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3.05.2010
Letters: "The Myth Of DIY" in Israel
Received this note via my myspace account:
Hey Chris,I'm an Israeli musician. I had my debut album out last year, and I'm the owner of a nice recording studio in Israel. I just read your article "The Myth of DIY" and was really moved by your writing, as a musician, as a professional engineer and producer and especially as an artist (of any kind).It's not that I haven't read 1,000 economy oriented articles before about the changing music business. It's just that in reality, I see brilliant, brilliant artists practically going to waste, mainly because they can afford two days max of renting the studio. And as an artist and a "businessman", I often find myself ripped between trying to keep my studio alive and working, and the feeling that the song I'm recording at the moment has got to have (at least!) one more day of recording, even if they can't afford it...Anyway, just wanted to let you know... I don't know...Very nice songs btw,
bye@!
2.16.2010
GPCH: After The Close It's The After Party
The Greenpoint Coffee House officially closed on Monday, February 8th. The following Friday, the front of house staff hosted a party for customers and staff, past and present. Was a "perfect," celebratory, spirited night for memories to be rehashed. In the empty, candle lit space the attendees could understand - "this is over." When fellow staffers Jake Margolin, Nicky Cirillo and I showed up in the afternoon the place was a wreck and literally smelled like manure (from the disassembled walk-in refrigerator). If working at the Coffee House taught us anything, it was how to deal with a lot of "shit" in the (mostly) warm company of others, and we had the GPCH looking and smelling beautiful in under an hour. Thank you, Pine Sol. Carly Mostar, mother of the "Welcome To Greenpoint" sign, joined us later to add her artistic flare. She brought balloons, the popping of which terrorized my easily startled soul throughout the evening.
All good things (and bad things) must come to an end. For all its faults and flaws, it was an honor to be associated with a real place like the GPCH. May it rest in peace.
The Coffee House is dead. Long live the Coffee House.
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