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).
I swear to Godzilla, if it hadn't been for songs like "Down on the Street," I might not be here, at least not psychologically. It was better than all the therapy available in NYC at the time (not that I could have afforded therapy anyway). 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!
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