Tweets from NYC. Or… New York without a cell phone.
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Thursday, April 9, 6:50pm. I’m stuck the Jersey side of the Holland Tunnel, in a holiday period drive-from-hell where every bridge and tunnel is jammed up.
Thursday, April 9, 8:05pm. Traffic finally cleared on Manhattan Bridge, bags dropped in Park Slope, have cabbed into Manhattan and made it to Paper Magazine’s Beautiful People party.
Thursday April 9, 8:15pm. 3,000 people are on line. Ignore them, walk to velvet ropes with confidence, drop right name, breeze in and have Skyy vodka and Red Bull in hand already. Love it.
Thursday April 9, 8:23pm. Woman gets her high hell stuck in my shoe lace. We dance for a while till we can separate ourselves.
Thursday April 9, 8:25pm. Without having seen Paper Mag’s Beautiful People issue, don’t know who’s a beautiful person as opposed to just… pretty, I guess.
Thursday April 9, 8:30pm. Repeat after me: We are all beautiful people. Especially the guy with the Bad Brilliance light bulb head.
Thursday April 9, 8:30pm. DJ Cassidy starts up. He sings along to records, like worst of old Radio 1 roadshow jocks, and won’t play more than a minute of any song.
Thursday April 9, 8:45pm. He has ADD, the disease of the young generation. One that texts constantly, tweets incessantly, counts friends via facebook and has no desire to hear a record in entirity.
Thursday April 9, 8:50pm. He also has computer software to help him out. The only DJ I ever saw play a different piece of vinyl every minute was Jeff Mills.
Thursday April 9, 9:00pm. Prince, Michael Jackson, Madonna, Beastie Boys, Run DMC, Jamie Foxx… can anyone say 80s revival? Another vodka-red bull please.
Thursday April 9, 9:30pm. If DJ Cassidy is where it’s at, I’m happy throwing my own parties in the Catskills. I’ll even settle for the Bearsville Theater nights.
Thursday April 9, 9:45pm. Katy Perry does her set. Three songs, lots of swearing, all very spunky, comes off like Katie from Ting Tings but with full band.
Thursday April 9, 10pm. Would it surprise you to know her last song of three is “I Kissed A Girl.” It’s fun. It’s now. It’ll be gone tomorrow. That’s pop.
Thursday April 9, 10:01pm. No-one watches gigs anymore through their own eyes. It’s all through a digital camera or an iPhone. Look at my digital camera pic for proof.
Friday April 10, 7:30am. At crash pad near Park Slope for the weekend. Naturally, the apartment beneath is being renovated. I wake to hammering.
Friday April 10, 9:00am. Cycle round Prospect Park. Lots of runners, joggers, strollers out and about. It’s grey and dreary today but still, I love this place.
Friday April 10, 10:00am. I love NYC bagels too: the cinnamon raison and scallion tofu from La Bagel Delight on 7th Ave is just perfect.
Friday April 10, 10:30am. All the 7th Ave stores from when I lived here still seem to be open. Many with same staff. Are established neighborhoods recession-proof? Or just wealthy ones?
Friday April 10, 12:30pm. Meeting agent downtown. Street closed all morning due to rooftop student protests at New School. A very New York demonstration.
Friday April 10, 1:00pm. Lunch at Japonica. Thanks. No complaints at this end.
Friday April 10, 2pm. Stop in at Center for Architecture and its Make It Work exhibition. Learn about the Sustainable Dance Floor at a club in Rotterdam. Now if only the dance floor energy could propel some air conditioning.
Friday April 10, 2:00pm. Use a freebie for the Rock’n’roll Hall of Fame Museum Annex. Look for full post to follow.
Friday April 10, 4:00pm. Triple 5 Soul’s flagship store on Lafayette Street – heart of Manhattan hipster shopping and my fave NYC brand – has closed. That MUST BE a sign of serious recession.
Friday April 10, 5:00pm. I can run twenty miles without complaint. But walking round NYC all day? Different story. I need a foot rub.
Friday April 10, 5:30pm. At Broadway and Prince, there’s a guy waiting for lights to change to resume his run. In middle of rush hour. My feet feel much better for having my runs in the country.
Friday April 10, 6:00pm. Wine tasting at 7th Avenue Wine Store back in the Slope. Like that Barbera D’Alba a lot.
Friday April 10, 9:00pm. Meet friends at Sheep Station in lower Slope, one of 4 bars in 4 blocks on 4th Avenue. When I lived here, there were none.
Friday April 10, 9:30pm. Getting stuck into Six Points’ Sweet Action, a very hoppy, lightly orange, full of flavor beer. And made in Brooklyn.
Friday April 10, 10:00pm. Much prefer it to the Sheep’s Milk ale, which tastes flat to me. Another Sweet Action please.
Friday April 10, 10:15pm. Bartender says she’s waiting for me to finish my Sheep’s Milk first. But I don’t want to finish it: it’s awful. Take the glass away. And don’t tell me how slow to drink…
Friday April 10, 11:00pm. Have Sheep Station’s curry vegetable pie and French fries. Very very very good. Highly recommend this place – even if the Aussie connection is overstated.
Friday April 10, 12:00am. Not entirely sure of everything we talked about all night, except that it was all great fun. Just what it should be when you’re back in the hood.
Saturday April 11, 7:30am. Today I’m woken up by someone hammering at the door of the neighboring apartment. City life, eh?
Saturday April 11, 9:00am. Still, must get up: I have a run built into the schedule. Hit Prospect Park. It’s not just raining: it’s cold and windy, too. Nasty.
Saturday April 11, 9:30am. The only people out today are hard-core runners and a few mad walkers. And the market stall at Grand Army Plaza. Slow day for them. But I’m glad to get my vegan muffin.
Saturday April 11, 12:00pm. Browse Prospect Wine Shop and local Barnes & Noble. Why are music books in the very back of the lower floor?
Saturday April 11, 1:20pm. Late to meet friend in Brooklyn Heights: like a tourist, I got off subway a stop too early. Don’t have cell phone to text him. He’ll have to wait.
Saturday April 11, 1:30pm. He waited. We have coffee. Almond croissants. Catch up. It lasts two hours. Now I’m 30 minutes late to next apt. Friend tells me to get an iPhone.
Saturday April 11, 4:00pm. At Fanelli’s on Prince Street. Saw it yesterday and it brought back fond memories; once had a rich girlfriend took me here. Place still reassuringly the same.
Saturday April 11, 5:30pm. Walk with friends over to Le Du’s on Washington Street for high-end wine tasting. Viognier, Gruner, Riesling, Pinot Noir and Zinfandel. All good.
Saturday April 11, 6:00pm. The Ridge Lytton Springs 2006 is better than good. I buy a bottle for posterity.
Saturday April 11, 7:00pm. Taxi down to Brooklyn Heights with friends (and wine) to visit more friends.
Saturday April 11, 8:00pm. Settled in with good wine, better company, warm pita bread and four kinds of humous. Whatever other plans I had this evening look like biting the dust.
Sunday April 12, 1am. Still here. The host has every song in the world on iTunes. I think we might be dancing. Who needs DJ Cassidy?
Sunday April 12, 8:30 am: Park Slope. Nobody woke me up this morning. Not even the cat! It must be a holiday? (Oh yes, it is!)
Sunday April 12, 8:45 am. Check e-mail. Find I was put on guest list – at my request – for Robyn Hitchcock and Venus 3 at Irving Plaza last night. Whoops.
Saturday April 12, 9:00am. Cycle to Fire Lotus Temple on State Street. Only 500 yards at most from old home. Never knew it was there back then. Meet friends from Mount Tremper.
Sunday April 12, 12:30pm. Stop in on old block of Lower Slope. Community Garden is looking beautiful. The condo tower at bottom of block, scrappy old 4th Ave, proclaims “luxury rentals.” Good luck.
Sunday April 12, 1pm. Can’t resist another bagel from La Bagel Delight. And a Moroccan Syrah selected by Alain Graillot. For later, you understand.
Sunday April 12, 3pm. Meet friend in Williamsburg at Atlas Café. Laptops appear to be obligatory. Fortunately I have one with me. We are granted admission.
Sunday April 12, 4pm. Friend and I share memories, and some stories. Recall that we have same birthday. Which is just one day before our mutual old friend Dave Kendall.
Sunday April 12, 4:30pm. I confirm on laptop what I thought I already knew: Kendall shares his birthday with Saddam Hussein.
Sunday April 12, 5pm. Friend shows me his new bar, Satellite Lounge, due to open this week. I recommend the Six Points Sweet Action.
Sunday April 12, 5pm. Time to hit the road. Make up for awful trip down, sailing home from Williamsburg in 2 hours flat, sun shining all the way. The sight of the Catskills Peaks warm my heart.
Sunday April 12, 7:30pm. Listen to Dave Leonard‘s Unleashed on WDST on drive. He segues Genesis with Mercury Rev. Point proven. He also plays Clash, Sinead, Conor Oberst and more. Great show Dave.
Sunday April 12, 7:45pm. House is cold, cat is hungry (though fed while away). I light fire, crack beer, check in on wife and kids on their way back from Florida, turn on Fox Soccer Channel to watch 40 goals in 10 games, and relax. If I type any more it’ll be longer than 140 characters but who cares: New York City may have ADD, but my wife has the cell phone and I made it through New York the old-fashioned way. It’s a happy Easter.