feelin that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out - -for another day
The level of idiocy going on at the Indian Embassy is so...Stooge-like, I don't even want to start explaining it. After a while Indian bureaucracy ceases to bring a smile to your face, or even to be an interesting story.
And everyone knows (or at least I do - and I'm everyone, aren't I??) that Mercury Retrograde is no good for creating new media...better for reviewing old.
Since the Embassy is full of stooges, I decided the best soundtrack was Iggy & the Stooges.
Sometimes people ask me about the red scar on the side of my nose. I'm not sure I am ready to tell that story on the blog, or anywhere really, but the Stooges album Funhouse got me through that episode of my life (about 1984).
In this vintage video, you can see the backdrop of Max's Kansas City, which was (believe it or not, kids - yes, I'm old) the first nightclub I ever, ever went to in New York City. It was still open in 1981. Yes, these feet have trod where the feet of Lou , Andy & Nico trod!
I was underage, but they weren't checking.
Alan Vega (from the avant-punk duo Suicide) and I stayed up till closing time, watching the Dictators and wondering if Johnny Thunders would ever take the stage as scheduled. (He never did. Come to think of it, I always thought Johnny Thunders looked kind of Indian. )
All that, and I still made it to French class at CUNY the next morning.
Here's my therapist Iggy, and a few ambient random (Rambient??) Kat-town photos. Enjoy!