Moon Taxi. Nashville boys. Jammy. Funky. Rock and roll. Tonight at Brooklyn Bowl (finally) after a fabulous old school Italian dinner in Brooklyn Heights. With old family friends and new. Will report back. In the meantime, check out this little diddy.
This Thanksgiving. A family postcard. For giving thanks. From 1923. Gotta give thanks for a long healthy family lineage. For Thanksgiving. For tradition. Carried on through the generations.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with...– Ralph Waldo Emerson
things i'm thankful for this year
family friends gchat ost americanos greek yogurt italy happy hour words with friends vacation time the revival of live music and concert going red wine lunch breaks vitamin b12 farmers markets east river sunrises having a job thinsulate technology peanut butter and bananas peanut butter with bananas free speech red wine etc.
James Vincent McMorrow - We Don’t Eat Set to a Manhattan montage.
Sort of. Occupy Wall Street September 17, 2011 - November 15, 2011 So much potential. Stunted by your its stinky ambivalence.
FOODIE FILES: JEFFREY'S GROCERY
By day…. a neighborhood grocer a corner market a boutique bodega a country store a luncheonette Buy your flowers, your olive oil, your meats and cheeses. Your wine. But by night…. Oh, by night… clear the counters dim the lights cue the cocktails and the raw oysters and the hip hop A pressed-tin ceilinged, candlelit, hipster haven hideaway in the West...
When they played this, towards the beginning of...
It was be-yond. Stills slayed it on the guitar. Nash pranced about, more sprightly and mystical (and barefoot) than ever. And Crosby. The old wiseman. How I would love to tip one back with him. And all the while, harmonizing like it was still 1969. They couldn’t have picked a better venue than the Beacon. Or a better set list: opened with Woodstock, followed by Marrakesh Express,...
Crosby Stills and Nash tonight at the Beacon with...