martin, and these fans are hoping to be the first to get a taste.

If the books don’t sound familiar, “A Game of Thrones,” might. It is the name of the first book of the series, but moreover, the newest show in the HBO lineup set to premiere on April 17th. Since the announcement of the show, Martin’s book sales are approaching triple digit growth in year-to-year sales, according to “Thrones Tomes Selling Big” in Variety. In the United States alone the books have reportedly sold 4.5 million copies, according to the publisher, Bantam books, in the article.

The promotional food trucks were, in the tradition of an Easter, set up as a scavenger hunt. The rules were simple: check the “Game of Thrones” Facebook or Twitter page between March 28th and April 1st, show up to the destination by 6:00pm, find the cart, and be among the first 300 in line. The location of the trucks and the food varied daily from Astor Place on Tuesday, where “The Riverlands” green goodness came to life, to Lincoln Center on Wednesday, where food from “The Wall” could be sampled.

By 6:30 pm on Thursday, the Pentos truck had yet to arrive at West 4th. The HBO crew, identifiable only by their “Game of Thrones” t-shirts, had already ushered the masses, now numbering in the hundreds, into a four-person-wide line that wrapped around the corner of the garden.  The grumbling was almost audible by the time the truck arrived, and talk of the week’s meals started simultaneously among the crowd.

“Of the three that I’ve tried, my favorite dish has to be the squab,” said Kat Baek, a sophomore at Baruch College, now on her third hunt for the cart. “The lemon cakes were served every day [but] the taste never got old,” she added, taking refuge underneath a Burberry patterned umbrella.

When the black truck was parked, the day’s menu was handed out. The more hardcore fans on the line attempted to decode the puzzle embedded in it. “Apples to oranges,” announced a crew member.

“It means you have to fold the apples to oranges in the menu to find the hidden message,” said Joseph DeSimone, an avid fan of the series and Senior at Baruch College. “I’m not even going to try,” DeSimone added, worn from the hour long wait in the rain.

The first dish was the spice roasted duck with dates, buttered turnips, cabbage and juniper. The second option was the Lamb Flatbread with chickpeas and purple olives. As usual, the dishes were to be accompanied by the “famous” lemon cakes. The books themselves are refered to as “tomes” for good reason, as they are detailed accounts of this fictional world, even when describing the meals.

“In the book they talk about this buttered cabbage and turnip dish,” said the meals architect Tom Colicchio (Top Chef)in an interview for the ‘Thrones’ Facebook page. “Pentos is an area more east, sort of a lot of spices are there, and so I want to use a lot of spices,” added Colicchio. This was evident in the duck, which mixed coriander, fennel seed, red/white/black pepper, and cardamom in its spice sauce to awaken the taste buds. The lamb flatbread was just as full of flavor. The thin piece of flatbread was surprisingly not brittle but more suprising was how well cooked the shredded lamb was in a food truck. The combination of its spices mixed the coolness of the chickpeas and the tartness of the olives gave the dish a perfect balance.

“I wish there was a permanent one,” commented Baek, referring to the food truck as she enjoyed her free lemon cake in the shelter of the subway.

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High Anxiety @ the Metropolitan Opera

It doesn’t take much to push my buttons at the opera: adrenalin levels shoot up, the heart goes thump, thump and the palms grow sweaty. I don’t suffer gladly; my patience wears thin; and at such times, I gird myself for battle with singleness of purpose, the wiliness of a serpent, and the ferocity of a lion. My wife says that I am rude and wishes, at moments, she could dissolve into her seat out of embarrassment. Maybe she’s right, but timidity is not a virtue in my school of life.

Allow me to recite a quick rosary of what annoys me!

As the chandeliers rise and the house lights dim at the Metropolitan Opera House, idle chatter continues when the conductor’s wand calls on the orchestra to play the introduction, say, of Strauss’ ‘Salome’. And then, there are those melomanes who lean forward blocking my view. Or the elderly, usually a man, in the womb-like darkness of the house, will not only fall into a deep sleep but snore. Or think of the coughing and loudly clearing throats.

Another cause of vexation is the unwrapping and crinkling of candy in a cellophane wrapper in the middle of a performance. And what about those music lovers who hum, sing, or beat a tattoo on their programs to the music. At such times, you wish they would leave the hall, for if they did, they cannot come back until after intermission or not a all.

The Met has a production of ‘Salome’ that uses strobe lights, which drives me to distraction that I flee the hall. [Like Salome, I would want the designer’s  head on a silver platter!] Think, too, of that operagoer who often looks at the program: comes with a flashlight with a strong light, which, you think, would explode into the brightness of a fireworks display.

Although I like to say years of heavy smoking have dulled my sense of smell, heavy and strong perfume, with which women douse themselves, or cologne men overly use, turns my stomach.

Another irritation is sending messages or playing games on a cell phone, not to mention, forgetting to turn it off, during the performance.

Strangely enough, children do not annoy me at the opera. They may fidget or squirm, but they look as though the opera had cast a spell on them by opening on to a land of enchantment. I have seen them grow quiet and absorbed during Verdi’sAida’, especially during the triumphal scene, while adults exhibit infantile and boorish behavior by talking and shifting in their seats or whisper with a friend.

Let me not leave out those who arrive ‘fashionably’ late, and have seats in the middle of a row, thereby disturbing everyone to stand up or refuse to make room, so that they can get to their seats that have become a coat rack.

What about the enthusiastic amateur of music who, unable to restrain him- or herself, from shouting ‘bravo’ or ‘bravissimo’? And sure enough, there are those who cluck indignant  and with a loud note of correction scream ‘brava’ for a woman singer or ‘bravi for two men or a duet, or brave for two women. Enough of  pedant perfectionism!

You may wonder why I continue going to the opera. Well I don’t anymore for the plain and simple truth, I cannot afford it. So I see it telecast in a small picture house, where the Dolby sound drowns out many of the sources of the stresses and strains on my system. And if I cannot, as a ‘pis aller’, thank goodness for the PBS rebroadcasts of some operas on the television, which I can watch in the comfort of my sitting room.

Truth be told, watching opera at home or in a cinema has not the same ‘authenticity’ as seeing say Renee Fleming and Lawrence Brownlee singing Rossini’sArmida’ at the Met. Opera beggars, in these parlous economic times, cannot be too choosy.

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Grimaldi’s Pizzeria: Family-owned with orginal pies!

Fresh mozzarella cheese over a rich, bittersweet and hearty tomato sauce on a crispy but soft, smoky crust are the reasons why the pizza at Grimaldi’s Pizzeria are insanely delicious and always satisfying. Fortunately for loyal pizza-lovers, the famous restaurant has finally set up a shop at a closer, new location in the recently renovated Limelight Marketplace on Sixth Avenue.

 Despite numerous delays, the restaurant’s staff finalized the preparations and quickly conducted their official grand opening in February. With years of family-owned tradition, service, and dining, Grimaldi’s Pizzeria has become recognized for making “the pizza that made the Brooklyn Bridge famous,” and has since expanded throughout the United States. The renowned menu offers several types of pizza with an assortment of savory toppings, hearty calzones, and a few house salads. Drinks vary from an assortment of non-alcoholic beverages and a list of select beers and wine.

Grimaldi’s Sixth Avenue location has a casual, family-style setting with an undeniably welcoming atmosphere that accents the brimming Limelight Marketplace that is full of colorful and enticing shops. After just three weeks at the new location, the line of customers has grown consistently. The wait time for dining-in varies from 20 minutes to over an hour, but customers can save time by opting to order a pie to-go instead. Taking the meal to go doesn’t take away from the experience at all. It’s still great pizza no matter where you eat it.

Grimaldi’s has sustained their customary tradition of serving pizza by the pie, no exception. So, for those interested in a single slice, you’re out of luck. You’ll have to place an order for their small original pizza, a serving size of three. The small pie is cut in six large portion slices that can satisfy most hungry pizza contenders.

Filled with a layer of fresh mozzarella and tomato sauce, then topped with basil and olive oil, one bite is enough to convince a single patron to happily devour the rest of the cheese pizza. The counter attendant was quick to provide me with suggestions, recommending this pie, he says “It’ a popular item on the menu and it’s the best. No toppings are needed”. I took is word for it and came back 15 minutes later for my take-out order.   

The thin crust is crisp with a nice, dough-like middle. With a combination of fresh, salty mozzarella and Grimaldi’s addictive rich sauce, this might be the best pizza a patron could ever have. Each bite is savory and sweet, made complete by the undeniable, smoky flavor from the oven, which places this pizza over the top. Truly, you haven’t experienced a grand, well-made slice of pizza until you visited Grimaldi’s Pizzeria.

Initially, loyal customers may have sought out this place for the hype surrounding it as a result form the oncoming press streaming from exposure on food network and in print publications. However, they became satisfied and amazed by their well-made original pies and consistently keep coming back. “It’s a great place to come with a group of friends, the pie here is one of my favorites in the city,” said nearby patron.        

Furthermore, now that the traveling time from Brooklyn is cut in half, there are abundant chances for Baruch students and pizza fans to stop by to indulge in a pan of Grimaldi’s famous pies. With their signature coal-brick oven style, inviting atmosphere and swift service, Grimaldi’s Pizzeria is a great family-run restaurant that gets your fix of mouth-watering pizza.

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Green Market, The Buzz of Union Square

At midday, an old, somewhat untamed looking man, with rough, long gray facial hair, wearing worn out dark blue slacks and a graying shirt, worked his way to the Eve Cidery Farm stand, to sample three different ciders being displayed. “I’ve been coming to these markets for 6 years, and every year it gets better and better,” said the man after he hurriedly swallowed all three samples, barely having any time to examine the variety in taste of dry and sweet flavors. As Ezra Sherman, part owner of the Cidery Farm gazed at the man in some disgust and humor; the old man finished, wiped his lips with his handkerchief, and walked off saying, “Thank you kindly,” from a distance.

The streets of Union Square were packed with shoppers, tourists, sellers and spectators of all sorts, despite the chilly weather conditions, curious about the green markets. Each owner or helper, managing a farmers stand, stood resilient against the cold winds, prepared with wool coats, thick sweaters and layers of clothes, as they sold goods, answered questions and engaged in friendly conversation. The managers of the Union Square Market were nowhere to be found, all of them preoccupied with the heavy activity taking place.

“I’m looking for a green market manager to interview,” said a Baruch High School student, working on a class project. “I couldn’t even begin to tell you guys where to start, just check for anyone wearing a staff hood,” the representative replied, walking back into the GrowNYC truck. The green market initiative has taken place since 1976, beginning with only 12 farmers on the parking lot of 59th street and 2nd avenue. Through numerous years, the primary initiative of the green markets has been to sell their large variety of meats, fruits, vegetables, breads and wines, to consumers, restaurants, and others interested in quality goods.

There are 54 markets in New York and over 230 participating farmers. The markets accept a variety of payments, EBT being one method, allowing not only those willing to pay high prices for fresh goods, but also to help those less fortunate also have the privilege of experiencing all that the markets have to offer.

“We have something for every one, at the green markets,” said Larion Bates, a helper at one of the meat stands. “Whether you’re vegetarian, or not we have some of the best stuff around, I mean no one takes the time to produce goods with the care we do,” he continued.

The many stands, each had an abundance of goods, but what was more interesting was the fact that nearly every stand sold something different from the next. “There isn’t much competition selling at the green markets, because the managers pay close attention to who’s selling pork, beef, vegetables, etc,” said Andrea Carvalho, part owner of Nature’s Healing Farm. “I participated in the markets with my husband for over 30 years,” she continued as she dashed to customers, greeting and answer questions on growing and maintaining certain plants to the differences between Perrennials and Tenders.

“I grow well over 10,000 kinds of plants, some have over 30 variations,” she said excited after selling some newly grown Tulips and herbs to an older customer.

The farmers’ faces lit with welcoming expressions, as customers frolicked to their stands, whether they were making purchases or simply asking questions or indulging a little conversation. It seemed almost as if the highlight of their days for curious customers to wander under their tents.

“It’s not a nuisance selling at the green market, it’s actually kind of interesting for us just as it is for customers,” said O’ Reilly, a worker at the Flying Pig Farm stand, where they sell high-end pork. Rare heritage breed of Large Blacks, Gloucestershire Old Spots, and Tamworths are grown under the Flying Pigs Farm, as their niche in the meat market. “The difference between our pigs and others you normally see in stores are basically, the texture and flavor of the pork meat being more moist under these special breeds.

Every beginning of the week in the night hours of about 6 to 7pm, O’Reilly and his partner pack there medium size truck with 2,000 to 4,000 lbs. of pork and begin their travel from the quiet, small town of Sushan in New York, making a five-hour long trip to the city. After a few hours of rest at one the cheap Manhattan hotels, they wake and head for Union Square to set up by 7am, when they begin selling the $12-$20 variety of meats.

“It may be grueling work for many of us to pack and ship our goods over long distance to the city every week, but often times when you finally get to the city, it’s like a sigh of relief, since often times you don’t have to worry about traveling back home until the end of the week to do it all over again,” O’ Reilly said with a sigh. “Hey, at least we get to go for drinks after the long days, that usually keeps us going,” he continued before finalizing a $20 sale for a pack of 12 pork sausages.

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