A high-end Wauwatosa apartment complex -- called The Enclave -- will soon be in the works. The $24 million project, located at 1200 N. 62nd St., received support from the Federal Housing Administrationâ€™s HUD program and will offer upscale rental opportunities in Tosa.
Demolition of the existing mix of industrial buildings is scheduled to begin within the next 30 days with an anticipated groundbreaking in early April 2011. Â Occupancy is expected for May 1, 2012.
An outdoor pool, club room, business center, exercise facility and green roof gardens are some of the highlighted common area amenities.
Also in housing news, Park Lafayette Towers, a 272-unit property located at 1918 E. Layfayette Pl., appointed Mandel Property Services Inc. ("MPSI") as the new management and leasing agent.
Mandel owns or manages over 3,000 luxury and market-rate apartments in metropolitan Milwaukee and Madison, as well as multiple condominium communities and commercial developments.
Park Layfayette Towers offers condo-like apartments, off street parking, a work-out center and cityscape views. Currently, 65 percent of the units are occupied.
I admit it: I am not a Packers fan. I tried to get it up for football for a number of years -- I was married, after all, to a guy from Green Bay -- and I even went to a couple of games. But I never got snared by the olâ€™ Lambeau lair.
So, like other non-football fans, I grocery shop during games. (And I complain, every time, about the lack of buns selection.) And sometimes I mouth off on Facebook -- as well as during my weekly segment with Kramp and Adler -- about how annoyed I am with Packermania.
But this Web site, Packers-suck.com, takes it a few yards too far. Itâ€™s disrespectful to people with disabilities and it generates unnecessary negativity.
This site, ironically, one of the reasons what I donâ€™t like about sports. (Except duck-pin bowling, croquette and all-girl roller derby.) Nobody has to suck. In fact, nobody has to be a winner or a loser. Yeah, yeah, I know: wrap me in a rainbow poncho and draw a yin-yang on my neck, but seriously. Itâ€™s just not the way I play my game in this life.
However, all of my Pack smack talking aside, I donâ€™t think anyone sucks and, truth be told, a part of me is happy for my Packers-loving friends. Even though I am so sick of green and gold that -- at this point -- it looks more like baby puke and urine to me.
Last night, Liz Phair fans showed up at Turner Hall Ballroom to check in with the iconic â€˜90s rocker who dominated the indie scene, then the college radio scene, then clamored for pop princess status -- fell on her pretty face -- and disappeared for years while she produced music for television among other projects.
Last July, she self-released an album called "Funstyle," and then apologized on her Web site for doing so.
"You were never supposed to hear these songs. These songs lost me my management, my record deal and a lot of nights of sleep. Yes, I rapped one of them. I'm as surprised as you are. But here is the thing you need to know about these songs and the ones coming next: These are all me. Love them, or hate them, but don't mistake them for anything other than an entirely personal, un-tethered-from-the-machine, free for all view of the world, refracted through my own crazy lens. This is my journey. I'll keep sending you postcards. - Liz"
So the big question last night for some Phair fans was, "Where is she now?"
Not surprisingly, like all of us, Phair doesnâ€™t easily fit into a niche. On the one hand, she looked like a total L.A. girl with long blond hair and a skinny girl body in a tight bodice. She referenced her all-raw diet, but also poked fun at it. "Am I glowing yet?" she asked. "No? And why do I keep running to the bathroom? Iâ€™m sorry. That was inappropriate. I have a little bit of Touretteâ€™s."
She also complained about the Milwaukee weather and invited fans to visit her in L.A. We canâ€™t blame her for that, it was negative degrees outside last night.
But on the other hand, she delivered a 90-minute concert of pure rock â€˜nâ€™ roll, opening with "Supernova" from her successful 1994 "Whip-Smart" album. She sounded great (despite the questionable acoustics in Turner Hall), looked like she was having a blast ("I used to be terrified, but now I really enjoy being here," she said) and proved to be conscious of her predominantly aging hipster fan base by ch…