It occurred to me a few months back that 2010 has been the best music year of my life. Or concert year, I suppose, more accurately. But one of my favorite bands released a new album today, and I realized I wasn't near as excited for the new album as I am for their show at Webster Hall on September 24, so maybe the best concert year equals the best music year in my world.
At any rate, though, it occurred to me last night that I'd already started to forget some of the bands I'd seen this year, so I'm going to make a list. To remind myself. And yeah. To brag a little. Heh!
January 23: Justin Townes Earle in Long Island with Caitlin and my busted finger!
March 5: Justin Townes Earle at Bowery Ballroom. Yeah I know: "What are you? Some kind of stalker?!" What this record doesn't show is that I saw him three times at a little bar on the Lower East Side in December, and what you haven't read yet is that I've already seen him again this year, and I'm definitely seeing him at least once more. He's good stuff.
March 23: Regina Spektor at Irving Plaza, which used to be one of my favorite NYC venues, but I believe that show resulted in a bit of a change of heart. At least someone realized the name change was a bad idea: The Fillmore at Irving Plaza. It's back to just Irving Plaza again. Now it needs to get its mojo back.
May 21: BeauSoleil at Tipitina's in New Orleans. My favorite night of that whole trip. And lemme tell you, I *loved* that trip, so favorite night means something!
May 27 & 29: Bon Jovi at Giants Stadium. Three nights, two Bon Jovi shows. I haven't had that kind of run since the summer of 2008 when I did Bon Jovi in Central Park on Saturday and Bon Jovi at MSG on Monday. Hee!
June 3: Dave Rawlings Machine at Bowery Ballroom. Potentially the greatest live music experience of my life. Seriously.
June 4: Justin Townes Earle at the awesomely named, but really very, very strange Outpost in the Burbs in Montclair, NJ.
June 20: Band of Horses at the Williamsburg Waterfront. Venue review: Amazing views. Too many rules.
July 9: Bon Jovi and Kid Rock at Giants Stadium. Notable things about this show; (1) I had my best seats ever for a Bon Jovi show; (2) Kid Rock's set alone was worth the price of admission; and (3) Jon tore his calf muscle with two songs left to go in the night. The man looked to be in excruciating pain, but he gutted it out.
Already on the calendar for the next few months ...
July 27: The Black Keys in Central Park
August 8: Justin Townes Earle at Governor's Island
August 14: O.A.R. in Charleston, SC with my old roomie!!!
September 24: Great Big Sea at Webster Hall
November 19: Ani DiFranco at the odious Town Hall Theatre
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
The Last 10 Days of May Were Pretty Fucking Awesome
The title kind of says it all. Earlier this month, Kathleen, Maryclare, and I absconded to New Orleans for a desperately needed long weekend away from our lives in New York. Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a tendency to return from pretty much anywhere I visit announcing that I might like to move there. But I mean it this time. New Orleans felt really, really good. Great music everywhere you poked your head. Just as impressively: great music fans. People stopped and watched, and people appreciated and participated. Just a great city, and a great, great time with great friends! And as if that weren't enough, I closed the month with not just one, but two Bon Jovi shows! If I could just remove the fact that work actually managed to reduce me to *tears* on Thursday, these 10 days really might have been perfection!
Join me, if you will, for a crappy iPhone picture tour of the last 10 days of my life!
Kathleen and I arrived to New Orleans on Thursday afternoon and got about doing what people do in New Orleans: Enjoying a cocktail or 17. This is a picture
taken out the window of an ancient old bar called Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop. In hindsight, I wish I'd taken a picture of the bar. It was built sometime around 1772, and it survived a couple fires in the late 1700s that nearly destroyed the entire city. So it's a burnt out kind of place, lit exclusively by candles. But instead, I took pictures of the family of miniature livestock that came walking down the street!
Moving on ... The picture below is of the beignets at Cafe du Monde. To hear people talk about these things, I expected they'd change my life. I suppose they were okay. Maybe if I were more of a doughnut person I'd feel like entirely new possibilities had revealed themselves to me in the form of piping hot fried bread covered in powdered sugar that left us all looking like we'd had a bit of a cocaine incident? Regardless, it's apparently some kind of rule that if you go to New Orleans, you have to eat these things. So we did. And I took a picture of them.
And these are the hurricanes (named after the shape of the glass -- like a hurricane lamp -- not the devastating storms) at Pat O'Brien's. Like the beignets, it's my understanding that one's trip to New Orleans would be incomplete without parking oneself on the back patio of Pat O'Brien's. Unlike the beignets, these things lived up to the hype. We went back twice.
We took the streetcar out to the Garden District one afternoon and happened to stumble upon this cemetery. I guess it makes sense: Everyone is buried above
ground in New Orleans because of the swamp land. It's an interesting place if you can get past the creepiness!
We decided to be good little tourists and take a swamp tour one afternoon. And I'll have you know: Everything about it, including (perhaps even especially) the ride out to the swamp, was excellent. I'd been a little conflicted about the Katrina stuff going out to New Orleans: The part of me that cares about my country and the people who live in it was curious to see the affects of the storm with my own eyes. However, the part of me that lives in a city with a tragic tourist attraction of its own understands that it's strangely frustrating to have people cast a glance over the worst day of my life and then go bargain hunting at Century 21.
So the ride out to the swamp was perfect: We necessarily had to drive through some of the worst-hit areas of New Orleans, and the driver was excellent about telling us what we were seeing out the windows. Some of the stuff was pretty disturbing. Weirdly, the most striking to me was a Six Flags amusement park that had been bathed in 10 feet of water during the storm and is just an abandoned ghost town now. I'm not sure why that one made such an impression on me ...
... At any rate, we drove through all that horrible stuff, and then we did the New
Orleans version of going shopping at Century 21: We hopped on a boat and burned our butts off in the swamp! That's a marsh-mallow that the alligator is eating in the picture below. I don't recall how exactly the swamp tour folks determined this, but apparently alligators love marshmallows, so they deploy them liberally to ensure that their tour isn't like one of those "dolphin encounter" boat trips where you so often don't get much bang for your buck. And those are wild boars in the second shot. They're not native to the swamp. You'll have to forgive me for forgetting the details, but they were introduced to the swamp so they could be hunted and eaten by the people who lived on the land. Turns out they also like marshmallows. Which I suppose is understandable. I mean, who doesn't like marshmallows??
The one thing about the swamp tour: It was really fucking hot. We were afraid it might be bug-y out there in the swamp. But apparently it was too hot even for the bugs. So it was back to the hotel and into the shower for us; and even though the water in Louisiana has a way of kind of sticking to you (Seriously, my first shower in New Orleans might have been my longest shower ever because I just couldn't get to the point where I felt rinsed off.), we emerged feeling like brand spanking new people. Maryclare, unfortunately, had to head back home, but Kathleen and I set off to Mother's for some more fairly disappointing New Orleans food. Seriously. Lest anyone think I'm an elitist New Yorker and/or a Yankee who can't appreciate southern fare, I'll have you know that my second favorite food city in the world is Charleston, SC. I did manage to find the best seafood gumbo I've ever tasted at a place called The Gumbo Shop, but otherwise, the food was seriously underwhelming.
After Mother's it was back to Pat O'Brien's for another hurricane, then out to stand in line for Preservation Hall, which is a jazz venue in New Orleans that
opened in the early 1960s to preserve New Orleans style jazz (and, at the time, provide local, often older, New Orleans style jazz musicians with a place they could play for tips). The place had a great hole-in-the-wall vibe that made you feel like you were seeing something really special, even though the same thing happens there five nights per week. It doesn't serve food or drinks. Seating is minimal -- just a couple wooden benches and some chairs along the sides of the room -- and most people just stand in the back. Kathleen and I were having so much fun that we stayed for all three sets, taking turns ducking out to use the restrooms and replenish our beers at the bar across the street and gradually making our way up to the front row. Just an excellently fun time ...
... as was the band we found after Preservation Hall! They came with a terrible name -- The Jumbo Shrimp Jazz Band -- but fortunately for everyone involved,
their musical talent far exceeded their band naming capa-
bilities. I don't know what you call their style of music. I even asked the banjo player, and I forget what he told me. (Look, we'd been out for awhile.) But they had a drummer, a guy on the big bass, a banjo player, a trumpet player, and a trombone player. They all sang, and it felt a bit like vaudeville big band as it might be played in a small back room in a southern city some time around 1920. They were totally into it. The crowd was totally into it. It was pretty much everything I loved about New Orleans wrapped up into one amazing experience.
But all good things must come to an end. (Must they, really? Or is that just something we tell ourselves so that we don't feel too bad about spending three-quarters of our lives at work?) But fortunately, the week ahead had not one, but two (!!!) Giants Stadium Bon Jovi shows on the calendar, so coming home wasn't the worst thing that ever happened to me.
This is a shot I took last night looking out of the new stadium at what's left of the old house. It was interesting and kind of sad to watch people's reactions to
it: You had to peer through the ugly slats in the new stadium to see it, so there we all were, bending over and cocking our necks and looking a little longer than maybe we thought we'd need to and feeling compelled to comment how sad it all was to the people standing next to us. I don't think this new football stadium will be embraced the way the new Yankees and Mets stadiums have been embraced. It's ugly. It doesn't feel like an improvement. And were there really that many problems with the old stadium anyway? At any rate, here's what's left. I wish I had a camera that was capable of better detail because it was pretty creepy looking. It really didn't look anything like a construction site: It just looked abandoned, or like a disaster had happened. Almost post-apocalyptic.
And these are just a couple shots from the shows! Which were incredible. I knew it would be a good time because Bon Jovi are, above all, entertainers. But I didn't know what to expect in terms of the music: The last time I saw Bon Jovi, Jon's voice was a little shot. (In fairness to him, the last show I saw was the last show of that tour.) And I worried that their show might be so choreographed that Saturday's show would be a carbon copy of Thursday's. But the band sounded absolutely fantastic, and it was only the absolute biggest hits that I heard twice. I won't labor the point because anybody who reads this likely knows I'm a big fan of the band, so perhaps I can't be trusted to be objective. It was a great pair of shows, though, and I had a great time. Some parting shots:
Join me, if you will, for a crappy iPhone picture tour of the last 10 days of my life!
Kathleen and I arrived to New Orleans on Thursday afternoon and got about doing what people do in New Orleans: Enjoying a cocktail or 17. This is a picture
taken out the window of an ancient old bar called Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop. In hindsight, I wish I'd taken a picture of the bar. It was built sometime around 1772, and it survived a couple fires in the late 1700s that nearly destroyed the entire city. So it's a burnt out kind of place, lit exclusively by candles. But instead, I took pictures of the family of miniature livestock that came walking down the street!Moving on ... The picture below is of the beignets at Cafe du Monde. To hear people talk about these things, I expected they'd change my life. I suppose they were okay. Maybe if I were more of a doughnut person I'd feel like entirely new possibilities had revealed themselves to me in the form of piping hot fried bread covered in powdered sugar that left us all looking like we'd had a bit of a cocaine incident? Regardless, it's apparently some kind of rule that if you go to New Orleans, you have to eat these things. So we did. And I took a picture of them.
And these are the hurricanes (named after the shape of the glass -- like a hurricane lamp -- not the devastating storms) at Pat O'Brien's. Like the beignets, it's my understanding that one's trip to New Orleans would be incomplete without parking oneself on the back patio of Pat O'Brien's. Unlike the beignets, these things lived up to the hype. We went back twice.
We took the streetcar out to the Garden District one afternoon and happened to stumble upon this cemetery. I guess it makes sense: Everyone is buried above
ground in New Orleans because of the swamp land. It's an interesting place if you can get past the creepiness!We decided to be good little tourists and take a swamp tour one afternoon. And I'll have you know: Everything about it, including (perhaps even especially) the ride out to the swamp, was excellent. I'd been a little conflicted about the Katrina stuff going out to New Orleans: The part of me that cares about my country and the people who live in it was curious to see the affects of the storm with my own eyes. However, the part of me that lives in a city with a tragic tourist attraction of its own understands that it's strangely frustrating to have people cast a glance over the worst day of my life and then go bargain hunting at Century 21.
So the ride out to the swamp was perfect: We necessarily had to drive through some of the worst-hit areas of New Orleans, and the driver was excellent about telling us what we were seeing out the windows. Some of the stuff was pretty disturbing. Weirdly, the most striking to me was a Six Flags amusement park that had been bathed in 10 feet of water during the storm and is just an abandoned ghost town now. I'm not sure why that one made such an impression on me ...
... At any rate, we drove through all that horrible stuff, and then we did the New
Orleans version of going shopping at Century 21: We hopped on a boat and burned our butts off in the swamp! That's a marsh-mallow that the alligator is eating in the picture below. I don't recall how exactly the swamp tour folks determined this, but apparently alligators love marshmallows, so they deploy them liberally to ensure that their tour isn't like one of those "dolphin encounter" boat trips where you so often don't get much bang for your buck. And those are wild boars in the second shot. They're not native to the swamp. You'll have to forgive me for forgetting the details, but they were introduced to the swamp so they could be hunted and eaten by the people who lived on the land. Turns out they also like marshmallows. Which I suppose is understandable. I mean, who doesn't like marshmallows??
The one thing about the swamp tour: It was really fucking hot. We were afraid it might be bug-y out there in the swamp. But apparently it was too hot even for the bugs. So it was back to the hotel and into the shower for us; and even though the water in Louisiana has a way of kind of sticking to you (Seriously, my first shower in New Orleans might have been my longest shower ever because I just couldn't get to the point where I felt rinsed off.), we emerged feeling like brand spanking new people. Maryclare, unfortunately, had to head back home, but Kathleen and I set off to Mother's for some more fairly disappointing New Orleans food. Seriously. Lest anyone think I'm an elitist New Yorker and/or a Yankee who can't appreciate southern fare, I'll have you know that my second favorite food city in the world is Charleston, SC. I did manage to find the best seafood gumbo I've ever tasted at a place called The Gumbo Shop, but otherwise, the food was seriously underwhelming.
After Mother's it was back to Pat O'Brien's for another hurricane, then out to stand in line for Preservation Hall, which is a jazz venue in New Orleans that
opened in the early 1960s to preserve New Orleans style jazz (and, at the time, provide local, often older, New Orleans style jazz musicians with a place they could play for tips). The place had a great hole-in-the-wall vibe that made you feel like you were seeing something really special, even though the same thing happens there five nights per week. It doesn't serve food or drinks. Seating is minimal -- just a couple wooden benches and some chairs along the sides of the room -- and most people just stand in the back. Kathleen and I were having so much fun that we stayed for all three sets, taking turns ducking out to use the restrooms and replenish our beers at the bar across the street and gradually making our way up to the front row. Just an excellently fun time ...... as was the band we found after Preservation Hall! They came with a terrible name -- The Jumbo Shrimp Jazz Band -- but fortunately for everyone involved,
their musical talent far exceeded their band naming capa-bilities. I don't know what you call their style of music. I even asked the banjo player, and I forget what he told me. (Look, we'd been out for awhile.) But they had a drummer, a guy on the big bass, a banjo player, a trumpet player, and a trombone player. They all sang, and it felt a bit like vaudeville big band as it might be played in a small back room in a southern city some time around 1920. They were totally into it. The crowd was totally into it. It was pretty much everything I loved about New Orleans wrapped up into one amazing experience.
But all good things must come to an end. (Must they, really? Or is that just something we tell ourselves so that we don't feel too bad about spending three-quarters of our lives at work?) But fortunately, the week ahead had not one, but two (!!!) Giants Stadium Bon Jovi shows on the calendar, so coming home wasn't the worst thing that ever happened to me.
This is a shot I took last night looking out of the new stadium at what's left of the old house. It was interesting and kind of sad to watch people's reactions to
it: You had to peer through the ugly slats in the new stadium to see it, so there we all were, bending over and cocking our necks and looking a little longer than maybe we thought we'd need to and feeling compelled to comment how sad it all was to the people standing next to us. I don't think this new football stadium will be embraced the way the new Yankees and Mets stadiums have been embraced. It's ugly. It doesn't feel like an improvement. And were there really that many problems with the old stadium anyway? At any rate, here's what's left. I wish I had a camera that was capable of better detail because it was pretty creepy looking. It really didn't look anything like a construction site: It just looked abandoned, or like a disaster had happened. Almost post-apocalyptic.And these are just a couple shots from the shows! Which were incredible. I knew it would be a good time because Bon Jovi are, above all, entertainers. But I didn't know what to expect in terms of the music: The last time I saw Bon Jovi, Jon's voice was a little shot. (In fairness to him, the last show I saw was the last show of that tour.) And I worried that their show might be so choreographed that Saturday's show would be a carbon copy of Thursday's. But the band sounded absolutely fantastic, and it was only the absolute biggest hits that I heard twice. I won't labor the point because anybody who reads this likely knows I'm a big fan of the band, so perhaps I can't be trusted to be objective. It was a great pair of shows, though, and I had a great time. Some parting shots:
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Here's How Bad Things Have Gotten in the New York State Legislature, People:
I should have started tracking this shit ages ago. God knows it hardly took a psychic to see it coming: After all, our current mess started when our former mess got caught with a prostitute. It would be hilarious if it weren't so disastrous. Check back for updates. I'm sure there will be many.
February 12, 2010:
Simon Doonan, speculating about the contents of the New York Times expose about Governor Paterson: “When people don't say what it is, one can't help but think it involves a tranny. It's better to come out and tell everyone. If you have a scandal, put it out there. If you don't, people are just going to think it involves a tranny. I should say 'transgender'? A trans-person. When people are being super evasive about it, one can't help thinking it involves a trans-person. Maybe I'm wrong. Just speculating."
February 22, 2010:
NY Magazine, reacting to David Paterson’s comments that he is the “Teflon Governor”: “The Teflon Governor? That's rich. In some ways, Paterson is the opposite of a Teflon politician -- even things that aren't his fault, like the State Senate's dysfunction and New York's financial crisis, seem to stick to him.”
March 16, 2010:
There was a special election inQueens today to fill the seat that opened when Hiram Monserrate was expelled from the Senate for, among other things, conviction on misdemeanor assault charges for slashing his girlfriend with a broken glass. Here’s how bad things have gotten in the NY State Legislature, people:
1. One of the key candidates vying to fill Hiram Monserrate’s seat is … Hiram Monserrate! How completely fucked is my state that this is even possible? Dear Legislature: If you ever get your act enough together to pass anything even remotely worthwhile, please add “Hiram’s Law” to your agenda, i.e., “If you are expelled from the Senate, you are legally barred from running to replace yourself.”
2. The other key candidate vying to fill Hiram Montserrate’s seat is apparently handing out pamphlets that say, “Jose Peralta: Not a wife beater.” When that’s (literally) the only reason you’re voting for someone, you have a problem.
March 17, 2010:
Ohferchrissakes!!! Hiram Monserrate lost the special election yesterday. Though he did take home 27 percent of the vote. Who the hell are these people who voted for him?? There's the whole attacking-his-girlfriend-with-a-broken-glass situation, but if that's not enough reason to deem this asshole unfit for office, let's not forget that he was also involved in that attempted legislative power swap that crippled Albany for several weeks last summer. Remember that circus? Let's review:
Last June, no doubt in advance of their own political careers and agendas, Democrats Hiram Monserrate and Pedro Espada briefly aligned with Senate Republicans, giving the Republicans a two vote majority in the Senate (32-30). Confusion ensued. Like, can you do that? Nobody knew. This was hardly the brilliant coup everyone should have known it wouldn't be, so exactly one week later, Hiram Monserrate decides to cut his losses and declares, "My bad. I'm a Democrat again," and attempts to present himself as Super Bipartisan Man.
With the sides now deadlocked (31-31), the legislature deteriorates into a comedy of errors. There's a lot of walking out and locking out. Like, the Democrats literally refuse to turn over the keys to the Senate chambers. (Apparently having the majority means you get to keep the keys? I don't know.) Somehow the Republicans get a set. The parties hold dueling sessions, but neither side can get anything done because you need a majority (32 senators) present to pass a law. Comedy reaches its apex when a Republican senator enters the chamber during a Democrat-run session, I believe, to retrieve his coat, and the Democrats declare a quorum. In what must have been hilarious to watch -- Democrats furiously attempting to pass laws, Republican senator guy trying to get the hell out of the room -- the Democrats manage to pass a couple bills on stuff like motel taxes and 911 service fees.
Ultimately, Governor Paterson decides to stop the madness by appointing Democrat Richard Ravich Lieutenant Governor. (The position had been vacant since David Paterson became governor after Eliot Spitzer got caught with the prostitute.). With power now back in the Democrats' hands, Pedro Espada says, "Ya know what? Nevermind. I'll be a Democrat again. Do-over!" and it gets a little weird because I feel like everybody's just kind of decided to pretend that whole episode never happened. Four weeks of total legislative uselessness. We should be outraged, but it appears instead that we've decided collectively that we won't talk about *that* anymore.
So yes. Hiram Monserrate. Convicted of misdemeanor assault of his girlfriend. Central participant in failed political coup. Expelled from the Senate by his peers. You'd think the guy would say, "Perhaps it's time for me to disappear from the public eye for awhile. Lay low. Work on my image." But if you thought that, you'd be wrong. Because guess what is rumored to be the man's next move: Yes folks, allegedly he will run to fill the representative seat vacated by the guy who just beat him in yesterday's special election; the special election, remember, to fill the Senate seat which opened when he was expelled from the Senate. Seriously. Has this man no pride? Go away!
February 12, 2010:
Simon Doonan, speculating about the contents of the New York Times expose about Governor Paterson: “When people don't say what it is, one can't help but think it involves a tranny. It's better to come out and tell everyone. If you have a scandal, put it out there. If you don't, people are just going to think it involves a tranny. I should say 'transgender'? A trans-person. When people are being super evasive about it, one can't help thinking it involves a trans-person. Maybe I'm wrong. Just speculating."
February 22, 2010:
NY Magazine, reacting to David Paterson’s comments that he is the “Teflon Governor”: “The Teflon Governor? That's rich. In some ways, Paterson is the opposite of a Teflon politician -- even things that aren't his fault, like the State Senate's dysfunction and New York's financial crisis, seem to stick to him.”
March 16, 2010:
There was a special election in
1. One of the key candidates vying to fill Hiram Monserrate’s seat is … Hiram Monserrate! How completely fucked is my state that this is even possible? Dear Legislature: If you ever get your act enough together to pass anything even remotely worthwhile, please add “Hiram’s Law” to your agenda, i.e., “If you are expelled from the Senate, you are legally barred from running to replace yourself.”
2. The other key candidate vying to fill Hiram Montserrate’s seat is apparently handing out pamphlets that say, “Jose Peralta: Not a wife beater.” When that’s (literally) the only reason you’re voting for someone, you have a problem.
March 17, 2010:
Ohferchrissakes!!! Hiram Monserrate lost the special election yesterday. Though he did take home 27 percent of the vote. Who the hell are these people who voted for him?? There's the whole attacking-his-girlfriend-with-a-broken-glass situation, but if that's not enough reason to deem this asshole unfit for office, let's not forget that he was also involved in that attempted legislative power swap that crippled Albany for several weeks last summer. Remember that circus? Let's review:
Last June, no doubt in advance of their own political careers and agendas, Democrats Hiram Monserrate and Pedro Espada briefly aligned with Senate Republicans, giving the Republicans a two vote majority in the Senate (32-30). Confusion ensued. Like, can you do that? Nobody knew. This was hardly the brilliant coup everyone should have known it wouldn't be, so exactly one week later, Hiram Monserrate decides to cut his losses and declares, "My bad. I'm a Democrat again," and attempts to present himself as Super Bipartisan Man.
With the sides now deadlocked (31-31), the legislature deteriorates into a comedy of errors. There's a lot of walking out and locking out. Like, the Democrats literally refuse to turn over the keys to the Senate chambers. (Apparently having the majority means you get to keep the keys? I don't know.) Somehow the Republicans get a set. The parties hold dueling sessions, but neither side can get anything done because you need a majority (32 senators) present to pass a law. Comedy reaches its apex when a Republican senator enters the chamber during a Democrat-run session, I believe, to retrieve his coat, and the Democrats declare a quorum. In what must have been hilarious to watch -- Democrats furiously attempting to pass laws, Republican senator guy trying to get the hell out of the room -- the Democrats manage to pass a couple bills on stuff like motel taxes and 911 service fees.
Ultimately, Governor Paterson decides to stop the madness by appointing Democrat Richard Ravich Lieutenant Governor. (The position had been vacant since David Paterson became governor after Eliot Spitzer got caught with the prostitute.). With power now back in the Democrats' hands, Pedro Espada says, "Ya know what? Nevermind. I'll be a Democrat again. Do-over!" and it gets a little weird because I feel like everybody's just kind of decided to pretend that whole episode never happened. Four weeks of total legislative uselessness. We should be outraged, but it appears instead that we've decided collectively that we won't talk about *that* anymore.
So yes. Hiram Monserrate. Convicted of misdemeanor assault of his girlfriend. Central participant in failed political coup. Expelled from the Senate by his peers. You'd think the guy would say, "Perhaps it's time for me to disappear from the public eye for awhile. Lay low. Work on my image." But if you thought that, you'd be wrong. Because guess what is rumored to be the man's next move: Yes folks, allegedly he will run to fill the representative seat vacated by the guy who just beat him in yesterday's special election; the special election, remember, to fill the Senate seat which opened when he was expelled from the Senate. Seriously. Has this man no pride? Go away!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Rainy Day NYC
As a city, New York buys its umbrellas from street vendors or Duane Reade. We do not expect that they will be with us for long -- we abuse them, we forget them places, we lend them to one another as if they were community property -- so we do not spend money on high quality gear. As a result, any rainy day turns this town into an umbrella graveyard. But yesterday was unlike anything I'd ever seen before -- 24 hours straight of the windiest, wettest weather I've seen in 11 years living here. Umbrella carcasses as far as the eye could see, strewn about the ground, or jutting awkwardly from trash cans.
By noon, every block had one of these.
The top blew right off this one.
My umbrella on the subway at 2a.m. Its stem got bent against the sheer force of the wind, and it can no longer collapse to purse-size. But it did yeoman's work yesterday, and its service was appreciated.
By noon, every block had one of these.
The top blew right off this one.
My umbrella on the subway at 2a.m. Its stem got bent against the sheer force of the wind, and it can no longer collapse to purse-size. But it did yeoman's work yesterday, and its service was appreciated.
Photos from the Snowpocalypse
New York City had far too many blizzards this year. Which was annoying from a "getting around the city" perspective, but did introduce a new and wonderful activity to my New York City repertoire: Blizzard drinking! I took these pictures on February 10, 2010. I think this was our second blizzard of the season, but it may have been the third.
Treacherous subways stairs at 5th Avenue and Central Park.
Elevated subway tracks in Queens.
My subway station.
My building.
Treacherous subways stairs at 5th Avenue and Central Park.
Elevated subway tracks in Queens.
My subway station.
My building.
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