Neighborhood Threat

It’s been an exceedingly pleasant August in our corner of Greenpoint. Our electric bill was cut in half, because we weren’t have to run the air conditioner every night (whether we really needed it or not) in order to drown out the Studio B Idiot Noise.

We came home on Saturday around 11:30 and found a huge crowd gathered outside Studio B. Since we hadn’t seen any movement, nor heard that any permits had been approved, this was odd to us. There was nothing on their calendar, or on any of the local concert websites about a show at Studio B. We asked someone what was going on and all we got was that the club wasn’t open yet.

Finally, when half a dozen yellow school buses pulled up onto Banker and began discharging hipsters, and one of the buses couldn’t control its alarm system, the boyfriend went out to investigate. Apparently this was a private after-party following some event in Coney Island. Many of the people who had been bused up to North Brooklyn had no idea where they ended up, nor did they have any idea how to get home. Two patrol cars drove by slowly, which prompted the security at the club to yell at the bus drivers that they couldn’t leave their buses parked there.

As the night went on, I heard regular yells from someone about how “You can go in, or you can go home, but you can’t stand outside.” I think the yelling was louder than the people outside. The loudest noises to us were the people who regrouped and tried to find taxis right underneath our windows. Neighbors whose backyards abut the club’s back wall report that it was slightly quieter, but still pretty damn loud.

This means that:
1) They didn’t do any of the work that they promised they would
2) They probably won’t do any of that work
3) They’re still flouting the law, because there was definitely dancing, and definitely people, and they definitely don’t have a cabaret license or a C of O (at least that we can find online)

But maybe I am wrong on the law when it comes to private functions. Who really knows with these people?

At least the winter is coming and the windows will be shut.

UPDATE:

There are a lot of links about Saturday night’s escapades, but the most telling one is in the comments here:

then arriving at studio b, complete chaos. a totally disorganized line on arrival, followed up by a 4 bus loads of heads that simply crushed the front door. trapped in a mass of guests several hundred deep while chaos ensues. thankfully the pro’s at studio b take control of the situation by will let all in and actually do so promptly.

music stops. lights go up at 3am and we left. several hundred poorer, a weekend lost and a load of bad vibes banked up on this minimoo/minitek bullshit crew, we depart.