Yes, it's hot.
I can't say I ever remember it being this hot in New York City. Surely, we must be breaking a record or two. I came home last night after work to find that one of our goldfish -- namely Sid Fishous -- had sadly expired. Let me tell you, to come home to a dead goldfish in a sweltering apartment was not the ideal way to end one's day. There's one fish left -- that being Swimmy Goldfinger -- and he's not looking at all well. We'll see if he survives the weekend. Place your bets.
For lack of a better clip, herewith Billy Idol from 1987 or so (his recording of the song actually predates the video by a couple of years, I believe). I remember those ridiculous inflatable fists from seeing him live in Columbus, Ohio (with The Cult opening) in 1987, anyway.
While I was always an unapologetic fan of Billy Idol (more of his days fronting Generation X than his solo career), this was never one of my favorite songs. Give me "Rebel Yell" or "White Wedding" over this every time. The video is also pretty damn ridiculous. Is that Bernard Goetz playing piano? Why is that woman being crucified at the end? It's completely idiotic. But given that (a) it was filmed in NYC and (b) it is very much indeed hot in the city, it seemed like the video to go with.
Stay cool.
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