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The Quays: A Taste of Queens Open Mic by Lizabeth Nieves Nestled on an off street in the middle of Astoria, the Quays appears like any loud Irish bar found in the boroughs. Push your way into the swinging doors on a Sunday night, and you will realize that you have stumbled into a cozy enclave of something a little more magical than your typical open mic. Welcoming to all who attend, last night despite the frigid temperatures, the Quays was packed with bodies, some there to celebrate their three day weekend with an extra night of boozing and some there in loyal support of the local talent singing their heart out on stage. Hosted by Astorian, Jimmy Artache, there are no big announcements just each performer taking the stage and singing a combination of originals and covers. Squeezing through the throng of people last night, we sat and watched Jimmy play. Harmonica strapped around his neck, Artache sang a melancholic set of Leonard Cohen, Beatles and Neil Young covers. He was followed by Sam, whose set of original songs, shifted into covers in hopes of getting the crowds attention. At this point, the crowd emptied, leaving the music for the people who were there to listen. Janene Otten took the stage and started singing the traditional Irish music that is her specialty. One man in the audience started singing along, and before long the crowd was focused and one with the music. Each regular performer that takes the stage after, brings something to the night that is expected and a little bit exciting in its familiarity. There's Sean, the cherubic young piano tuner, who's versions of Bob Dylan are touchingly heartfelt. Kelly, in a duet with Jimmy, sweetly sang a kinder version of a few Aimee Mann tunes. Gus followed with a few original songs that were familiar to any who have sat late at night in the Quays. It was pointed out that one song performed had been written for Shane McGowan by Gus and Jimmy. Scott had not played in years, but when he took the stage and sang all original songs, there was no shyness, just another musician that had found a place to share and hone his craft. There is no exclusivity here. Everyone is welcome and encouraged. Strongly encouraged, by the shouts of the audience and fellow performers. Feel like coming down and singing? Show up by 9. The Quays doesn't take plastic, and the bartendar is known for "being a good musician" more than his bartending skills, but the buy backs are plenty. Next time you have a Monday off and can stay out late, stop by the Quays for a pint and a taste of the local talent in Queens. The Quays: 46-02 30th ave. in Astoria |
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Evil Resides in Astoria by Melissa Cruz Just a few days before the Christmas holiday approached, I found myself in the corner of a bar underneath the 30th Ave stop on the N/W line. Despite the rainy weather, the overly excited waitress sat us in the heated garden area. It was decided that this would be the quietest spot to properly interview local legend Schaffer the Darklord. As we got drunk at the barely inhabited bar, the topics of discussion ranged from the addictive wonders of Project Runway to life on the road to, most importantly, the release of the Darklord’s second CD “Mark of the Beast.”
Sugarzine first introduced you to Schaffer the Darklord almost four years ago. I was not yet a writer for the ‘zine, however I fondly remember his auspicious New York premiere. It was actually right here in Astoria Queens at the now defunct and sorely missed dive bar Tupelo. Patrons swarmed the sidewalk with beers and hot dogs in celebration of Labor Day. Having heard there was an open spot in the musical line-up, the San Franciscan musician stormed the stage with his little black box and introduced us to his special brand of ‘geek rap.’ And the rest, as they say, is history.
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Always Take McGuinness by Melissa Cruz While sitting in traffic on the BQE last Tuesday evening with angry fists raised toward the gods, I became inspired to share a little tip with all my fellow Queens drivers. Some of you may already be hip to this, but if not, let this be your new mantra: “Always take McGuinness. Always take McGuinness. Always take McGuinness.” For some reason I neglected to do this last week late at night knowing I’d end up sitting in traffic and only getting about four hours of sleep.
This little trick I discovered from a taxi driver several years ago. At first I was hesitant. I am always hesitant when a cabbie takes me someplace I don’t recognize. This is when I usually call my husband on my cell and keep him on speakerphone to make sure I’m not mutilated and left by the side of the road. Hey, you can’t be too careful. This evening held joyous surprises however! It was then that I discovered if I get off at the McGuinness Boulevard exit off the BQE it would lead me through Greenpoint over the Pulaski Bridge and into Long Island City. Hooray! I’ve been reaping the benefits of this knowledge for years and now I pass it on to you. It’s a much more direct route from Williamsburg to the Long Island City/Astoria area and with less traffic. But how does this help me if I don’t drive, you ask? This shortcut has made cab rides home faster and cheaper as well. Having drinks on the Lower East Side and are dreading the hour long subway ride? Have your cab drive you over the Williamsburg Bridge and take the very first exit off the BQE. This is McGuinness Boulevard. Your cab driver may argue a bit, but assure him that you know where you are going and it’s very easy. Make a left at the end of the off ramp and take McGuinness all the way to Jackson Avenue in Long Island City (Jackson Ave will be at the foot of the Pulaski Bridge). Easy peasy. This has saved me $7-$10 per cab ride! I kid you not. I hope this helps all of my avid readers in the future and you don’t end up like me furiously sitting in my car somewhere between the Queens Blvd exit and Roosevelt Ave. If you are looking to give thanks I accept chocolate and flowers. Don’t tempt fate: Always take McGuinness. |
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Art House Flicks in Forest Hills by Melissa Cruz If you are tired of schlepping over to the Angelika anytime you want to see the latest Ang Lee film and you are of the belief that you can enjoy a smart independent movie without having to sip on ten-dollar cappuccinos, then your prayers have been answered. Ladies and gentlemen I give you The Cinemart Cinemas at 106-03 Metropolitan Avenue in Forest Hills.
For the unheard of price of $8.50 you can catch any film that would normally require a journey to the Angelika or Sunshine. You can also purchase popcorn WITH BUTTER and a medium coke for the bargain basement price of $6.00. That’s popcorn AND soda! TOGETHER! This gem of a theatre is a quick subway ride from Astoria, Woodside or Sunnyside and by my calculations a faster trip than taking the subway to SoHo. Thankfully, the patrons lack that smugness that hangs in the air amongst the intellectual film crowd in Manhattan. At the moment you can see “Lars and The Real Girl”, “Lust Caution” (NC-17 = boobies!), “Control” (aka The Joy Division flick) and catch “Into the Wild” if you missed it. I will warn you that the theatre is not as esthetically pleasing as the Angelika. The screens are small, the prints are a tad worn and you may hear some sound bleeding from the next theater however the atmosphere can be charming if you are a low maintenance art aficionado. It’s certainly worth it if you take advantage of the mind blowing five-dollar Wednesday. Yes, all shows on Wednesday are only five dollars! Normally, one would have to travel to the Florida panhandle or catch the early bird dinner theater special in Boca Raton for a movie this reasonable, but alas it’s been right around the corner in your own borough this whole time! Happy indie-going! |
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To Slurpee Or Not To Slurpee? by Melissa Cruz Nine years ago I made the big move from 34th Street and 30th Avenue in Astoria to 29th Street…also off 30th Avenue. Yes, an entire 5 blocks away and a whole new world. Back then the corner of 30th Ave and 30th Street was home to the beloved Rainbow Diner. Personally, I preferred to call it the Rainblow. You all remember, right? They had the giant menu in the window boasting a delightful ‘holiday sauce’ with their eggs benedict. Since that time, the Rainblow has faded into memory having been replaced by the chic restaurant with the killer Penne ala Vodka, Park Kafe, and now the scope of the corner has changed once again. That corner now buzzes with the florescent glow of a 7-11. One of the things I’ve always loved about Astoria was its local flavor. To wander around this neighborhood and only happen upon a Starbucks after a solid half hour walk is refreshing. You really feel as if you live in an actual neighborhood. Yet there it is, that green, red and white eyesore that sits on my corner. For those of you who get the same sinking feeling in their tummies when they pass the evil 7-11 on their way to the N train, yet are tempted to cross it’s doors anyway, I’ve created a helpful list.
• Craving a fancy coffee? Don’t give in to the hazelnut-irish crème crap blend that 7-11 has fooled you into thinking is tasty coffee. For only a buck more you can have a delicious frappe, cappuccino or café latte to-go from Plaza Café. They reside almost directly across the street on the corner of 29th Street and 30th Avenue • Just want a simple Cup O Joe? Also on the corner of 29th and 30th is an unassuming bodega called Acapulco. For only less than a dollar you can grab a hot, potent plain ‘ol cup of coffee and support the local Mexican owner who has waved good morning at me for the past four years. This is something you won’t get at the 7-11: a cheerful smile and a chance to practice some of your Spanish. You can also get homemade tamales. • Need the latest copy of Vibe? There are a total of four magazine stands within the same one block radius as the dreaded 7-11. While grabbing your music mag or porn rag, you can also grab an Arizona Iced Tea, Poland Spring water or whatever beverage you were thinking of buying at 7-11. Chips are also in abundance. Are we starting to see a pattern here? There is nothing you can get there that you can not get from a local business except, of course, the slurpee. Now, I get very nostalgic about the refreshing slurpee. Nothing gives me fonder memories of living on Long Island. And if you’re from Long Island you already know these fond memories are few and far between. Therefore, I will not shun you if I happen to see you leaving 7-11 in the middle of August (only when it’s 90 degrees) with a half Coke half Cherry slurpee in your hands. But that is your only excuse! Otherwise, resist the temptations of corporate convenience! Support your local businesses!! Hazelnut coffee is for soccer moms anyway. |