FER-REEEEZING cold out ... 13 degrees C it was.
Came out the subway and passed Phoebe's Street art
and the Blondie Mural (Bobby Grossman's photo and Fairey Shepherd's design)
and crossed the street and down the rickety stairs of the Bowery Electric
and it was PACKED.
Puma Perl came out and David and Emil and Delphine Blue.
And it was SMOKING HOT because of Martin Rev - he was astonishing - just amazing - just so powerful - in his leather vest and shiny black pants and glasses and i don't know WHAT he's doing smacking and giving his synthesizer (?) a charlie horse and what the hell the box was on the top there with all those wires and bits and pieces ... but what he did just hoovered me to the front of the room and i was go-go girl
And this doesn't sound right but I would never have got into Suicide so deep if it wasn't for Tim Broun So THANK YOU.
Martin Rev is force and I just admire the living daylight nightlight flashing lights of him
there's me dancing down the front
and then home to West 76th Street crossing Joey Ramone's Street sign on the way ...
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