An Evening In Midtown.
First of all let me set the record straight. My world doesn't expand from the small piece of Manhattan carved out especially for kids like us. Rarely do I make the trip across 14th Street or below Delancy. I'm prone to crossing the East River now and again, but really, my life is on the L.E.S. When a trip is taken out of this area, it reinforces the notion that I will not be able to move out of my neighborhood for quite some time. Living anywhere else would be a push. It would be like settling for vanilla when you want chocolate chip. It would be a cheeseburger without french fries. It would be like Weezer without Rivers. Basically, it would not compare to what I really wanted and what I've grown accustomed too.
Noah met me in the lobby of my work and we hopped on the ACE train for a trip up to Madison Square Garden. About a week ago Beach had the idea for a boys night at the Garden to see a couple games in the first round of the Big East Tournament. We arrived in the mess that is 34th Street after 5pm, and began to walk around with the other aimless bunches of tourists. Eventually we made our way to the Triple Crown restaurant for a quick bite to eat before heading to some bar for a quick drink. I had promised my body that no booze would enter it, but that promise was barely broken when I sipped a Canadian Club and Water to take the edge off. My body hasn't revolted, but then again, I'm still not healthy.
After Henry's Bar we headed to the Will Call area where we met up with Beach, Oveis and Justin. Builder ended up being a no show. Apparently he had to go back to work or some lame excuse in that vain. Ok, it was legit, but it would have been bitching to have him along. Anyway, we made it into the Garden and headed in to find some decent seats. The place was over half empty, and we figured we would have our pick of the litter. Little did we know that there was an usher with a hard on for kids just like us. This man was a machine. He was skinny as a rail and decaying at 50 years or so. This man had his radar on high last night. As soon as we sat down he was giving us the third degree so we moved on. He quickly hunted us down at our next selection and told us he would throw us out. He started waving his finger at me so I got mad and told him to piss off. We managed to get some seats around the way. These seats had a perfect view of this guy kicking all the kids out of his section. What a blow hard. Does MSG pay him more if people aren't sitting in his section? I didn't understand the conviction behind his asshole tendencies. This guy should have been Culkined, twice.
Both of the games were fantastic. Both contests were decided by 1 point. How often does that happen? I'll tell you its not regular occurrence. The first game featured Notre Dame versus West Virginia. The Irish played a sloppy final 12 minutes of the game. They blew a double digit lead and allowed West Virginia to pull ahead. It was ridiculous, but they pulled it out in the end. The second game was just as solid. Seton Hall lost to Villanova because one of their teammates blew 2 free throws at the end of the game. The second one was an air ball. How embarrassing.
We exited the Garden and took a cab back down to the neighborhood. I met up with Karen and we got a hang on. The night ran a little late, but I still managed to lay off the booze. Tonight may prove to not be as easy as the last.
Get Your Politics On.
Ace reporter and #1 Kerry supporter that I know, Alec Oveis has started a political blog. Check out Purple States and get educated.
Huey Lewis Loves The News.
What the fuck is this? Why would you even try to go against Coachella? Didn’t anyone tell these organizers? Why try to one up the big show. Well, it will work because all the southern kids who don't listen to country are stupid anyway. Except Hawkins.
She may sing, but she still sucks.
Look at how sweet George Michael can be. He will no longer release records that will be for sale. They will be available on line for free. Paul is excited. Sorry George, you aren't going to start any trends with this move.
Rap is being watched.
The Von Bondies respond to Jack White's guilty plea. This is just more press for the Detroit scene, but if you haven't seen a picture of Jason's fucked up face, or you want to relive it. Click this link.
The Strokes and Jet end their little tiff. The 9 pretty boys kissed, made up and then gave each other hand jobs by the pool.
Check out the man live at San Quentin. Rolling Stone previews the Man in Black's famous performance that will air later this month.
Why don't I own this yet?
Gus Van Sant is scheduled to direct a fictional piece on the grunge period. This should be tastefully done well, especially since Gus is the man. Word is that he is planning to work with this star from The Dreamers.
Kind of a weak post, but deal with it.
Today's Ipod mix included: The Smiths, Louder Than Bombs.
First of all let me set the record straight. My world doesn't expand from the small piece of Manhattan carved out especially for kids like us. Rarely do I make the trip across 14th Street or below Delancy. I'm prone to crossing the East River now and again, but really, my life is on the L.E.S. When a trip is taken out of this area, it reinforces the notion that I will not be able to move out of my neighborhood for quite some time. Living anywhere else would be a push. It would be like settling for vanilla when you want chocolate chip. It would be a cheeseburger without french fries. It would be like Weezer without Rivers. Basically, it would not compare to what I really wanted and what I've grown accustomed too.
Noah met me in the lobby of my work and we hopped on the ACE train for a trip up to Madison Square Garden. About a week ago Beach had the idea for a boys night at the Garden to see a couple games in the first round of the Big East Tournament. We arrived in the mess that is 34th Street after 5pm, and began to walk around with the other aimless bunches of tourists. Eventually we made our way to the Triple Crown restaurant for a quick bite to eat before heading to some bar for a quick drink. I had promised my body that no booze would enter it, but that promise was barely broken when I sipped a Canadian Club and Water to take the edge off. My body hasn't revolted, but then again, I'm still not healthy.
After Henry's Bar we headed to the Will Call area where we met up with Beach, Oveis and Justin. Builder ended up being a no show. Apparently he had to go back to work or some lame excuse in that vain. Ok, it was legit, but it would have been bitching to have him along. Anyway, we made it into the Garden and headed in to find some decent seats. The place was over half empty, and we figured we would have our pick of the litter. Little did we know that there was an usher with a hard on for kids just like us. This man was a machine. He was skinny as a rail and decaying at 50 years or so. This man had his radar on high last night. As soon as we sat down he was giving us the third degree so we moved on. He quickly hunted us down at our next selection and told us he would throw us out. He started waving his finger at me so I got mad and told him to piss off. We managed to get some seats around the way. These seats had a perfect view of this guy kicking all the kids out of his section. What a blow hard. Does MSG pay him more if people aren't sitting in his section? I didn't understand the conviction behind his asshole tendencies. This guy should have been Culkined, twice.
Both of the games were fantastic. Both contests were decided by 1 point. How often does that happen? I'll tell you its not regular occurrence. The first game featured Notre Dame versus West Virginia. The Irish played a sloppy final 12 minutes of the game. They blew a double digit lead and allowed West Virginia to pull ahead. It was ridiculous, but they pulled it out in the end. The second game was just as solid. Seton Hall lost to Villanova because one of their teammates blew 2 free throws at the end of the game. The second one was an air ball. How embarrassing.
We exited the Garden and took a cab back down to the neighborhood. I met up with Karen and we got a hang on. The night ran a little late, but I still managed to lay off the booze. Tonight may prove to not be as easy as the last.
Get Your Politics On.
Ace reporter and #1 Kerry supporter that I know, Alec Oveis has started a political blog. Check out Purple States and get educated.
Huey Lewis Loves The News.
What the fuck is this? Why would you even try to go against Coachella? Didn’t anyone tell these organizers? Why try to one up the big show. Well, it will work because all the southern kids who don't listen to country are stupid anyway. Except Hawkins.
She may sing, but she still sucks.
Look at how sweet George Michael can be. He will no longer release records that will be for sale. They will be available on line for free. Paul is excited. Sorry George, you aren't going to start any trends with this move.
Rap is being watched.
The Von Bondies respond to Jack White's guilty plea. This is just more press for the Detroit scene, but if you haven't seen a picture of Jason's fucked up face, or you want to relive it. Click this link.
The Strokes and Jet end their little tiff. The 9 pretty boys kissed, made up and then gave each other hand jobs by the pool.
Check out the man live at San Quentin. Rolling Stone previews the Man in Black's famous performance that will air later this month.
Why don't I own this yet?
Gus Van Sant is scheduled to direct a fictional piece on the grunge period. This should be tastefully done well, especially since Gus is the man. Word is that he is planning to work with this star from The Dreamers.
Kind of a weak post, but deal with it.
Today's Ipod mix included: The Smiths, Louder Than Bombs.
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