I’d heard the rumors and suspected as much, but now it’s all official-like. The space formerly occupied by BBQ downstairs from me is now officially going to be another – wait for it – fucking bank (despite the fact that there’s already another bank not but three storefronts to the east on 8th street, to say nothing of the Chase just across the way on University Place.) I know my buddy Jeremiah of Vanishing New York understands my ire, but where is the outrage, people? It’s not that I was a huge fan of BBQ (by a long shot), but why must seemingly every suddenly available space in Manhattan be snapped up by yet another fucking bank? Put simply, it is inarguably killing New York City culture.
This afternoon, while walking through Union Square Park with my daughter, a terrifying Commerce Bank mascot came shuffling up to us (i.e. some goon in suit). Charlotte responded, quite understandably, by recoiling in horror (I’ve never been prouder) and I had to stifle my urge to take the guy to the pavement (beating up mascots, however enjoyable, is still largely frowned upon in most circles). Banks suck.
In the spirit of this, herewith a live recording of the great Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper from some lost point in the mid-80s performing a deliciously profane and giddily juvenile rendition of “I Hate Banks”. Play it loud and toss a molotov cocktail at your nearest Wachovia.
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