Sunday, June 28, 2009

Cow Chasers on 10th Avenue ~ Yahoo!


Cowboys as cow chasers?
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Before the High Line elevated freight trains above the west side streets, there were cowboys on 10th & 11th Avenues shooing carts, vehicles and people off the street bed when the trains rolled by.
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The High Line is a section of the former elevated freight railroad of the West Side Line, along the lower west side of Manhattan. It runs from 34th Street near the Javits Convention Center to Gansevoort Street in the Meat Packing District of the West Village. The High Line was built in the early 1930s by the New York Central Railroad and was an active railway until 1980.
























































































































Saturday, June 27, 2009

It's Good for Your Body, It's Good For Soul













Ladies and gentlemen,The golden age of rock and roll....
Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy.
Screaming for the face at the window.
Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies,
Fighting for a place in the front row.
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(its good for your body, its good for your soul)
Ohhh, ohhh, lets go!(its the golden age of rock and roll).
Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz,
Guitars getting higher and higher.
The dude in the paint thinks hes gonna faint,
Stoke more coke on the fire.
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old)
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).
The golden age of rock and roll will never die,
As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry.
Dont wanna smash - want a smash sensation,
Dont wanna wreck; just recreation,
Dont wanna fight - but if you turn us down
Were gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound.
The shows gotta move, everybody groove
There aint no trouble on the streets now.
So if the going gets rough,Dont you blame us
You ninety-six decible freaks
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(its good for body, its good for your soul)
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old)
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its good for body, its good for your soul)
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh(you gotta stay young, you can never grow old)
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its good for body, its good for your soul)
Ohhh, ohhh, whoooa(its the golden age of rock and roll).
That's all...
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Music saved my soul, I have no doubt. Off to the Losers Lounge show at Joe's Pub after a fantastic afternoon of bicycling to the GW Bridge and back down to the Brooklyn Bridge and finished with a spin through Central Park. Life is good.
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Friday, June 26, 2009

It's Still Raining? More Mermaid Parade!

Today's poor weather makes this week a tie for the worst weather wise vacation week I've ever taken. It previously was a three way tie between two Long Beach Island weeks with the Harveys and Hoelheins in early 90s, and a June week in 1977 in the St. John's Rugby house in East Quogue behind a big row of bushes on Montauk Highway across the street from the Citgo station with Yvette Baez, Michelle Migliori and Timmy "I'm a Computer Fixer" Crowley.
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In LBI, all nine kids were young and the rain finished a miserable second to a horrific undertow that kept everybody out of the water both weeks. The highlight of the shore trips was putting the kids to bed each night and stealing one hour of silence before we passed out. The men's offers to go the store sounded like parrots, "Need anything? Need anything? Polly want a Pamper?"
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One single afternoon in two weeks, the sun popped out from a bank of clouds for 45 minutes, we went bananas. You would of thought we were a family in church at a Baptist funeral.
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The 1977 week was a lost week of drinking and stinking and whining about the lack of sun and tan. It was cold too. But we played a lot of hide and go seek in the big creepy house, there were many secret deep closets, and we did see "Annie Hall." I couldn't have been with three funnier people so the cabin fever was tolerable.
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This week is now, so it squeaks by the other three rainy duds. But I'd be lying, if I said it's a total loss. I saw Ian Hunter rock out for free on the Hudson River the other night, I cheered the Mermaid Parade in between the rain drops last Saturday at Coney Island, I rode bikes in the rain with Alison when we visited the Little Red Lighthouse, and all importantly I'm not at work. Hip, hip.






























Thursday, June 25, 2009

All the Way From Memphis


Yeah its a mighty long way,
down rock and roll,
As your name gets hot,
so your heart grows cold,
and you gotta stay young man,
you can never be old,
All the way from Memphis

Ian Hunter & Jimmy Mastro rocking on the Hudson at sunset with Tom Otterness mischievous sculptures surrounding you. NYC June bliss.


Ian tore it up in Rockefeller Park last night and his new tunes are solid. My friend, Anne & I roamed the park, explored the naughty Otterness treats and planted ourselves right behind Ian and Jimmy. As close as we were to Ian at the Village Underground six years ago. We sang along on the top of our lungs. Ian played everything with heart and joy. I want to be Ian when I'm 70, doing something I love, and giving it away everyday. Jimmy's guitar playing led my spirit back to Earl Slick & Steve Hunter. Went right through me.

Ian Hunter, Eddie Skuller, Jimmy Mastro, Ed Rogers & Amanda Thorpe, five artists that keep my pilot flying right.
























Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Coney Island's Mermaid Parade


Went to the Mermaid Parade on Saturday. Well worth the trip to Coney Island in the rain. The parade includes everyone you look at in New York City all year long, the characters that make you smile, roll your eyes or shake your head. They come together and march down Surf Avenue in their Funky Broadway Easter best. A visual feast.

Here are photos that need no explanation.






























Saturday, June 20, 2009

Rory is Duckie Doddle


For some reason, the Nuns at St. Stephen of Hungary's school and certain mothers were compelled to put on a talent show every year, despite the fact, there was no talent in the student body, if you discounted the Rhinewald Brothers' dueling accordion act. Nobody wanted to follow Josef and Steven.

In second grade, Mrs. Otis, the show's producer, took advantage of our recent First Communion by having the boys and girls perform a waltz in our blue suits and white communion dresses. I begged my parents to stay home. Faked sick that morning, triggering a kick in the ass from my mother.

Rory's class always did something catchy. His first grade teacher, Sister Beatrice, pretty good with the sewing machine made six outfits for six kids. They were duckies. The rest of the class stood behind them and sang along to the tune, while Rory and the five others shook their bloomer bottoms with the feather tails at the audience. Rory was a champion ham and stole the show. I never got the silly song out of my head.

Today, is Rory's birthday ~ he would have been 53. Happy Birthday, brother.


Here's a verse from "Little Duckie Doddle":

Little Duckie Doddle,
Liked to waddle,
With a Latin Beat.
All the duckies with him,
Got the rhythm,
when he moved his feet.
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Friday, June 19, 2009

Fresh Air Fund ~ Help A Kid Get Out of the City


There is only a week and a half left in The Fresh Air Fund's dollar-for-dollar gift matching program. The Fresh Air Fund provides free summer vacations to children whose families can not afford to get away or send their kids to camp.
Please consider a donation or becoming a host.
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You can look over the Fresh Air Fund program at the link below, and make a donation there. Thank you.
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Dad was not a vacation kind of guy. The only time the four of us got out of the city was a week in Putnam County. My grandparents came too. I don't know details on the location, but I remember five hundred things about the week. There were rabbits, frogs, fish, chickens, dogs, birds, raccoons, kids, dew on the grass, warm lake water in the morning, no sidewalks, crickets, stars, and there was Barbara. She's holding the dog in the picture. I couldn't wait to get up in the morning and play with her. She was a cute tomboy and had no issue with wrestling me ~ she beat me most of the time. She played catch, told jokes and stuck up for me with a couple of older bullies. I remember everything about that week, but it only happened once. Getting out of the city can do that to a kid.