Are you tired of art? Bored of theatre? Revolted by modern aesthetics? Are you a jaded, cynical New Yorker, ready to turn your back on the slow death rattle of this city’s once great cultural legacy? So are we, my friend. So are we.
That’s why, this summer, we at The Brick are going commercial and selling out our integrity as fast as we can.
“What integrity,” you ask?
“That’s right,” we respond.
Introducing The Brick’s corporate sponsored, commercially viable and artistically void summer event:
No more languishing in arty obscurity. We want money and fame and high-priced hookers and we don’t care how we get them.
Formulaic crowd-pleasers. Celebrity cash cows. Lurid sex romps. Pandering rip-offs. Tits and ass and drugs and rock & roll and anything that’ll rake in the dough and get us all laid.