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battery park. presumably a tourist. april 2012.

As a gal whose first lesson in muic was steeped in the loveliness of the 80’s, Billy Bragg is someone whose work with whom I’m more than acquainted. However, it was the soundtrack for Walking and Talking which, by the way, sums up NYC relationships to a perfection of which is normally unheard, I heard this song and fell in love.

Although this song does make its way into my rotation from time-to-time, it is the fact that Billy Bragg and Wilco recently released a new album, Mermaid Avenue – The Complete Sessions that I was reminded of this one in particular Billy Bragg song once again.

It’s bad timing and me
We find a lot of things out this way
And there’s you
A little black cloud in a dress
The temptation
To take the precious things we have apart
To see how they work
Must be resisted for they never fit together again

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port de barcelona. march 2012.

I love this song for two reasons: 1. it’s about my beloved NYC, or rather Coney Island; 2. it’s about a gal named “Amanda.”

New York this morning, it was 8am LA time
And I could be there by this evening
Said the girl on the airline line

So I bought that ticket, and I got in that cab
But I didn’t make it babe to the airport like that

No I wound up walking out by the ocean today
And there were naked women dancing in the Mermaid Parade
And ah Amanda did you see me today
Watchin’ those women dancing in the Mermaid Parade
And ah Amanda did you see me today
Watchin’ those women waltz by in the Mermaid Parade

Now our hearts were on fire only two weeks ago
And our bodies were like live wires down on the beach in Mexico
But I came back to this city and you stayed home in LA
And then our two years of marriage
In two short weeks somehow just slipped away

And I know all about your new man
Your new older, old man and I heard that he’s married
Ah you be careful Amanda
And yeah I found a new friend too
And yeah she’s pretty and small
But god damn it Amanda, oh god damn it all

I went out walkin’ out by the ocean today
And there were naked women dancing
In the Mermaid Parade
And ah Amanda did you see me today
Watchin’ those women dancing in the Mermaid Parade
And ah Amanda were you with me today
Watchin’ those women waltz by in the Mermaid Parade
And ah Amanda were you with me today
Watchin’ those women waltz by In the Mermaid Parade

even the moon is fancier in paris. april 2012.

I love a writer who slices herself open, shows you her insides and doesn’t make a single apology for it. Sometimes you need to bleed, bleed, bleed.

“I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing, my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.” – Anaïs Nin

carousel in front of the basilique du sacré-cœur. march 2012.

When I first saw Silence of the Lambs I fell in love with the creepy song, “Goodbye Horses” by Q Lazzarus. It took me years to find out the name of the band and song, and it was only after bonding with a stranger at a bar that I found out who it was. Since then, it has been one of my usual karaoke songs.

If I were to start a band, I’d perform this bad boy at every live show.

all that remains of billy's antiques and props on houston and the bowery. 12 april 2012.

It’s hard not to love the spring in New York. Everything and everyone wakes up and the world feels like it’s full of possibility. Even when it rains, it still has this sensation of promise. It’s strange.

Billy’s Antiques and Props was a staple in the city that represented old New York. But as the Bowery becomes more and more gentrified, places like Billy’s now longer have a home. It saddens me that I’m part of that gentrification. I would have loved to roam the East Village and the Lower East Side in the 70’s and 80’s when it was sketchy and cabs wouldn’t even come down here. Now the scariest thing are the “bridge and tunnel” folks on the weekends with their puka necklaces and Jersey Shore hair. That shit keeps me up at night.

I love “Springtime in New York,” by Jonathan Richman. It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s singing about my neighborhood. I swear.

lower east side. september 2011.

Whether he goes by Say Hi or Say Hi to Your Mom, I love Eric Elbogen. I’m a sucker for quirky pop songs.

I’ll only light ’cause you’re my match.
admit it, I took out your trash.
there’s stars in your eyes
and they’re shooting.

we never hung things on the wall
we’d play up the pixies and the fall
there’s a treasure in your heart
just like a pirate’s booty.

but believe me, there’s a better arnold palmer to play your
course
and a better bob villa to build our windows and your doors
we can never decide what to call the cat, so we called her cat.

so it’s time to go, it’s time to go away.
time to go, it’s time to go away.

you keep the records in the pogos
don’t weep, you’ll have your pick of bows
will they write it in the papers
so they’re already outside

and we’ll be bruised up in the morning,
they’ll tell us jokes that are real corny.
but we’ll bounce back,
just like the moon bounce in our backyard.

and believe me, there’s a better frankenstein for you to bride
and a better president to look you in the eyes and lie.
we can never decide what to call the cat,
so we called her cat.
and it’s time to go, it’s time to go away.
it’s time to go, it’s time to go away.