I've been somewhat out of the loop of late. Lots of shit happening that I shan't bore you all with, but suffice to say, I've been busy and stressed out (much like many other people in these trying times). That might explain the relative slowdown in normal idiocy here. In any event, I've been loosely following a sad rumor that my beloved Pizza Box on Bleeker Street (between MacDougal & Sullivan) is in grave danger of no longer existing. Check out Jeremiah's update for more.
My friend and fellow music-geek Rob B. and I started hitting Pizza Box when we were in high school in the mid-'80s. After running the circuit of neighborhood record stores – including Second Coming (gone) , 99 Records (gone), Free Being (gone), Golden Disc (gone), Revolver (gone), It's Only Rock N' Roll (gone), Venus Record (gone), Subterranean Records (gone), Record Runner (still there, but seemingly never open) and Bleeker Bob's (amazingly still there, but still a dump), we'd dutifully repair to Pizza Box to enjoy a slice and review our new acquisitions. I vividly remember arguing between mouthfuls of pizza over the dubious merits of 7 Seconds' Walk Together, Rock Together and "She's On It" by the Beastie Boys within the `Box's humble walls. It wasn't high end pizza by any stretch, but it was a good, dependable, frills-free experience.
The loss of the Pizza Box isn't going to alter the very fabric of the city to any discernible degree. There are still plenty of other spots to grab a quick slice. But when it goes, another part of my youth goes with it.