July 2016

 As the new condo buildings rise in SoHo, the historical perspective as to how we got here fades. Few of the swells dropping seven and even eight figure checks on the table for their new digs have much knowledge about why SoHo really is SoHo. Yes, they might know that the acronym stands for south of Houston Street, and that Warhol and Castelli were on West Broadway around the same time in the 70's, but what about the raw lofts, fixture fees and guerrilla art?


      Once again, I find myself not that surprised but very pleased at the talent that Brian Newman introduces to a wider audience. And once again, I experienced these two talents for the first time at the Django, the cellar level venue of the Roxy Hotel, which is a venue that I swear by and consider my new home base for live music. On June 17th, Brian invited two acts to share the stage with him; the legendary Jose Feliciano, and the up and coming Carly and Martina.


 The sparse SoHo street art exhibits are more low-key now. Fewer artists exhibit their work than in the eighties and nineties when residents were up in arms over the crowded sidewalks. 


 Recently, more interested in knowing why there was a line on the periphery of SoHo, not even close to the once cobblestoned West Broadway thoroughfare, lines started forming around 10 a.m. on Broome Street and 6th Avenue. It seemed like an anomaly. There were no designer clothing sales like Barney's and SoHo isn't particularly known for people willing to line up for anything. Not any more.