Spooky? We Got Some! How long till The New York Times writes a cemetery-chic story in the Thursday Styles section? The indefatigable and big-ass Green-Wood Cemetery hosts Benjamin Feldman and his book, Butchery on Bond Street, which is, according to Mr. Feldman, “The gruesome, horrible tale of a murder more infamous in its day than O.J. is in ours. Except this time the guy got it, and got it good.” We admitted we had no prior knowledge of this case; the admirably peppy Mr. Feldman offered to immediately ride the book over on his bicycle. He also told us that Dr. Burdell—the poor sap who was butchered on Bond St—is buried in an unmarked grave at Green-Wood. “I am remedying that,” he intoned. “We are fabricating … a magnificent tombstone.” Lucky. Meanwhile, over at the quaint, yet-to-be-discovered meatpacking district, there will be a motley crew of music geeks and stoners giving the Bridge and Tunnel crowd their money’s worth as they make their way to the Highline Ballroom to hear towering six-six reggae D.J./singer/institution Eek-A-Mouse. Not only do we have to love a grown man with a name like Eek-A-Mouse, when we called to find out more about him all we got was his voice mail; “Ding, dang, bong.” New York lives!
[Green-Wood Cemetery Book Discussion, 1 p.m., Historic Chapel at Green-Wood Cemetery, 5th Avenue at 25th Street, Brooklyn; Eek-A-Mouse, HR (Bad Brains) & Dub Agents at Highline Ballroom, 9 p.m., 431 West 16th Street.]