Monday, July 11, 2005

Coney Island Mongoloid

Sunday breakdown:

Kim Rancourt popped round HQ at noon, and soon we were racing down the Westside Highway for a tour of Coney. Outstanding!

Slight downer vibe at the onset, however. KR took us to Woody Guthrie's former residence on Mermaid Avenue, a now decrepit, abandoned, slowly disintegrating structure. No historical marker, plaque, commemorative hypodermics from the local junkhounds, nuthin'. I was stunned. (Dylan writes of the home in his remarkable Chronicles autobiography.)

Hit the sideshow, walked the strip, gawked at the bathing beauties slogging through the slime, and marveled at the young women casting their crab nets (baited with chicken parts) into the fetid Atlantic. Fathers proudly instructed their daughters in this arcane art; I found myself grinning with delight.

(A sturdy young lass readies the lure; soon, death will come calling on crustacean cousins...)

Our finale, a ride on the genuinely bone-jarring Cyclone. Got too much air on the second descent; lost my camera case. Well worth it.

(One is advised not to attempt to saddle up to the mighty Cyclone. In all but the heartiest, death will surely ensue...)

(The ever stylish Mr. Rancourt pouts seductively on the lip of the sideshow, July 10, 2005. Pop mavens know Kimbo best from When People Were Shorter and Lived Near the Water and After That It's All Gravy. To know is to stalk...)

(TLASILA's fearless compartmentalist stands before the photo-op prop for which he was made. Snap by K. Rancourt, July 10, 2005.)

Russians everywhere. I was in pig-eye heaven. Demurred a dog at Nathan's, but after eating their fries (likely dunked in lagpunkt lard) my vegan status should be permanently revoked.

Returned at 4:00. Worked on the album until...


Another Perfect Day in New York...

Saturday recap:

All things being relative, an exemplary afternoon. A brisk gallop down Broadway to Union Square (where I completed errands and took snaps of the mournful 2012 Olympics display), then a saunter to the Village. Ran into Brian Turner (WFMU) outside of Mondo Kim's, exchanged pleasantries, etc. Bolted as the rain began to fall. I was soaked, but winds were kind, equally errant. Again well pressed and presentable, I walked to former ('95-ish) TLASILA Avenue A haunts. Stepped into a slightly disagreeable dive; nursed a beer while thumbing through the Voice. (Nat Hentoff's Darfur piece, Sloane Crosley's Katie Holmes essay, David Ng's Umberto Eco profile.) More rain...

(Dream low, and few will follow. Vidcap by TS.)

Lunched at Zen Palate, shot dyspeptic vid of the Broadway street fair, and snaked through the grid back to HQ.

(Tom's reflexive Russophilia erupts yet again...)

Mark Morgan checked in to track guitar overdubs; awesome, as usual. Fusetron's soon issuing a MM solo double vinyl totem; looking forward to august weirdness. (Or, four sides of Steve Howe rips. Mark's keeping mum.)

(Mr. Morgan listens to a playback and contemplates the larger issues, July 10, 2005.)

We ducked out for coffee, and...


Happy New Year from the Harz...

Hello Droogs, Happy 2019! I‘m in the Harz region of Germany, enjoying a three-day getaway to cap off an eventful year, one marked by celeb...