Hey again, all. It was an exceptionally busy week, so I didn’t get much of a chance to post anything substantial, which isn’t to say, however, that there wasn’t anything worth addressing. Herewith a brief rundown of items that I’d have otherwise expounded on.
- As noted, I got to see the mighty FLAG at Gramercy Theater, and it was righteously better than it had any right to be, especially due to the contributions of Keith Morris and the mighty Chuck Dukowski. They also played “My War” and “Rise Above,” so that was mighty awesome. I also shook hands with Misfits bassist/founder Jerry Only. That was fun.
- Mimi’s Pizza on Lexington Avenue at 84th Street, a crucial hang-out from my high school days, closed up shop suddenly, unable to meet their spiraling rent. New York City’s once fabled identity as the Pizza Capital of the world is under some serious siege. Bullshit-free pizzerias like Mimi’s are vanishing left and right. Go to your local one now and give them your love and support. And don’t you dare call it a slice of “Cheese Pizza,” you fucking tourist.
- This week marked the 23rd anniversary of the death of GG Allin, who unceremoniously slid off this mortal coil via a heroin overdose and not in messy on-stage immolation of blood and fire, as repeatedly threatened. Here’s a glimpse of his fabled final performance at the Gas Station (which I’ve mentioned here a few times) over on Avenue B in suitably naked aplomb. My friend and neighbor Aaron appears fleetingly. Today, this spot is Rite Aid or Duane Reade, if memory serves. Warning: this clip is not safe for work, not safe for home and not safe at all. Pour one out for the Geeg.
- Speaking of the woeful disregard for dress code (albeit on a less extreme scale), it seems the Campbell Apartment is going to be under new management soon, and being re-imagined as a less exclusive venue where the t-shirt and baggy jeans set will be welcomed (not that there isn’t a multitude of spots wherein for them to congregate already). As such, this storied, once-hidden cocktail lounge loses that much more of its cache, gravitas and dignity. Must we fuck with absolutely everything?
- Just a quick note that today is the birthday of Debbie Harry, Fred Schneider and Dan Ackroyd. Quite a triple threat.
- Incidentally, the illustration up top comes from the mighty R. Crumb, whose work you should really seek out, if you're unfamiliar. That particular image comes courtesy of a Facebook post by Legs McNeil.
Please have a happy, safe, and celebratory Fourth of July Weekend, and I’ll be back with some new stuff here next week.