...or the bastard's shortest cbgb post ever
i'm not going to bore you with links back to the bastard's many tirades about my disdain for the closing of the birthplace of punk rock. part of it is because my body is racked with pain from chopping wood with an axe. part of it is the fact that i'm tired of shouting from the fucking rooftops about how wrong you are (and you know who you are). but mostly, i won't run a long one because as i'm getting older, i realize that like the old poetic addage goes, "the world doesn't end with a bang but with a whimper". so i leave you with this,
dear new york,
a place that was uniquely ours is leaving so that you can sleep at night in apartments you should have never thought of as a good place to raise your families. that's what suburbia is for. now when you wake up 10 years from now and grow up to be just like your parents, and your kids head west to search for underground culture, just remember that, underground culture used to live 2 blocks away from you. and it was yours. it was ours. we all lose today. go to hell.