by Debra A. on ...Is it a sin? Is it a crime? Loving you dear like I do.... Women...dress in skirts, bob your hair, wear your pearls...and tap into your inner Clara Bow--attractive, reckless and independent. Past the smoking lounge...walk down the grand staircase and you'll find yourself in a place that reflects the turn of the century. When legal saloons and cabarets closed, back alley speakeasies became prolific and popular. Enjoy a classic hand crafted cocktail, listen to jazz, catch a live performance, or sit back and view silent-era films from legends. Wander around to find your own little nook...meet that special someone inside the "secret" boiler room. Encounter the green fairy for a special treat...re-create the roaring 20's with your friends, dance the Charleston and show your best Shimmy. Looking for the desperation-drinking days of the Great Depression? Stop by on Fridays and enjoy depression era prices with complimentary grilled cheese sandwiches or soup.... ...If it's a crime then I'm guilty. Guilty of loving you....
by Nia Dishman on I love the Knitting Factory. I think everybody here complaining about it obviously hasn't suffered through as many different venues as I have, and, also, likes paying a lot for their alcohol. First of all, the bar area - usually a forgotten element of many concert venues - is a weirdly-furnished 70's-dining-hall-esque environment totally separate from the music. It's soundproofed, comfortable, and the alcohol is cheap. You can get a 2-litre Asahi for $6, which should work well in the 'making you drunk' department. Also, you can see what band is playing, so you can avoid the support act. Further, the music part of the venue is intimate, and acoustically-sound. Melissa Auf Der Maur threw a piece of bread at me, which may or may not be the weirdest thing I've experienced at a gig. And, finally, anyone complaining about 'too many people being at a gig' probably got there late and is having a hissy fit.
