In case you all haven’t heard (and if you don’t live in NY it probably doesn’t mean a lot to ya), my friendly neighborhood watering hole/rock club has shuttered its doors, as of March 31st. The town is Brooklyn, the hood is Brooklyn Heights (or Boerum Hill, if ya like), the street is Atlantic Avenue, and the place that I will now thoroughly miss is Magnetic Field.
From the days that Steve Hall and I both moved to the neighborhood from the nearby Carroll Gardens in 2002, we had met many a night at good ol’ Mags. I have great memories there and always loved the staff… big ups to Devon, to name a fave! As a music-lover, I was always the one trying to sway the group towards Mags because I would always hear cool shit there, whether it was a band, a DJ, or simply Lee’s iPod. And it rocked, goddammit! No disrespect, but never would you hear Shakira or the new Timberlake single there. Or the song they did together, because I’m sure they did.
And maybe for that reason it was the great escape. Like the music that was played there, Magnetic Field was the ultimate throwback. A throwback from the days when people knew each other at bars and gathered for the love of music rather than the love of a scene. But maybe I just see it through rose-colored glasses since I spent so much good time there over the past 5 years. Read on to recap some memories…
