Saturday, July 23, 2005

My neighborhood may suck but my friends are cool as fuck...

Yesterday I had a particularly stressful work day, and afterwards went to meet Drew for a drink at Motor City to listen to his friend Poker Chris spin some rock and roll for us. Five glasses of wine later, we walked home through an ungodly sea of what I then later termed in a ranting bulletin entitled "I am the Omega Man" as: "hideous, horrible, docker-wearing, fat-assed, never heard of the Cramps, will sue you if you give them the wrong table, have never been told no, awful, horrible, hideous, soulless, energy-sucking Guffs, breeding cloney, rotten, spoiled, undisciplined children, soulless Bush-supporting people that I moved here to get away from and now am overwhelmed by. TEEMING, like rats or cockroaches, only less attractive and more abundant."

And frankly, I believe I may have been being a little kind with this description.

I'm not going to post my bulletin here as it was written in a drunk and depressed state of mind and you've all heard me sing this song too many times already. But I do want to post the gorgeous responses I got. It has restored my faith quite a bit. We have a small island of intelligence left in NY and I am grateful that myspace keeps me connected to it. Thank you, thank you my generous friends...

From Rik Rocket:
Well there a couple of Omega People left....

I've been in the same apt on 1st ave & 6th for 12 years (whoa!)..

I know, Raff it's fuckin' soul deadening.. the hummers, the cigars, the FUCKING DOUBLE WIDE BABY STROLLERS, the cackling, evil, sex-&-the-city, banana republic stepford wastes of oxygen, breeder, pathetic excuses for women, the frat-boy, flip=flop-wearing, Nickelback-requesting 'men'....

I hate the way they force murderous thoughts into my head when I'm just trying to go to the fuckin bodega....

I came to the city for the same reasons....Where are the kick-ass women (and you know what I mean by KICK-ASS women) Kick-ass bands, artists...KICK-ASS ANYTHING?????

I miss ave A, B, C... I miss St. MArks....I miss Wah wah, GreenDoor, 7B, pyramid, Shit! I even miss just 5 YEARS AGO: CIH, LIFE, SQUEEZEBOX....

I miss there actually being a real scene...bands that really rocked, not just rocked 'good enough' for whatever bullshit city they moved here from....

It's sad and depressing....and to have to constantly hold back so you don't sound like a griping old-fogey. Looking at these 22 year olds and thinking 'you think you are *CRAZY!!* but you are so not crazy at all....' And then feelin like a bitter old dick for thinking that way....

Shit I even miss the dimebag rastas on my corner...

i was Djing at Motor a few weeks ago when some 22 year old blonde yuppie larvae asks me, "Can you play some black music?"---dead serious.
I blinked.
I said, "You mean music performed by 'Black People'?
She nods. Still smiling as if she were ordering a venti frappe-mocha-chino.
I say, "Do you mean 'Temptations' black music or 'DMX' black music.
"Yeah Like DMX!". Still smiling wide eyed.
All this while I am currently spinning: stooges, zep, FUCKING BLUES BASED ROCK! IT'S ALL BLACK MUSIC YOU WASTE OF DNA!!!
I played a block of Chuck Berry, jimi, Screamin Jay & Little Richard (which I'm sure was lost on her.)

It's these moments when you hope Darwin was right and one day she will ask the wrong person to play 'black music' and she will be mercifully removed from the gene pool.

Sorry to ramble....

Don't mean to date, Raff, but one of the first shows I ever saw in the city was CSFH at the OLD Ritz.......the Joey ramone circus of the perverse...

You're one of the reasons I'm here too.

You've always been an amazing, strong incredible woman and a great inspiration to me, whatever that may be worth to you, heh...
You're also correct about everything.
You're not alone.
I can't really offer any advice, but all the support I got is yours.

~Rik


From Michael:

Wow . I love your honesty .It is so pure. What come to mind and this is all stream of consciense it's 2 am , I just played a motorhead show , so bear with me . You are revolution .It's inside you . Your core your soul your essence ,spirit , being it doesn't matter where you are Timbuktu , toyko ,times square ad infinity . That's the real part that's the beauty ,that's the spirit . that can never be extinguished . There can be a starbucks on every corner .But they can take away what is within. the invincibiltiy you feel when you listen to your favorite song .No one can take that from you . the drive the passion the love for yourself , your friends , rock and roll , fashion energy all the good shit . That's what it is . it's not where your from it's where your at . The joy you bring people from your words and your truth . i know the city is gone . I grew up in the bronx !!! in the 1970's !! blackouts , crime violence ! The son of sam !

You didnt go to Avenue A ! Whiteboys used to get jumped in Willamsburg . So many of my boys got stabbed on avenue b hit with bats , on and on.

When I was 14 I turned the corner out of the D train to go to Cbgb's for a show (My first) and I was afraid !! I was afraid of the kids outside !! PCP and chains and punks living on the street ! I loved it .

I know it is gone . i live 5 blocks from Lamour east . No hipsters , no yuppies , no goat cheese . Just humble working folk . My super loves me . I helped him out when an apartment upstairs had a fire .

Maybe a vacation ?
maybe a moment of silence for our dead city ?
Pray for apocolypse ?

I have empathy for you . I feel your truth . I went to Willamsburg to go to a studio space . I want a shirt that says I was born here Motherfucker .!! NYC !! Who the fuck are you to call yourself a newyorker you hipster scum brown shoe member's only jkt prick!!

I dated a girl who lived out there a while ago .. I used to jump out of the train , put Sabbath on my headphones and god help you if you were in my way when I stormed down the street . Those fucks didnt get out of my way fast enough !!

I dont have an answer Raff only thoughts .
I love to listen to you and I can identify with you
I pray you find and answer and some solace .

Btw the turbo ac's are playing in Berlin in september on the 14th . That is so much like old NYC .
maybe a vacation , you will be on the guest list ....


From Jim:

I started coming to NYC in as a teen in the late 70's. It was frightening but at the same time every unfamiliar step was filled with a feeling I don't think I could ever adequately describe. Like me I am sure you felt it. Perhaps that is the best way to remember it. NYC felt like no place on Earth. I had to be here. One day.

I suffered through college at the urging of my parents spending most of my free time here in a drunken and drugged up stupor. I finally made it here 1982 or 1983 I can't really remember. I do remember where I lived. 6th street between avenue C and Avenue D in a one room studio on the ground floor with three other friends. First building in the middle of the block. The rest of the block was burnt out and razed. It was totally cool.

Four years of college and my life was finally my own. So I became a bike messenger. That gave me tax free dollars to pay my share of the rent and and keep me in a fucked up stupor. I was in heaven.

I know it's quite some time ago but I remember so much as if it where yesterday. I think most of all I miss hanging out on St. Marks. Freebeing every Tuesday looking at the chalk board in the window checking out the new LP arrivals. Flip on 8th street and all my friends that worked there. Hanging out in the park drinking Olde English and eating bags of barbecued Bon Tons by the bag and smoking Pot over a burning barrel.

I remember all the friends lost and wonder what happened to many of them. The end came too soon for some. Drugs, AIDS, Suicide. Some just disappeared. A few amazingly got thier shit together and fled the city and are now suburban Moms and Dads.

I sometimes wonder about the babies I held while so their parents could take a picture of them with the freak with the giant Mohawk. Those kids are in their 20's now I suppose. I wonder if they grew up looking at those pictures.

I remember the shitty bands I was in that never went anywhere. But at the same time left me with treasured memories. Rock star? Fuck that. It was allabout getting drunk and getting laid. Rock 'N' Roll.

I could go on forever. I just turned 44 a couple of weeks back. Guess what? NYC has changed dramatically over the years. I for better or worse have not. I remember as you remember. But for me the past is the past. I can't go back and relive it.I just hope everyday that the present gets better. I will live until I die. Until I die I will live here. No place on Earth I have ever been has ever come close to NYC.

I have hope. I will always be myself. NYC will always be in transition. On some level I suppose I am in transition too but they will never steal my soul or break my spirit. I want to be happy.

I wish you to be happy too.

Jim


From the lovely Tanya:

i know i needn't say it
but you know i adore you...
i have the many of the same feeling you've
expressed here...
i wouldn't dream of attempting to convince
anyone of remaining here...
especially someone who remembers how
wonderful nyc used to be...
the jessica simpsons & their poodles or
yorkies or whatever complaining about spanish
kids on their bikes on the sidewalks & the homeless
& their "having to look at them" on the les
turns my stomach in such a way that i just
wanna beat their heads in & feed them their dogs...
the standards for hip & cool has nothing to do
with heart, individuality or harmony....
(i could rant for a while but the pain from my recent
root canal demands i lay down so i'll try to be brief)
yer discomfort is felt by many....
lost, here, at home...
everything changes & i don't want to go with it....
yep, i wanna leave too...
& the country isn't as unappealing as it used to be
which freaks me out cuz i'm a city girl...
but until you find yer way,
used these bastards as the example for being grateful
that you are who you are...
cuz no matter how
"beautiful" or "successful" or "happy" they "are",
they're soul sucking home wrecking parasites who
aren't worth the spit i would toss at them...
"TEEMING, like rats or cockroaches,
only less attractive and more abundant. "
couldn't have been said more perfectly...

i love you raffaele...
& not in one of those
"we're such good friends" ways...
but more of a real woman way...
you always impress me....
& make me happy to have known you
even the little bit that i have...
be strong in yer days & nights...

big kiss...
~tanya


From Douglas J:

new york aint what it used to be for sure, but nothing ever is... sometimes i walk around and miss some of my old stomping grounds or get sad about what has become of said stomping grounds and i try to think if it's them that's changed or if its me... sometimes its one or the other, sometimes its both.

but i always think about the drones walking around just there looking around for what used to be... and they won't find it, not because its gone gone gone, but cause they never look deep enough. they never have and never will. but they aren't the problem cause they were always there, on the outside looking in thinking they were on the inside looking out.

sometimes, my favorite thing to do in this city is to pass some street or building and turn to whoever i am with and say "this happened there, or i used to eat here after a night out across the street, etc. etc." THAT new york is always there and no matter how many clubs they renovate or buildings they tear down or used clothing stores they turn into bloomingdales or prada, THAT new york is always underneath.

which is where it always was in the first place, no?


From Tim:

I read the bulletin you had posted last night about the East Village changing, and what it's like for you now. I wanted to let you know that I feel your pain...

I'm living in midtown now (54th & 8th). Often I think I miss the EV, but then I think I'm missing something that isn't there anymore. Then I go down there, a couple of times a week, and I hate it - especially at night when all of those people are out. The daytime isn't so bad. It's a bummer to be sure.

The same thing goes for the meat packing district...have you been over there lately. It's horrendous! There are some good restaurants but the crowds are just hideous. A frined of mine & I have taken to calling it the douche bag district.

The conformity is just rampant...something I've been pretty conscious of since around junior high school when I was the lone punk rocker, and everyone else was in their Journey t-shirts. Ya know? I also think our age (around 40, give or take) has something to do with it.

Anyway...just wanted to let you know you're not alone. I can relate big time.

Hope you're well otherwise...

Tim Broun

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