I’ve hit Beer Table twice since it opened last week. Once on opening night (Saturday) and then again last night. It’s so refreshing to have a good beer spot without all the potential baggage a place like that could bring with it… especially in Park Slope. Luckily it’s a bit too far south to be right in the center of stroller-land. In the end, the place just comes off as a cozy (and a bit busy) neighborhood place I could swing by now and again. They even remembered my lady from last week…

I should remember to check them out often.

Cold Cuts and Beer., originally uploaded by DonnellyImages.

Every year I try to make it out to Green-Wood Cemetery at least once during October. Last Saturday we went for a nice walk amongst the tombstones around dusk occasionally stopping to take a couple photos.

I should remember to visit the cemetery more often, and also remember not to get locked in after closing next time. Oops.

The last time I wrote about Revealed Burlesque, the semi-hush-hush Brooklyn show where fantastic ladies bear everything in the name of burlesque, I was completely blown away by how excellent a show it was. There were a large number of performers and it seemed like they were doing their best material. Some even seemed to have come up with special numbers to accommodate the special needs of the event.

I missed Revealed’s first official monthly performance last month, but managed to make it out last Saturday to this month’s show. July’s show was a very, very tough act to follow as it was just so sensational… and unfortunately, last Saturday’s event didn’t reach those incredible heights again.

Yes, the girls were good and yes, Bastard Keith was more parts funny than obnoxious, but there was something missing. The individual performances just weren’t at the level they were in July.

Despite the only good vs fantastic performances, Peekaboo Pointe still managed to put together a number so perfect in its simplicity, you wonder how he can be so daring and so spot-on damn near every time she gets on stage. Her time on stage consisted of her slowly and sullenly removing her clothes to a dark Nina Simone song while gazing off into the distance and sometimes reclining in a deep cushioned chair. It doesn’t sound like much, and I guess it wasn’t, but it was just plain brilliant.

Anyway, I should remember to check out Revealed again. Who knows… Maybe it will surprise by re-achieving that special something it had back in Summer.

Thanks to my woman, I caught the Barcardi sponsored B-Live event at Steiner Studios in Brooklyn on Saturday night. Thanks to a nice guy in line and some smooth talking, we enjoyed the show from the VIP lounge with a great view, no overcrowding and free Bacardi. Awwwwwww, yeah!

Talib Kweli was amazing this time around (none of the voice issues from last time), although I got the feeling that the crowd wasn’t really there to see him. The headliner they were there to see, Sean Paul, was terrible. He looked stoned out of his mind and was completely incapable to moving the crowd. Bam! Bam!

I gotta remember to keep this woman, she takes me to some cool shows.

Since yesterday was so gorgeous, the woman and I decided to hit Habana Outpost for some environmentally friendly food and frozen margaritas. While there, we ran into a couple of friends who explained that the bass booming in the distance was coming from the “First Annual” Fort Green Fest. We hadn’t heard of it, but they said Talib Kweli would be performing, so we went to check it out.

The park was pretty full of a fantastically diverse crowd. There was a decent sized ring of vendors with a surprisingly good sounding stage on one end. Unfortunately, the performers seemed as though they would have been more comfortable in a small club with everyone’s undivided attention as opposed to the wide open space they needed to fill with energy. One act, Liz something, even tried to teach the crowd about phonics… It didn’t go over well.

By the time Talib came on stage, people were dying for him. Unfortunately, I gotta say, he wasn’t as hot on stage as he is on wax. His voice, normally high-pitched and somewhat nasally (giving him a unique sound) was horse and scratchy. One very cool moment for me, though, was when he performed Old School from the ultra-geeky Dangerdoom album: The Mouse and The Mask. People who had known all the words to all the other tracks he’d been performing seemed to have never heard this fantastic song before. The worst part, though, was that they practically threw Talib and crew off the stage but turning down his mikes and music before his set was done. Lame.

I should remember to see whether it makes it to a second annual gig.

Like most years, I hit the West Indian Day Parade recently over Labor Day weekend. It was the usual mix of fantastic food, happy people, and good music. However, this year the parade seemed extra disorganized as it took literally an hour between the first and second bands passing our location on Eastern Parkway. (I’m sure the Tokyo Carnival has better scheduling!)

Oh well, I should remember to check it out again next year and hope it’s run a little better.

Well, the week for taking photos for What’s the Hook has come and gone. Currently, I’ve got 20  photos submitted, but I’ll get 4 more submitted before the deadline. Then it’s just waiting to see if any get picked. I hope they do!

I gotta remember to keep checking their Flickr group to see what the organizers are up to.

All you need to know about this place is: Korean style steak and eggs with kimchi rice. OH MY DAMN, it was delicious.

Seems like some GQ reviewer liked the place, too:

The Good Fork’s Pacific oysters, lightly coated in cornmeal, were cooked just long enough to become warm and creamy, and they came with a salad of beets, fennel, grapefruit segments, tomatoes, and reduced grapefruit juice. When my friends finally arrived, I ordered more. You’re unlikely to have a more memorable fried-oyster plate in your life.

I need to remember to eat there as much as possible.

(Photo by uberfrau)

Another day, another shot for What’s the Hook. I should remember to get down there again this week.

In the words of the organizers, the What’s the Hook project is:

a community based photography project designed to document one week in the life of Red Hook, Brooklyn, one of New York City’s most unique and rapidly changing neighborhoods.

Just one of over 100 photographers who joined an open enrollment call, I’ve submitted my first photo to the project. It’s called “Overrun” and although it doesn’t show “life” necessarily, I think it’s a good first entry.

I’m interested in how this project will turn out, since it somewhat parallels my efforts to supplement bad memory by trying to capture a moment in history. Could be cool… we’ll have to wait and see, I guess.

Anyway, I need to remember to get out there and take more photos!