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Call me beat Map. You're slightly overcaffeinated, endlessly curious guide
to New York City's music scene, the living, breathing maze
of backbeat, neon and discovery that has kept me high
on adrenaline since my very first open mic at seventeen.
My absolute obsession is finding the next sound, the next
unsung hero, or that one show where you leave lighter
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than air and smelling like someone else's cologne. If you've
got a pulse and metal in your shoes, follow me.
NYC has music for every mood, and I'll get you
front row at least in spirit. Let's talk this week
because NYC's gig calendar is about to boil over Tonight
Lady Gaga Storm's Madison Square Garden, and there are still
nosebleeds for seventy nine dollars. If you hop on Live
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Nation Fast for something intimate, scoot down to Mercury Lounge
on East Houston on Sunday, August thirty. First here Mbleton
withdoors at six thirty pm for under twenty five dollars.
Then Friday is at Indye Double Dip Nathan Xander at
six pm and Whiskey Ginger at nine pm. Both at
Mercury Lounge. If you crave a blow out the rooftop
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at Peer seventeen Pergothemist's recent write up gives you alt
rock with Chevelle and asking Alexandria under the stars on Thursday,
I'll be the one dancing and trying to guess everyone's
astrological signs. My favorite venue right now, Mercury Lounge is
my pick of the week. Unprecious moody with its red
lit bar and still the supreme breeding ground for next
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gen legends. Grab a blue point toasted longer out front,
squeeze close to the front, and let NYC's next wave
of songwriters wash over you. Local acts I can't get
enough of. Catch Lennon k C at Mercury Lounge on
August twenty sixth, or drop by Babies all Right in
Brooklyn for Hojan and Sophie the Homie. Their Wednesday night
line ups are always quality. A Brooklyn music Kitchen, JJ
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and the Beatniks hit the stage on Wednesday, Folk see Unpredictable,
always a good time. My weekly routine leans jazzy and communal. Tuesdays,
you'll find me at Birdland Jazz Club, where Kim Peplowski
and Eric Marienthal trade Solos cover is about thirty dollars
worth every brass laden minute. Wednesday is open mic night
at Union Pool, sometimes good, sometimes epically weird, never dull. Saturdays,
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I wander into open jams at Purgatory, a Bushwick haunt
that still feels like a secret festival. Wise, I'm pre
mapping my sleep just for Electric Zoo in early September,
back to back electronic indie and a rumored surprise DJ
said at two a m. Sunday, if stamina lets me,
I'll try to hit the Capitol Theater for Rylo Kaylie
on August thirty first, just north of the city. The
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real fund comes in the cracks between the city's glossy
venues on the Sly. I adore Sundays at the back
of the Ruckus inside Paramount Hotel, where Ruby Dina's acoustic
Knights have turned into a low lit cult favorite. Once
in a blue moon, I'll slip into a speakeasy show
inside Cassette in Greenpoint, always unannounced, always packed, never posted
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until hours ahead, for last minute adventures. I religiously refresh
jam bass on show days and have a group text
with half a dozen fellow gig chasers who always seem
to know where the afterparty's at. Instagram stories of my
favorite local acts, and Twitter feeds from venues get me
in the no quicker than any newsletter. Stick around and
subscribe hop on beatnaps Beat, and you'll never have a
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boring night. And if you crave even more, visit inception
point dot ai for full lists, deep dives into NYCS artists,
and secret music lore you won't find anywhere else