Dirty South: OutKast, Lil Wayne, Soulja Boy, and the Southern Rappers Who Reinvented Hip-Hop comes out on May 1, and it’s already getting some great advance notices. More details to come, but you can see announcements of the book on the sites for XXL and Respect magazine. It is also available for pre-order.
If you’re interested in a copy for review, please contact Meaghan Miller, mmiller [at] ipgbook [dot] com.
New York City’s Best Dive Bars has only been out for a couple of months, but already many of the bars I chronicled have closed down. Freddy’s, course, went under just before publication. That was just the beginning.
I tried to stop in for a drink at Lazy Catfish in Williamsburg not long ago, only to see it shuttered.
Beloved Coney Island spot Ruby’s was evicted not long ago.
The legendary Navy Yard Cocktail Lounge is no more.
Now, it looks like Mars Bar may temporarily shutter, and then move to a bigger space, which would mean it would, essentially, not be the Mars Bar anymore.
Oh, and The New York Times thinks Nassau Bar is threatened by gentrification.
Also, anyone heard from Puerto Rico USA Bar? I haven’t been by recently, but their web site is down, and no one answered when I called.
I guess the bottom line is, don’t put off visiting that “legendary” dive you’ve always heard about. Because it might be gone tomorrow.
I have been on a publicity tear for my new book, New York City’s Best Dive Bars.
I was on a podcast called Keith and the Girl, which is downloaded one million times per month. (Seriously.) I play both the “straight man” and the “funny man” at times.
I was interviewed for a very good web site called Serious Eats. Some of the food on that site makes me salivate. Likely my picture had the same effect on some people.
A great fella named Adam Poor spent an evening drinking with me in Brooklyn, and our experience is chronicled in his article for Williamsburg Greenpoint News + Arts.
Also thanks to Pat Kiernan at NY1 and Jay with Minneapple In The Big Apple for their recent coverage.
Also, tomorrow, which is Wednesday, Oct 13, I will be reading at The Trash Bar. It starts at 6:45 sharp. Details here. There will be a drinking contest….with a twist. (And I’m not talking a piece of lime rind or whatever people mean when they say they want a drink “with a twist.”)
Yo party people. Big news from dive bar land. The book is now officially out — get it on Amazon and write me a review, if you wouldn’t mind — and it is excerpted in a Village Voice cover story this week. Those three women accompanied me to every single bar I visited, incidentally.
Here’s an excerpt of the excerpt:
Anyone who says that gentrified New York lacks dive bars is nuts. Sure, we no longer have McGurk’s Suicide Hall, the Bowery haunt frequented by sailors and low-rent prostitutes that was thought to be the place to take one’s own life. But we’ve still got the historic rooms, the cultural diversity, and the unquenchable thirst to make for a great dive-bar town.
Don’t forget, I’ve got my first reading tonight, 8 pm at Port 41, 355 West 41st Street (at Ninth Avenue). But it will be less like a traditional reading and more like a surreal, mind-bending journey into consciousness. Seriously, my friend Dillon, a renowned artist, is helping me put it together, and it will be fun and strange, with a lot of prizes, some valuable and some less so.
Hopefully see you there — otherwise, keep checking back here under Appearances for upcoming events, a couple of which are already planned.
New York City’s Best Dive Bars: Drinking and Diving in the Big Apple comes out in just a few days.
If you pre-order, it should be at your house by the end of next week. If you’d prefer an autographed copy, however, there will be a number of opportunities to hear me read in the coming months.
These will not be run-of-the-mill readings, however; not only will they be held in the finest, most surreal spots in NYC, but they’ll mix in strange performances by some of the city’s finest and tipsiest artists, as well as giveaways, and, probably, something to do with the band Skid Row.
The first is Wednesday, October 6, at Port 41, a Hell’s Kitchen dive bar of the finest caliber. (Address, time, and other info on this blog’s brand new “Appearances” button.) It’s a bikini bar, but not toooo sleazy, and surprisingly inexpensive. Don’t order any of the beers on tap, however. They all taste the same, which is to say, like warm, de-carbonated Miller High Life.
But, don’t take my word for it. Here’s a testimonial from the bar’s site:
For what it is, this spot is excellent. Yes, it’s a dive bar, accept it. Lets check the amenities at this supposedly “bland” bar. A mounted hippo head. Cheap beers on tap and bottle including Guinness on tap. …Well lit, but not annoyingly bright. Plenty of infra-red security cams for all you fraidy cats and would-be criminals in addition to a 24hr NYPD security booth literally right outside the place. Low key security who get the job done when need be, but are almost invisible otherwise. A wildly varied clientele in terms of age, sex and personality. Oh and um, last but not least, attractive bartenders wearing bikinis all day every day. In addition, all the bartenders are unique personalities and very friendly unless you’re a fool or a nasty drunk (tip them well). All in all a great find in Hell’s kitchen for a quick beer before your bus or train as well as for a night of drunken madness. You’ll have more fun here than at any similar bar in the vicinity.
Here that? In the vicinity. See you there!
My dive bars book will be sent to the printer’s shortly, and will be available October 1. If you would like to demonstrate your true fandom, however, you can pre-order it for the odd price of $8.73 on Barnes and Noble’s web site, or, if you would prefer to pay a just as odd, but slightly higher, price, on Amazon.com for $10.36.
Yo, party people. An update on my projects: New York City’s Best Dive Bars is being edited, and will see release this fall, likely in October. I’m working on getting some hard-drinking, somewhat-famous Gothamites to write blurbs. Andrew W.K. take my calls! In the meantime, stay tuned to this site, because in the next month or two I will start announcing readings, which will be held in the finest shitholes around town.
As for Dirty South, that too is being edited, but, because it’s a bigger book, won’t be out until the spring or summer. (Likely May.) I finished the first draft of the manuscript last week, and I’m really happy with it. I got most of the interviews I wanted, and writing it was tremendously fulfilling. I felt like I was wrapped in a warm cocoon most days, or in the tender embrace of an Oscar-winning actress.
I had a great time in the south, and I’d like to give a shout to Shea, Larami, Inna, Doug, John, Rodney, Jamila, Leah and Jonathan for letting me crash at their pads. Believe it or not, I stayed in hotels, too, and I’d like to thank Shreveport, Lousiana’s Diamond Jack’s Casino for my ultra-suave room. There was a TV in the bathroom!
P.S. Also thanks to Ben B. in DC for this web site. It’s the bomb dot com.