In Defense Of Catey Shaw’s “Brooklyn Girls”  It was probably
during my seventh watching of "Brooklyn Girls," the captivating,
cloying, post-Lana Del Rey meme of a song by Catey Shaw that has
taken the Internet by (relative) storm this week, that I
realized it. The party scene, with that fence, that kitschy
strings of Christmas lights, that ornate, iron door—it all looks
exactly like the backyard of Luckydog, a bar that I pretty much
lived at during the summer of 2012. Hell, I'm 95.7% sure it is
Luckydog.  Whether or not they shot the most controversial music
video ever about white girls in Brooklyn in the backyard of a
bar I used to hang out at is immaterial, honestly. It's almost
better if it wasn't shot there and I just thought it was. It
illustrates the video's point better, that everything in it is
kinda-sorta applicable to something in the lives of pretty much
everyone who has lived in Brooklyn over the course of the past
five years.  The thing about "Brooklyn Girls," and pretty much
all pop songs of its