NYC Letter from the Old Roue
This email came from the Old Roue who is in NYC for a month.
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ERIE, Pa. (AP) - A woman used her 4-week-old baby as a weapon in a
domestic dispute, swinging the infant through the air and striking her
boyfriend with the child, authorities said.
Ah, the Heartland.
“Home”, as Groucho said, “is where you hang your head.”
Meanwhile in glorious Manhattan, where the fall is explodingly fab and the streets are full of strangely attractive foreign women with narrow hips, lit cigarettes and taste, CBGBs is closing. Yup. Uh huh. Really really, this time.
Patti Smith will headline. I see her around here on Thompson. She
looks kinda scary. But then she always did a bit. She lived upstairs
from me on Bond, with Mapplethorpe. A beautiful block, magnificent and
filthy at the same time. Had the biggest dog-size rats ever seriously
offered. They would actually go for you at night if the garbage was
too close to your front door. Scared the shit outta me. I used to shout
as I approached, hoping to Christ I didn’t have to kick at them. Gosh,
what neat fun.
Amos Poe (Amos Behavin’) still lives there, I think. But his view is
going. I was walking past there the other day and mid-block, which was
always the truck lot, next to that beautiful firehouse, if you
remember, there’s a huge sign over a massive framed-out steel building
going up next to Amos ’s, informing us that “Herzog & de Meuron are
re-thinking the cast-iron loft building.”
Well excuuuuuuuuse me all OVER the place. P’shaw.
Mapplethorpe took my girlfriend Roberta’s six year old daughter’s
picture. Very demure, with big saucer eyes. Lovely creature. He liked
it so much he put in an exhibit at Herman Miller (was it?) on
Fifth. We went to the opening. It was his period of doing diptyches -
an orchid next to some huge black cock. You remember the uproar.
Rebecca wanted to go, but we said, maybe later, dear. Good idea we
did. Her serious little angelic face was in the frame next to a guy
pissing in another guy’s mouth.
But wait. CBGBs is going to re-open in Las Vegas. You may have heard
this. So bizarre it has to be true. Hilly Kristol - if he lives that
long. He was 90 thirty years ago - is taking everything, including
the toilets - shrine to almost as many conceptions as vomits - and
every square inch of wall, ceiling and floor to either resurface the
new joint, or to sell in bits, inch by inch, on eBay. As he says in
the paper today, “…well somebody will.”
Legs McNeill says he sees ‘enhanced’ blondes pulling the handles on
Joey Ramone themed one armed bandits. If they can get close enough
with their cantilevered balconies, I should add. My sweet inflatable
you.
We’re well outta here, girls. Not quite as was. Couldn’t afford it if
we wanted. But the weather is marvelous.
You look marvelous.
