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When I heard that the Ohio Theater in SoHo was having landlord issues, I thought it would be a good idea to research the theater scene in SoHo and see what was going on. This turned out to be a much harder task than I thought it would be as I encountered many of the theaters’ stubborn and uncooperative administrative staff. 


As anyone who has been through it could tell you, Family Therapy just isn't fun. And unfortunately, it's usually employed too late in the game. So when the Bernstein family packs the kids into the minivan to meet with a therapist, we all know that a big announcement is about to be made. The teenaged brother and sister and ten year-old brother all know that their parents are on the verge of splitting up, so the divorce announcement does not shock them. What does pull the rug out from under their feet is the main reason for the split: their dad is gay.


Topshop has landed stateside in our very own neighborhood and New Yorkers can’t wait to check it out. Customers have been lined up from its Broadway location all the way around the block on Broome St. 


This is cram weekend for procrastinating film buffs. The Oscars will air in less than 48 hours and chances are pretty good that you—like the rest of us—have not seen every film nominated for a major award. Instead of trying to get the last seat for a screening of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, we'd like to recommend Waltz With Bashir, Israel's submission for Best Foreign Language Film.


Debauchery, mayhem and jest are only the first three adjectives that come to mind when describing "The Exclamationist" and, fittingly, the opening brought much of the same.

New Yorkers have always looked back nostalgically to a time when the city was better/safer/more dangerous/more exciting/cheaper/friendlier/sexier, etc. This is especially true for Times Square; we tend to resent the tourist-friendly mecca for its crowds and sanitized, mainstream ways.


Eli Klein Fine Art continues to keep things innovative in the SoHo art world with their group show, featuring fourteen contemporary Chinese artists.


As a struggling musician myself, it would be easy for me to hate World/Inferno Friendship Society. They’ve managed to build up an enviable cult following with practically no help from radio or indie taste-making-blogger-snobs, they put on consistently great shows that make all the kids dance, and they stole my former bass player.


Normally, Jam Bands make us cringe here at the SoHo Journal. The length of the songs, the bad dancing, the patchouli. No thanks. Therefore, jam bands comprised of young white dudes earnestly trying to play traditional African music should make us cringe really, reallyhard. Like, “Ow, the muscles in my neck are starting to hurt” hard.


The City budget, presumably like every budget in the country, is going to be tight in the next couple of years. And as any public school student can tell you, the arts are usually the first to be cut. So lets keep supporting the arts in any way we can. That could mean not asking to be on the guest list when your friend’s band plays, or actually paying the suggested admission at the Met instead of paying one dollar just because it’s allowed.