The new age of New Age: genre-founding 'celestial musician' Iasos transfixes Bushwick:
Last weekend, the New Age music revival had a landmark performance as Iasos came to Brooklyn's Body Actualized Center
Bio: Lara Pellegrinelli received her Ph.D. in ethnomusicology from Harvard University. She is currently a Visiting Lecturer at Princeton. Her work has appeared in the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, Village Voice, Time Out New York, and National Public Radio.
With his near-religious belief in the power of harmonious sounds (not to mention his perfect posture, shining chestnut curls, and moist eyes that, several times over the course of the evening's performance, welled up with sparkling tears), Iasos would be hard to confuse for a New York musician. Though Greek-born and technically a Sausalito resident, he actually gives the impression of having come from another sphere entirely. Yet with a renowned career spanning four decades, perhaps the most out-there thing about Iasos is that this past weekend's series of three events in Brooklyn marked his New York debut. More
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on May 3rd, 2012 12:26pmLike the Tenement House Museum, with its staged rooms that make the absence of their original inhabitants palpable, transhistoria feels disconnected from the neighborhood’s own natives, even as they physically surround the project. The Guggenheim has made a vaguely colonial exercise out of translating them for outsiders.
Criss-crossing the neighborhood on two mild, sunny afternoons, I visited several of the locations on a map provided at the stillspotting ticket center, a borrowed, unfinished storefront on 75th Street. Finding my way around wouldn’t have been a problem, but this is also the neighborhood where I live. More
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on April 23rd, 2012 9:00amThe stench of sweat was almost enough to make you turn back at the door. The Rainbow Room of the Grand Prospect Hall in Brooklyn had been so heated by the tangle of dancing bodies that the windows were completely fogged under the damask drapery. Mostly empty beer cups littered tables that no one was sitting around and a hip-looking, young band stood in the middle of the crowd, blasting adrenaline-pumping rhythms. It was the eleventh hour of the Golden Festival and proof that music doesn’t require electricity to be very, very loud. More
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on January 20th, 2012 10:13am
