Sorry for the recent silent patch, but in the wake of Sandy, Election 2012 and the approach of this afternoon’s Nor’easter, my usual ruminations about bands, bars, record shops and album covers all seem indefensibly trivial. I’m sure I’ll get back to all that soon, but it hasn’t felt right in recent days.
That all said, I did notice yesterday that Andy’s Chee-Pees on that ever-troubled strip of West 8th Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenues is suddenly gone. Behind the glass is a puzzling mess of abandoned items (they left behind a bunch of their vinyl LPs, it looks like) and some sundry Halloween material, but they’re otherwise gone. Perhaps that couldn’t handle Sandy’s imposed week off? Strange.
Truthfully, I never shopped in this incarnation of Andy’s Chee-Pees, but did only just recently get rid of a blazer I fetched at their old St. Mark’s Place incarnation back in the early 90’s.
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