"Berkeley Place" has been my blog since 2000, at various sites.
Berkeley Place is also 6 blocks of Brooklyn real estate, emerging from Sackett St. and ending at Banana Hill, a small park that grows a foot each year from accumulated dog poop and dead rats. Though its denizens have gotten wealthier over the decades, Berkeley Place still houses folks of all backgrounds with interests in, well, everything.
I listen to all submissions of entire albums. However, with rare exceptions I will not review material protected by the RIAA--I will do so only when the band is small, top notch, and provides legal links to mp3s. So Sony, BMG, etc., don't start sending me crap. I'm not interested.
I will review only submissions that I can recommend. I'm not here to do negative reviews. Unless you really want one.
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hahaha I have one in the green area and want a bunch in the red. the descriptions are priceless.
Comment by Hanan — July 20, 2009 @ 2:57 pm
I’m so effin’ sick of tattoos. Neither sexy or cool, they are so overdone. Get one if you’re in a bike gang, the navy, or jail the only remaining acceptable reasons. Otherwise, try using your brain to figure out another way of making that personal statement.
Comment by Dave C. — July 22, 2009 @ 4:58 pm