the home stretch
I didn't take no shortcuts
I spent the money that I saved up
Aw mama runnin' out of luck
Iggy Pop fucking KILLS live. He was the closer, it was already raining, muddy and a mess, but he starts screaming for people to get on the stage, even though it broke earlier in the day. "Let Them Up! Let Them Up!" over and over, with his ass crack showing smacking the security guards around. The pictures are incredible.
I should've worked much harder
I should have just not bothered
The Strokes were not bad as well. Julian talked a lot, it was 100% better than in California. "Where is this motherfucker, Charely?" It sucked because all the sets were getting shorter towards the end of the night because of the Florida storm, Charely. Speaking of which, is making the last few days of my trip completely miserable. It's been raining for 3 days stright, and I'm very cold.
Drive you to work, you'll be on time
Your little problems, they're not yours they're mine
After the concert, everyone decided to go down to the bar in alphabet city where the after party was. (It is all the way on like 9th street in manhattan). We walked over the bridge in randalls island and it started to pour, and ended up of the east side of 125th. First we had to go to their hotel room which was on the west side of 94th. There was two guys and two girls, so we were all sorts of paranoid running through central park at like 1:30 in the morning...They kept saying, "If we run through the park it will be okay, one guy in the back, one in the front..." Hello what in the fuck does the running aspect do? Haven't you heard of the central park JOGGER?? Running will not make a lick of difference...We made it alive and well. There hotel room looked like The Dreamers...We even smoked out the window of the little community kitchen on the fire escape...Some lady walked into the kitchen with a frying pan, and I'm like, "Watcha cookin?" She gave us all this disgusted look and left...It had to be crack. It just had too. After drinking a bit we took to the streets to find this goddamn bar...looking like shit.
And all together it went well
We made pretend we were best friends
Then she said "Oh you're a freak"
They ordered me to make mistakes
We took the subway down to the village and started walking aimlessly around looking for the bar on b. we got ticketed for alcohol ("No tolerance on Friday or Saturday nights," -NYPD. Obviously Sun-Thurs are ok to drink.) We went to McDonalds for coffee and talk to this angry, drunk, crazy, homeless man with a cowboy hat about Tim McGraw music, Live Like You Were Dying and NYC whith apparately is the only city in the United States of America. "Your from LA? Fuck you, you need to go be in the USA. The USA will kick your ass. I'm a black man, and I will kick your ass. We are bad motherfuckers and will kick your ass. Because we can do anything we want." Everyone else I was with was from either Canada or France, apparantly that didn't make him any happier. Go USA!
I just want to misbehave
I just want to be your slave
You ain't never had nothin' I wanted but
I want it all, I just can't figure out
Nothin'
Aside from the entertainment of the crazy guy the rest of the night was a bust. One of the guys came over to Jersey with me and we listened to the cars, drank my roommates rum and fell asleep. Wednesday night I am playing a couple songs on guitar at a party. I am going to suck very badly. But it's all right. The rest of the festival was very good, but they were handing out free pepsi and dunkin donuts iced lattes, and my stomach was not having them one bit. But Bo Diddley was beautiful, if you call my cell phone you can hear either bo yelling, "I can make your body shake," or nancy sinatra singing boots. It was a very cool night.
Together again, like the beginnin'
It all works somehow in the end
The things we did the thing you hide
But for the record it's between you and I
It is the end of the road for my ny trip and i have mixed emotions about the whole thing. me and my roommate are getting along really well. despite, our minor, but tense, conversation about my deposit, which looks like it wont come back in full but oh well. What can you do. Which reminds me...I have a ton of dishes to do before she gets back from work. So I'm on my way....
One more thing...I'm a Heather...yay
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