So we're traipsing around the Village last night, trying to kill an hour because Mary's Fish Camp? It takes like a fucking fortnight to get a space at the flingin' flangin' bar. Anyway, we are as far afield from our promised treif repast as Cornelia Street, fortunately a good while before the rain, and we randomly stumble upon dozens of musicians in the middle of the street performing Terry Riley's In C, with many more standing around enjoying or WTFing. It wasn't something I'd want to stick around for much of, but the fact of it happening there gave me an odd rush of pride in my current adopted hometown.
(Happy Anniversary to me and New York next Tuesday. Three years is the leather anniversary: somewhat appropriate since you have to be a little bit of a bondage bottom to live here. "Please sir jack my rent up again sir! Ow! Thank you sir!")
2 comments:
Ha! Great blog. Some friends of mine perform semi-regularly at Cornelia Street...(Wendy Gilles is awesome) great food there too. Anyway, the main reason why i'm posting this is because I loved your comment about masochism as related to New York rent. Happy anniversary, I'm 1 year ahead of you. :)
Ah thanks, Liz, for commenting on this most lonely entry which nobody had noticed, I think. And happy Fruit/Flowers anniversary with NYC. (Actually the listing I found had two separate lists, the traditional and the contemporary, but the contemporary is ((I shit you not)) appliances, and nobody wants a hand mixer for their anniversary.)
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