Monthly Archives: March 2014

The View Along Schermerhorn Street

March 5, 2014 – 6:12 pm

The empty lots around downtown Brooklyn are disappearing fast. A blue wall guards this site and small square windows allow a view on the foundation work. I suspect the developer will build a hi-rise condo. People want to live downtown. There are subways going everywhere and the stores along the Fulton Mall serving the black […]

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Ramones – California Sun 1976

March 5, 2014 – 1:46 pm

I was walking down the Bowery in 1976. I heard a band playing a breakneck version of CALIFORNIA SUN from inside a white-stuccoed bar. I walked inside, paid my admission, and walked to the stage, mesmerized by the leather-jacketed quartet. In less than a minute I was hooked by the Ramones and still am to […]

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Captain Tom To Ground Control

March 4, 2014 – 12:42 am

My telephone rarely rings from day to day. Young people have abandoned conversation in favor of texting. They avoid face to face encounters, preferring to communicate with friends thousands of miles away rather than the person next to tem at a dinner table. Even more disturbing is their devotion to sending selfies in the billions […]

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The End Of The Road

March 3, 2014 – 7:44 pm

The other day I was speaking with Bruce Benderson. Both of us were lamenting the hard economic times. “I’m four months behind in my rent.” Bruce still lived in the East Village. “I’m only one month.” I had been economically cleansed from East 1Oth Street by a $10,000 buyout from the managment company. The money […]

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Colussus By David Henderson

March 3, 2014 – 5:03 pm

Dead artists rule the art market. Picasso, Dali, Warhol go for millions. The wealthy buyers feel safe spending money on bona fide masterpieces, because they don’t have the time to develop passion about living painters, sculpturers, or writers. I’m dead broke. My wallet has $20 in it. My refrigerator has food and two beers. For […]

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