no time for vermin
Proverbial shit has hit the proverbial fan, and stuff is due. Consequently I don’t have time to count rats in the subway, but the last I remember it was up to #13.
Besides homework, on Friday night I was introduced to some LEGIT live jazz, no surprise that it is in Harlem, at St. Nick’s Pub http://www.stnicksjazzpub.net/, just some 1.5 blocks from the apartment.
History is just oozing from that bass. Sure there were new strings and a new stand, but that body has seen some shit. Plus the guy had like three teeth. Doesn’t get much more legit than that.
Only strange part of St. Nick’s, walking there our party of five was greeted with a very welcoming remark, “White people.” As in “Ohh/ewww white people.” Clearly people aren’t over it, or themselves, or the fact that we are different colors.
Speaking of racism, went to McSorley’s last night,
Established in 1854, this is another location with its own brand of history.
Brand as in you get a choice of their ale or their ale, in light or dark, both of which are very delicious. Light or dark. Racism.
So much history has this place, that the “toilet” was vamped with a wall to separate men from women, because you know, women didn’t go there in 1854. Back then it was a total sausage fest.
This morning,
The most glamorous part of advertising. Putting that shit up.
