Riding with the backpack on me as opposed to the soft briefcase I'd been using last week. I had contemplated tossing that thing in the trash and I suppose I still should but it's light and gets the job done. Anyway, while the pack isn't heavy today it's filled with food, clothes, books, and papers to be recycled. I'm wearing a sleeve-less tee today, and figure I will change in to one of my shirts in the bathroom before going to my desk and to avoid being seen by anyone at the office. Will do the same thing later for the lunch run.
On my way out of Penn today, I navigated further down the Morning Ride playlist and began with Faith No More's "Epic," which was the anthem of 1989/90. That was one of the very first real "current" rock songs I'd heard as an 8-9 year old having seen it on MTV and it certainly stirred something up. No malice but totally intense, tough, and fun. I even played that song with Graven Image, a heavy metal band I sang for during my senior year of high school with 3 really talented dudes who were a year younger than me. We never played any shows but I loved jamming with these dudes who almost never missed a note and for whom I was certainly the weak link. The guitar player was a cool guy named Ben, and was directly responsible for helping me get Liz's number months after we'd first met in 2005.
"Girls" by Tricky with Anthony & John came on. The whole song is a crescendo and pumps me up. I flew through/under the post office and made my way toward 10th when I saw a white "Empress" limo which I had seen last Thurs or Fri turning around 14th street on the ride back. It was beaten up along its long side in the same spot and had a novelty tire on its side -- there's no way it was a different one. It was parked so I suppose it's being serviced at one of the many spots across from the galleries on 10th ave. Interesting dynamic there. I wonder who was being chauferred in it last week and how much or how little $ that person had. Or was it a prop for a movie?
Was pretty PO'd when I had to stop at the corner. Was just about to cross when someone pulled out of their parallel spot -- I probably could've proceeded but didn't want to chance it.
(Airboune - "Stand Up For Rock & Roll") I heard on the news this morning that a pedestrian punched a PA on the set of the biking movie I'd previously written about. That was up on 104th Street but I just passed where they'd been filming the past couple of weeks. It's a two-way street. When they film in a high-volume spot in Manhattan, some people do not give a shit about you, or your goddamn movie. They shouldn't have to. They certainly don't want to be told by some skinny 20-year-old intern not flashing an NYPD or FDNY badge that they can't cross the street. I get it becuase what if the guy had to see his wife, pick up tickets at a window about to close or had to take a dump? I was almost that PA and am glad I never went that route because nobody respects you. I did it for 6 days in a production office and said the hell with it. (Van Halen - "Unchained") On the other hand, I hope the kid gets some recognition for getting punched out (they showed a photo on tv) and taking one for the team. Next step: PAY HIM MORE MONEY or PROMOTE HIM.
"Radiation Day" by Monster Magnet came on as I was passing the WFCs. This is off the "Monolithic Baby!" album which had eluded me for a long time and I legitimately downloaded for free off a music service's free trial. I can't "not have" a Monster Magnet album. I'd had the song for a while but when they played it live last year at the Gramercy it pushed it over the edge for me. And if you are a fan of "Sons of Anarchy," it was played in the chase of Season 2 Ep. 1.
Coming up Albany and on to Thames (the alleyway that is the lair of Big Al's Pizza, best place around here) was "Let Me Drown" by Soundgarden. The idea of dying while being doused is appealing now as I'm boiling and stuck behind buses before making it up to Broadway.
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