This past Saturday a club/music venue called Tonic was closed because it couldn't pay the raising rent on the Lower East Side. A huge mega-condo moved in next door, and I guess that might have something to do with it. Condo on the left, Tonic on the right:

For the past decade or so (I think) it was a premiere venue for experimental-type music. John Zorn played there Friday night, and on Saturday a bunch of musicians went in and played until they were literally thrown out by the police. Here's a picture of Marc Ribot (plays guitar on a bunch of Tom Waits albums) being arrested for refusing to leave the stage. It's no big deal, he's not going to jail or anything, but it kinda makes you groan when you see it.

Apparently, when it was announced that Tonic would close, $100,000 was raised to try to save it. But I guess this wasn't enough or it was too late. I saw one show there, Petra Hayden. It was a good show, but there were only around fifty people in the audience. I expected it to sell out, so maybe part of the problem is people can't even afford tickets to these kinds of things.
Last week I saw Shortbus, which isn't a great movie, but there was one scene that was really affecting, where this woman breaks down and cries because she doesn't think she'll be able to afford living in New York any more. It's corny, but it's a feeling I've had a couple times since moving here.
My semester is wrapping up in about a month. This summer I want to do an internship at an independent film production company, which means I won't be paid. It sucks, because even if NYC had Ann Arbor-level rents I'd feel confident that I could pull it off, but it's a little scary with our insane rents we pay for out tiny studio in Harlem. What the deal? Who can actually afford this city?