Y'know, say what ya want about what a fatuous d-bag Don Henley is/was/will probably always be, but I've always had a soft spot for this video. From the haunting, 'Twilight Zone'-ish reel of the couple frolicking on the beach to the proto-Don Draper snapping the pencil, there are some great visuals here. Mike Campbell from Tom Petty's otherwise entirely yawnsome Heartbreakers also lends some stylishly sparse guitars to the proceedings. What can I tell ya? It's just not a bad song to my ears, regardless of Henley's myriad crimes against taste. It also handily encapsulates that melancholy end-of-summer vibe to a tee. Lamentable pop-punk ensemble The Ataris covered it a few years back, although the less said about that, the better.
A friend of mine posted this on Facebook and I couldn't stop myself from commenting, so I thought I'd share it here. Yes, "This is New York" ... 47 seconds in and it's off to Ohio to meet the Lawrence family to see what they're excited about seeing. How do you like that? You know what I say? SCREW the Lawrence family. They can fuck off to Cleveland if they don't like New York. LEAVE MANHATTAN TO THE MANHATTANITES!
I shouldn't be so nasty. Hell, my dad is from Ohio. In any case, enjoy this curious clip from 1950. It's funny how certain things haven't changed at all.
Earlier this week, Eater ran a nice little item by one of their readers named Kim Davis about the long-standing Ukrainian National Home on 2nd Avenue between 9th Street and St. Marks Place in the East Village. It was nice to see a website normally known for writing about slews of newfangled and pricey bistros (like the appallingly named Eataly in the Flatiron district -- really, who greenlit that name??) give some equal time to an old neighborhood standby, especially in an age when the last vestiges of the East Village's multiethnic character are becoming fewer and further between.
I can't say I've ever darkened the doors of the Ukrainian National Home (when I'm a-hankering for this sorta cuisine, you're more likely to find me at Veselka just up the block or at Primorski out in Brighton Beach), but I've always been fascinated with the place. I appreciate that it has largely eschewed the siren's call to move with the times and has stayed true to its old school roots. Where Kim Davis is romanced by the jellied pigs' feet, I'm more moved by the fact that some of my favorite bands once surreally played in its adjoining community hall (which also plays host, as Davis mentions, to tango lessons, weddings and beyond). Luminaries like The Misfits, The Necros and even Elvis Costello graced that big room back in the day.
In November of 1981, a still fledgling New Order played the Ukrainian National Home. Photographer Eugene Merinov was there. The gig itself was also filmed, spawning clips like the one below of the band chugging through "Dreams Never End" (with Peter Hook on vocals). You can practically smell the jellied pigs' feet from just across the hall. Enjoy.
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