Last year my college friends Anna and Jason moved uptown---way uptown, like almost in
I noticed a bunch of cool buildings as I bounced from
For those of you who haven’t been, the United Palace Theater is a beautiful 3,500-person theater that, as my cubicle mate Aaron aptly describes, doubles as a “praise the lord Jesus” church on weekend. But, except for the one excited hipster I saw waltzing out of his gentrified apartment across the street and into the theater (I wonder how many times he has said “I told you so since the United Palace opened) the audience was mostly made up of below 125 Street dwellers: a mutt like mix 16 year old suburbanites, retired jamband kids and hipsters still confused there are 161 blocks north of 14th St.
The show wasn’t sold-out which came as a surprise to most of my friends. Believe it or not, jambands still outdraw most pop acts, especially pop acts whose target demographic is high-schools on a weeknight. As far as I can tell, this is mostly because your average pop-music fan will usually catch a band only once in a lifetime and almost always only catch a band once a tour. While standing between the bathroom and the bar I did meet an affable high-school student sporting a
After the show, we followed the masses to the nearest A Train entrance and spent the next hour on the subway trying to figure out how it can take sixty minutes to move three miles underground in a city where everything seems to move a mile a minute aboveground. Oh, and a word of advice: for those of you venturing uptown for Bjork or Arcade Fire this week walk two blocks north (towards Westchester) and head west (towards Jersey) to 177th Street after the show to avoid some serious Coventry-style congestion.