Summertime in Brooklyn is filled with festivals and street fairs that include live bands and DJs. So many that as you can imagine the level of sound and participation wanes quite a bit. We have a neighborhood block party that happens right after Spike Lee's famous spectacle, one block down. Maybe for that reason, the music levels reach unimaginable volumes, and its sure to keep one beat the entire day, and night. There is little offering from the non-community type adjacent restaurants nearby. Maybe you'll catch a couple of people dancing, trying to kick-start festivities that never come. It's slightly bleak, in other words. In fact this year for hours, a car alarm accompanied the constant beat and everyone who lives within a 3 block radius suffered through it. We wanted to eat but our living room thumped so hard, that it became impossible so we tried the bedroom that faces the other side and even though the noise was still audible, we were able to watch our girl, Natasha Lyonne in Poker Face while eating on the corner of the bed.
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