The first time, we thought, how quaint. The second time, why, what an interesting coincidence.
The third time? Now it’s just plain scary.
It seems like every few months the New Yorker is reading our blog or home page, and picking their stories accordingly.
Example #1. The XX. They played here last year, and week or so after the show was announced, the New Yorker ran a feature on them. Example #2. Arcade Fire. They were announced to play here, and – you guessed it – not too soon after, their kind Canadian faces graced the New Yorker’s pages.
Now it’s Bill Callahan (aka Smog.)
He’s playing here June 19th. We announced it a few weeks back. Tickets still available. And if you just happened to turn to page 124, there it is, a feature on Bill. Something about him being depressed.
Ahh, the New Yorker, always one step behind the Henry Miller Library.
It’d be kinda cool if it weren’t so unfortuntae.
I mean, they never even call us. No fact checkers – no nothing. I know we’re on the cutting edge of the arts, but are we that intimidating?
Perhaps. And if that is the case, I’d like to make the following personal appeal to David Remnick.
You’re clearly reading these words – our Web analytics show serious Web traffic emanating from downtown Manhattan. (We also see you’re playing a stealth game of solitaire on your PC.)
We’d like to officially welcoming you to the Henry Miller Library family. From now on, there is no need to hide in the e-shadows. No need to cyber-snoop our upcoming calendar of amazing events for inspiration.
Emerge from the darkness and embrace us fully.
We are here, arms outstretched – see? We are approachable and nice.
C’mere you big lug.
You can also text me.
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