Love Comes To Town Records Skips after 6 Months

“At the beginning we were just trying to find our place in the neighborhood.”

For ShangHeights residents, sadly, 6 months was all that the little record shop that could could remain open.

“We definitely had an amazing reaction from people from the neighborhood, but unfortunately it didn’t transition into regular sales,” said Kathryn.

“We sort of thought that the neighborhood needed a place for music freaks to hang out, but for a lot of people, they’d rather just do their thing on the net.” said Jakob, adding, “That’s totally cool for them; it just sucks for our sales.”

All those records

While residents will miss evenings when Jakob would flip the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ and people would gather to drink MGD 18 ounce cans (suggested “donations” $2) and listen to Kathryn’s collection rare 45’s, the sonic couple will continue their online business and even hope to open up their home to the small but dedicated group they met through the store.

“We’re going to try to have like a music salon in our apartment on 58th street and share music. Believe us, this is not the last you’ve heard of LCTT Records!”

We at ShangHeights have no doubt.

The Dumper Shutters Forever

The Dumper is no more

The Dumper is no more

We all saw it coming —

ShangHeights’ beloved (and much used) party palace, appropriately known as The Dumper, is soon to be no more.

For those of you who never had the pleasure of heading down into the subterranean depths to get down and dirty, only the wild tales remain. Crawling through the bent-back chain-link fence, squeezing past the plywood over the hole left by the long gone front door, and then descending the staircase was like being born anew into a low ceilinged Christmas-light paradise of a basement.

And what a basement!basement

Think Silence of the Lambs. Think SAW. No one knows why the basement was so huge, so twisty-turny. All anyone knows is that the sound down there was amazing. And when the music was turned up, pumping the most intense Deep House or the filthiest trap,  you felt not only the need to dance and mingle, but more importantly, you felt frisky free.

Were you there in body and sweat for Dan Deacon’s 3 hour set?  Do you remember when  made the whole crowd tremble in liquid-metal synthesizer ecstasy? Everyone can probably agree though, the most memorable night at The Dumper occurred last week when the staircase collapsed, trapping partiers on the packed dance floor.  With improvised rope ladders and an old-fashioned leg up, everyone fled to the sound of ambulances and that fully sick Say My Name remix.  We all prayed for our friends and the venue we loved.

Sadly, those prayers went unanswered.

Most devastated of all is Dumper honcho and promoter Tieler Liddle, whose legendary pop-up parties on the Coney Island boardwalk and in lower Manhattan bank vaults established his reputation for hassle-free, rule-loose, pop-up party trending.

We tried unsuccessfully to reach Tieler to see if a recovery is in the cards –  he reportedly raised thousands of dollars to sustain DJ Magic Jackson,  fellow promoter and Red Hook resident whose sound equipment and extensive vinyl library were destroyed by the Superstorm.

A fundraiser, or even a legal campaign to stay the City’s Department of Housing order for demolition, seems unlikely at this point, but we should all be on the lookout for the next place to raise hell in the lower depths of Brooklyn.