Archive for September, 2014

Graceful Exit

Posted on: September 30th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

Grace was very glad to be at the Open Stage.

“I’ll definitely be back,” she said, smiling ear to ear. She had come down for the Climate Change thingamabob, and knew people who were hitting the Sidewalk, so she joined them, and started filming a variety of acts as she saw them.

“There’s just so much amazing talent here,” she said, “People doing their own thing, speaking truth – their own personal truth. It’s just beautiful. I think you’re beautiful. I love you all.”

She hugged and departed.

It was nice to see someone so enthusiastic – and not a performer. I hope she comes back.

Kenny D!

Posted on: September 28th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

Kenny Davidsen, from AntiFolk 1999, has been in Las Vegas for a few years now. What’s he been doing? You can read all about it here:

Back in the day, he recorded his first album, 88 Broken Strings, as a live recording at the Sidewalk. There’s no mention of it on the site., but the album that is referred to was produced by another AF alumn, Brian Wurschum, of the Voyces. It all comes together, when you dig deep into the history of AntiFolk…



Posted on: September 27th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

Like every year, the late Tuli Kupferberg’s birthday will be celebrated at the Sidewalk on a Sunday afternoon. This year will be the 91st birthday of Kupferberg – one of the founders of the protopunk band, the Fugs.

This tribute afternoon, featuring acts like Jeff Lewis, Steve Espinola and Peter Stampfel, will raise funds for Picture the Homeless, and starts at 3pm.

Check it out.

Like John Kessel

Posted on: September 24th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

Barry Bliss’s latest album, called Last One, purporting to be his final release, features a song called “Sidewalk.” It’s about Bliss’ origins in the scene, and then name checks a series of acts he recalls through his fifteen years in the trenches of AntiFolk.

There are a lot of names.Maybe yours is among them.

The whole album is here.

All Around the World

Posted on: September 24th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

As we begin to anticipate the upcoming Lachfest, it may be time to look at the wider world of AntiFolk around us.
Lach, as you may recall, is the titular founder of the AntiFolk movement, and is currently holding down the Fort in Edinborough, which narrowly avoided risking its European Union status. You can learn more about this foundling father at, the UK AntiFolk site, which is celebrating its tenth anniversary (not the website; the UK AF movement. Keep up, people)!

So, Lach is coming back to town mid-month, and will be celebrating all things Lach at a series of Sidewalk nights. More to come on them, clearly.

As he arrives back in the States and the City, he’ll come to grips with some of the ways AntiFolk has stretched out in his absence. Among them, the expansion of M. Lamar’s empire. Getting reviews in classy publications and doing shows on Houston Street show just how far this artist has gone (six blocks south, apparently). Learn more through the Times.

The world is AntiFolk’s oyster apparently. Let’s eat.

Ye Olde Guard

Posted on: September 18th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

This Friday’s schedule ends with some older school AntiFolk acts, including the wizened and ancient Rebecca Florence on piano – less than a week after her band Soul Candy’s show during the esteemed Coach-ella.

Stephen Stavola follows at 9:00 pm, also playing on the piano, but perhaps for the last time. Stavola has spoken of fleeing the City of New York, so there might be few further chances to experience him again.

No so with Debe Dalton the 10:00 pm act. The banjo player has already left New York City, and has no plans to make that kind of mistake again.

These are some of the finest that AntiFolk has to offer. What possible reason could you have to miss it?

Fruity as a Nutcake

Posted on: September 17th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

Nico West – that fruity songwriter – is bring a bagful of songs about fruit to the Sidewalk again. His current project is playing songs solely on topics relating to fruit – though he does stretch far enough to discuss the tomato’s role in the fruit family (including the bridge lyric, “I reject reality!”).

His opening act is Barry Bliss, who has chosen to play out less and less, so it might be in your best interests to see him perform while you can.

The Diabological Return of Eugene Ripper

Posted on: September 15th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

Canadian Fast Folk Underground emigre Eugene Ripper is returning to our lands this coming Wednesday. He’s playing on a bill right after The Miele Sister’s Variety Show. He played in New York back in the 90s, seeming as representative of that early acoustic punk AntiFolk sound as any of those ‘Merican acts playing around.

You can get a sense of the style in the video at


Posted on: September 12th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments
Joe Yoga is encouraging everyone to go out this Saturday to Coach-ella, “a sick lineup of rocking Antifolk superstars in support of the world’s greatest rock and roll band, Coach.”
Coach  is a multi-state two piece group that sometimes plays New York, sometimes plays Philadelphia, and always entertains. Yoga things that it would be a mistake to miss the event. “It’s like Lollapalooza – except relevant.”
Featuring Kung Fu Crimewave, fresh off their own Kung Fu Palooza, as well as Gay, Walter Ego debuting a full band, and much much more. The show, according to Yoga, is “guaranteed to change your life, or your money AND your time back.”
With a promise like that, who can possibly miss it?

Open Stage Antics

Posted on: September 9th, 2014 by Jon Berger No Comments

The Monday Night Open Stage was winding down, most of the acts had performed, most of the acts had left. One more was going on before Ben Krieger, host with the most, was going to wrap things up. It was after one, so the one-song wonder round was in full effect for the rest of the night.

Some french chick hit the stage. guitar in hand, and she did her song. Then she began her second.

“Thank you,” Kriger said, “it’s just one song.”

Frenchie didn’t seem to understand, and continued with her second song.

Ben interrupted to reiterate: “It’s one song apiece.”

She played on, so the lights went down, and the volume turned off. And still she played, until Krieger put on effects, just as he had at the top of the evening, during his introduction. It stopped her cold, and, flustered, she left the stage, calling Krieger an asshole.

In the audience was the French-speaking Shelita, who explained that she’d chatted with the French girl to tell her the rules. Frenchie, apparently, understood what was expected of her, and defied it, like some latter-day resistance fighter.

It was very much like the start of the evening, where some manic Floridian did a poem, two songs, with lots of commentary in between. It was an evening rife with foreigners taking advantage.

Come back any time…