Nonsense 10 Year Anniversary Party @ 3rd Ward

12 Oct

Stayed out ’til 5 AM las’ night y’all.

The Nonsense NYC Party at the 3rd Ward’s Morgan Ave. studio/warehouse = wonderfully orchestrated mayhem.

I arrived around 9 PM–early enough for the performance installation portion of the evening. After missing the Morgan Ave. B60 bus stop and walking 15 minutes in heels in a deserted wasteland that is East Williamsburg,  I met up with my girl Marissa GV & her Bed-Stuy crew (plus a lil’ DC ‘n Paris flava). Everyone was given two tickets to attend performances that were taking place on each floor. The venue is enormous. Downstairs: a gallery showcasing Nonsense artists’ visions of a bright and weird future for art in the next ten years. (The soda machine’s last button actually dispenses $1 PBRs, but didn’t seem to accept our quarters or billz). Ushers were wearing gorgeous feathered chapeaux and black plastic spectacles. Didn’t much like being ushered around from performance to performance, so we didn’t bother to see more than a couple of the following:

We started the night with these furry fools: (They’re slowly uploading the night’s photos on their website, I’ll find ours soon.

Oooh! I just did.

Nandini Nessa and Jeff = Donnie Darko meets Bugz Bunny?

Nandini Nessa and Jeff = Donnie Darko meets Bugz Bunny?

All I can say about the performances: I’m sure many of them were very good.  But I got stuck in the spoken word room with some herb talking about being stuck in a bathroom in a cop–

Honestly I kept looking across the way at a long dining table set up. FOOD! I was starving.  GRUB did a SEVEN-COURSE MEAL IN SEVEN MINUTES INSTALLATION (some of the courses were photos of food, but the wraps looked tasty) These are the folks that put together the community dinner on the first and third Sunday of every month at RUBULAD (in Bed-Stuy, 338 Flushing Ave, ‘tween Classon and Taafe Pl.)

GRUB'S 7 COURSES in 7 MINUTES

GRUB'S 7 COURSES in 7 MINUTES

Tried to finagle a seat, but a gorgeous girl in a feathered cadet and sequined dress said, “DO YOU HAVE A TICKET THAT SAYS HUNGRY FOR MORE?” I answered no. She told me to get off her seat. I did so, before a full fledged femme brawl broke out. Hee hee.

WROUGHT IRON FIRE ESCAPE = SCARY AS SHIT IN HIGH HEELS. I walked on tip toes between floors all night.

Our crew starting a soul train style dance off in a Arab-music themed DJ room with a skate ramp style wall. After running up and down a few times–we dizzily grooved upward to the dance floor. @ 1 AM, when the dance party started outside and upstairs, NONSENSE NYC EDITOR JEFF STARK said, “Enjoy the 45 minute video about this party.” Before we could boo –salsa dancers from Piel Canela Dance Company in Chelsea busted out with some serious salsa. That would be enough for me to boo, since I’m no salsa queen, but soon the night grooved into very very good funk, hip hop, house & electro. I love DJ DIRTY FINGER:

DJ DIRTY FINGER

DJ DIRTY FINGER

Check it: DJ DIRTY FINGER\’s \”The DIRTY FINGER ANTHEM”

and the RAYA BRASS BAND. Love those Balkan brass jams.

Noel, Piña, Jeff, Morgan, cool kids at Nonsense NYC

Noel, Piña, Jeff, Morgan, cool kids at Nonsense NYC

Making the :-/ face after some spoken wordherbness

Making the :-/ face after some spoken wordherbness

Carrot 'n Cooch, crime-fighting duo?

Carrot 'n Cooch, crime-fighting duo?

Thaaaaaaaaaaat’s all folks!

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