New York Number 1
It's been a while, so let's get started....
I was in NYC last week. It was mainly to see the mighty Hooper play at Lakeside Lounge on Saturday. Superduper fun. They rocked and the place was packed. And I recorded it and shot some pix. The recording may or may not be forthcoming, depending on what the band has to say about that, but the pix are up.
After the show....long after....Jocko and I stayed around late enough for both Lakeside and San Loco to be locked up, with us inside.
A quick word about San Loco. It's incomparable. I've never been there before 0300. At least once I've gotten there at 0510, when they've just closed, but are still inside, counting money heartlessly. Another time Brian and I have been wandering around in Brooklyn at 0400, and decided to hop a cab just to get to San Loco before the close. (That might have been the time that Carrie yelled at us when we got back to their place: "THANKS FOR CALLING!" Though that might have been another time too, which involved me asleep at a diner. Hard to say.) The point is, that San Loco is worth almost any tribulation or consequence.
Sunday was a day of rest and recovery. It was crystal clear and warm. There was brunch. Strolling. A simply fantastic LTD. A look at Brian and Carrie's new digs, with an expansive view of lower Manhattan and Lady Liberty. Dinner. A third and fourth time through the tape of the show.
Monday was Train Back To Reality Day. First I had lunch with my uncle near his new(ish) office in SoHo. Then I was whisked, in the splendor of an Acela Express, back to Boston.
Tuesday was Deal With Reality Day. Which I postponed as much as possible by sleeping somewhat late, and merely washing the car.
And today it spittled rain.
