The Q at Parkside

(for those for whom the Parkside Q is their hometrain)

News and Nonsense from the Brooklyn neighborhood of Lefferts and environs, or more specifically a neighborhood once known as Melrose Park. Sometimes called Lefferts Gardens. Or Prospect-Lefferts Gardens. Or PLG. Or North Flatbush. Or Caledonia (west of Ocean). Or West Pigtown. Across From Park Slope. Under Crown Heights. Near Drummer's Grove. The Side of the Park With the McDonalds. Jackie Robinson Town. Home of Lefferts Manor. West Wingate. Near Kings County Hospital. Or if you're coming from the airport in taxi, maybe just Flatbush is best.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Straight Outa Compost

Never did like that band, Smashing Pumpkins. I don't think they wrote a single decent song and that voice...that screeching, nasal, whine...what was up with that? At least the "yarl" of Eddie Veder and company - which can be traced back to Cher by the way - at least that had some warmth to it. On occasion. "Can't Find a Butter Man" indeed. Never liked the Pearl Jam either. Or STP. Actually you can have the whole darn decade if you want it. All the interesting stuff was happening in electronica and hip hop, though I was too busy grunging to truly appreciate it. And I'm confident time will prove me true. Youth Movements are powerful aphrodisiacs though. As if youth needed any more help feeling horny.

Here's the tie-in. The fabulous Q Gardens, over by the Q train at Church, is hosting a Pumpkin Smashing. Bring your jack-o-lanterns on Sunday and add them to the compost pile. Sunday at 3.


Anonymous said...

Let me guess. You loved dinosaur jr. And pavement.

Clarkson FlatBed said...

Neither. I liked Brainiac, Minutemen, anything George Clinton, Prince, Joni, Tribe, Public Enemy, Can, Beefheart, Jesus Lizard, Fugazi and lots of disco...just as much a cliche as anything else, but on the rhythmic and edgy tip. I never cared for lethargy-rock. For Grunge, give me Soundgarden, but never Alice in Chains. It was hard work to be a music fan back then. You had to pretend not to like the Chili Peppers. Without the internet it was more word of mouth and whatever was playing at the club or record store. But it was easy to be quirky. I loved the Raspberries, for instance. I remember the first cell phone we brought on a tour. That was a game-changer - you could call the club on your way, or book a replacement gig from the road. We kept it in a sock, socky we called it. We had to take turns when calling our boy or girlfriends. Memories. Like the corners of my van.