New York used to be a place, hell of one. You came from there, or moved there, or got stabbed there. Lotta stuff could only be found in New York.
Everything changes, nothing lasts.
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New York used to be a place, hell of one. You came from there, or moved there, or got stabbed there. Lotta stuff could only be found in New York.
Everything changes, nothing lasts.
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Guess I’m not the only one who liked “Pretend it’s a City.”
On an unrelated note is it weird to crush on a 78 year old lesbian? Asking for a friend.
Nice tribute to Mr. Sylvain. Arthur Kane’s book is a hoot.
I interviewed Syl for the Albany news mag in ’97, I think it was, when he was touring a solo album. He was funny and lovely to talk to. RIP.
Jesus, they’re all gone but David Johansen, aren’t they?
Yeah . . . . sad . . . . .
(And if you’d asked me 40 years ago to bet which one would be the final survivor, David Jo would not have been my pick . . . )
Got my NYC stripes from ’75-’87. Wouldn’t trade them for the world.