We ended up at a bar called Johnson's on the Lower East Side, Essex and something (Rivington?) Anyway $2 PBR's and the strangest people to be found in a bar on a Wednesday night. A fashion designing pro inline skater, a hardcore MJ enthusiast, an old tubby man who severely looked like the Mad King George and was 49 but looked 65 and lived in Staten Island. Our next stop was Motor City, possibly my favorite bar on the Lower East Side. There are car seats as makeshift booze, every guy has long hair and every girl has tattoos. There is a nice homage to Detroit including a big ole Redwing banner above the bar. Worth the extra dollar for the PBRs. I can't believe I would ever want to go anywhere else.
I'm getting a tattoo.
On the ride back over the Queensboro, Radiohead came on my ipod and I had one of those moments when I realized how damn happy I was to be in NYC. Everything fit: my buzz, the view of the skyline, its reflection in the river, my best friend next to me riding a clangy cruiser we aptly named the Cadillac DeJill. Tonight my dinner cost me 70 bucks and that kind of pissed me off though and I rescinded my Gatsby-and-Garfunkle 59th St moment of bliss. That's the city.
Great artist I've been listening too: Richmond Fontaine. Download Thirteen Cities.
THE CADILLAC DEJILL!!!! YEAH!!!
ReplyDeleteNew York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, you're safer
And you're wasting my time
Our records all show
You are filthy but fine
But they shuttered your stores
When you opened the doors
To the cops who were bored
Once they'd run out of crime
New York, you're perfect
Don't please don't change a thing
Your mild billionaire mayor's
Now convinced he's a king
So the boring collect
I mean all disrespect
In the neighborhood bars
I'd once dreamt I would drink
New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
There's a ton of the twist
But we're fresh out of shout
Like a death in the hall
That you hear through your wall
New York, I Love You
But you're freaking me out
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you're bringing me down
Like a death of the heart
Jesus, where do I start?
But you're still the one pool
Where I'd happily drown
And oh.. Take me off your mailing list
For kids that think it still exists
Yes, for those who think it still exists
Maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And myabe you're right
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right
And Oh..
Maybe mother told you true
And they're always be something there for you
And you'll never be alone
But maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And just maybe she's wrong
Maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And if so, is there?
Let's run away to Brooklyn together! Will and I are moving there next for sure.
ReplyDeleteJill: love that song!