Walking through the East Village is rough these days, meatheads, frat dudes and dudettes on the sidewalk gurgling mimosas while concealing their pro-Trump paraphernalia under their pastel polos. But—I digress, just a reminder that the area was once actually a hub of intellect, the right type of idiocy and art. Nothing will ever come close to CBGB (I presume) so the closest we’re going to get is some stellar footage. The Kitchen not only has this footage but is screening it for free.
All ages, details here.