The draft is strange.
The Barclays Center, built on the elephant graveyard of a formerly vibrant neighborhood in northern Park Slope, is a huge edifice to modern ingenuity and change. The exterior of the arena is made of distressed iron. There’s a functional green roof. All around — on each adjoining side street — fledgling skyscrapers crawl upwards, orange construction wrap billowing. It's not that the neighborhood isn't vibrant now. It's just that the whole area is undergoing a forced rebirth. Or, at the very least, a corporate rebranding.
I remember playing a show in the area, years ago, at a small dive bar called "Freddy’s Back Room.