Stranger, smaller-room, and in-the-know Scope NYC picks for Monday, April 27.
The slam survives because it still brings out people who care about the line more than the polish, and the Nuyorican is the right home for that.
Only Nublu could make a title this lurid sound plausible, which is exactly why it belongs here.
Wonderville turning VHS detritus into a public event is the sort of Bushwick nonsense that can still produce a memorable night.
Strand does not often get to look this unruly on paper, which makes this pairing more interesting than the average bookstore stop.
A reading at a plain Bergen Street address usually means the work, not the packaging, is doing the heavy lifting.
Anthology on a Monday night with something as slippery as Partner is how you keep repertory from turning into homework.
Young Ethel's can absorb a half-cooked burlesque experiment better than a sleeker venue ever could.
Mezzrow handing the late slot to a vinyl session is a small-hours answer to the jazz-club crawl, with more heads than tourists.
By 11:45 the Smalls jam is less concert than ecosystem, and that is precisely the appeal.
La MaMa is still where you go when a title arrives already vibrating, and this one clearly does.