Sorry for the relative slowdown. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. Work has been somewhat hectic, my daughter’s in the process of deciding which high school she’s going to attend and we had a couple of near-misses on a new apartment. That said, the New York City real estate scene can be a perilous hotbed of nasty duplicity, as we’re finding out first-hand. Not that we didn’t already know that, but we had an unfortuante encounter, recently, wherein we really got our hopes up about a potential new space, only to see those hopes dashed by some frankly shady bullshit. In any case, we have way too much going on.
I had been working on a post based on a truly surreal evening on Ludlow Street last week, but that will have to wait for a bit. Suffice to say, if, like me, you harbor a fondness for the era of Ludlow Street marked by ventures like the original Max Fish, the Luna Lounge, the Pink Pony Café, the original Barramundi, the Cake Shop and Motor City, you would do well to avoid the current iteration of that storied street. Also, if you’re only attending a function ostensibly as someone’s plus one, it’s probably best not to get into a big, heated music dispute and, evidently, ruin someone’s evening by showing them up. Yeah, I did that. Oops.
Also, remember back in early January when I posted about undertaking Dry January in the hopes of combating the “weak-willed shit” that typically decimates my resolve? Well, guess who was blown off that pompous horse after only five days? I was. The so-called “bomb cyclone” put an end to my Dry January in embarrassingly stealthy order. As such, haunted by both that failure and a need to curtail our spending habits, I am looking to undertake what I am referring to as Austere February. Sounds like a barrel of laughs, don’t it? Needs must, as the idiom goes. Watch this space.
But enough of my silly bullshit. I spotted this on the Instagram page of the Brooklyn Bridge (who knew it had one?) and thought I’d share it here. I strenuously doubt our David ever rocked this particular garment whilst on the bridge in question, thus I surmise that this image is the work of some deft photoshopping. It also came appended with a quote.
"I realized the other day that I've lived in New York longer than I've lived anywhere else. It's amazing: I am a New Yorker. It's strange; I never thought I would be." -- David Bowie
Now, while I'm not normally in the habit of casting doubt about anything David Bowie would have said, just because he lived here longer than anywhere else in his life, did that, in face, render him a bona fide New Yorker? What say you?