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Almost Time Again to Say RIP to Yet Another DIY Part of NYC

Once I passed the two-decade mark as a prisoner, I mean resident of New York City, I realized that it was perhaps time to move on. After all, the Big Apple’s siren call, which drew me here to the first place, had become increasingly (and rapidly) muted.

But alas, not as long as others had hoped. Today it was announced that Silent Barn will soon be closing its doors. On April 30, 2018.

I was a member during the very early days, a statement that some might find contentious, depending on whom you talk to; as is the case with any scene, especially one with ties with music and art, everyone has their own narrative. As such, my time with Babycastles was equally contentious, as well as brief.

Yet it was long enough to allow me to throw a zine launch party at Silent Barn’s original incarnation. Not long after that was a full-on show, a showcase of both indie games and commercial games that were off-beat and experimental. There was also music, of course…

When Babycastles said goodbye to the Times Square space was when I walked away as well, to concentrate on events on the behalf of Attract Mode, which would take place in Toronto, Seattle, even New York again a few times. Though I never forgot where it all started, where I came across folk who were weird in their own way, yet also weird in the same way I was too.

Silent Barn was a place where anything could happen, no matter how crazy the idea. Even yours. Because there were others willing to help make it happen… and where you wanted to see their crazy ideas coalesce as well, so you too pitched in. Again, April 30th will be the last day for Silent Barn’s current Brooklyn location, in Bushwick. A part of me assumes that it’ll find a new home, like it has before. The spirit will live on, and it will thrive again. Right?