Last night I was thinking about my first concert ever.
It was New Edition at the Intrepid. I couldn't have been older than 8 at the time. My mom got tickets for me and my babysitter, Mark, who I looked up to an idolized. I think he must've been in High school. I can't imagine my mom leaving me with a 12 year-old. She was crazy paranoid.
The real crazy thing about the concert was the opening acts. They were the Rappin Duke of "Duh huh, Duh Huh" fame and the rap group that sang " A Dollar Bill Y'All". They both had to be the wierdes and funniest rap groups ever. Both blew up for a little bit. The Rappin' Duke ended up coming out with another album, he was so popular. I can't find the name for the dollar bill group anywhere though.
What kept me up last night though was thinking of how I had a New Edition poster on my was that, in my mind's eye seems so New Kid on The Block'ish. I'm pretty sure it was pink, and it was a TrapperKeeper( remeber those?!?)girl would have with pictures of the group on it. I can't believe my mother didn't question my sexuality. I really can't remember if I got the poster at the concert or before. I had another one that was definitely purchased before that depicted their hit "Mr. Telephone Man". This one wasn't too gay. It just showed them on the street with some telephone repair me. Its funny to think how oblivious they were to think that the click they kept hearing on the the phone wasn't the girl hanging up on them but a phone malfunction!
I also had 2 Michael Jackson posters up at the time. One where his head is in his hand and he's on he lighted sidewalk in the Billy Jean video. Not too gay. This hung over my bed. The other one was in the hall way on the door of the closet right outside my room It was the thriller cast poster. all the monsters surrounding Michael, looking menacing as can be. It scared the shit out of me, which is why it was moved out of my room. Not gay. Along with those I had a Sports Illustrated cover with Alan Cummings on the cover. If you're looking hard, that's sorta gay. I also had a Raggedy Ann toy box which was super gay. I can't believe my mom bought that for me. I'm sort of pissed about it now.
But I digress. The show was sick. During the "Dollar bill" song the group actually accepted dollar bills from the audience as opposed to today's rap groups who throw money in to the crowd, a la Puffy and Biggie when I saw them at the beacon with Wu Tang. The greatest rp concert ever.
Seeing the concert at an aircraft carrier was awesome for me seeing as how I wanted to be a Navy fighter pilot. I don't remember dancing but I do remember saying "Duh Huh, Duh Huh" all night.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Whoopi and The Magical Mystery Tour
So I meet Whoopi Goldberg, while smoking a bowl at a supermarket in the Village at Bleeker and LaGaurdia with two girls from I-don'tknow-where on there way to Europe for school.
Whoopi signed one of the girls journals after shopping( This was at 6 a.m).
Drinking Tequila we walk east.
Sitting on the stone steps of the park at Houston and the Bowery after watching the elderly chinese woman excercise, we digested psilocybin.Onward to STARBUCKS!!!!
There, as i'm drinking a red bull, I start tripping balls and I talk to an old man and his son who are with a group inside the bucks. Its like 7 a.m and it turns out there on a huge group scavenger hunt. My friends tell me that people were falling asleep inside. The only thing I thought was why they just didn't catch a buzz. I bet that scavenger hunt would be soo much more fun.
Onto the roof of 7 Rivington (Rivington Steele) and the turbo smurf and the Tiger pointing to his third eye. This was all done in ans incredible dispaly of graffiti. Besides the art we we're privy to rival artist leaving message to eachother on the wall . A rare occurence. Onto Prince and B'way, and the bookstore with the picture book of monkeys. "Dude!!""Fucking Yankees" read the Headline in The onion. We screamed and laughed.Beer. Jersey Street.. It also must be the shortest street in NYC. We stop at a Bright Blue door , 1 Jersey St. and pound beers.
For some reason one of my companions had a buch of post cards. We each wrote one to whom we thought lived at 1 Jersey St. (In all my years of running around below 14th st. I never saw or heard of this block. Dropping a post card at 1 Jersey St. thanking them for the use of their stoop.
We turn onto a block that is just a bar.Opening the Bar. Taking a shot of Tequila and welcoming a group to this bar. "This is the Best Bar EVEr!"
Subway. To a full subway car I scream, "Hi-Five me if you're not a self important New Yorker!!" Everybody did it. I guilted people into Hi-Fiving me.. Then we asked the subway car" What do you call people from Memphis?!" This was hilarious to us."Memphistopilians"? "Memphibians"? "Aphisianados"? "A Scientist!" That one had me on the floor of the subway.
We bought $5 weed on B'way and 163. $1.25 22 oz. Beer. Walking to the Hudson.I was called John the Baptist for making us all take of our shoes and put our feet into the water. They were appreciative of the journey up past mid-town. We walk to a huge cemetary and decide its a good idea to sleep in the cemetary in front of William Astor's Moselium. I had never actually hung out in a cemetary. I always see it in movies. This was a luscious, historic patch. We were woken up at 4 by the "Crypt Keeper"!!And this all started by us screaming "Whoopi!!!" Thanks to Paul Sado for buzzing me into Rivington Steele
Whoopi signed one of the girls journals after shopping( This was at 6 a.m).
Drinking Tequila we walk east.
Sitting on the stone steps of the park at Houston and the Bowery after watching the elderly chinese woman excercise, we digested psilocybin.Onward to STARBUCKS!!!!
There, as i'm drinking a red bull, I start tripping balls and I talk to an old man and his son who are with a group inside the bucks. Its like 7 a.m and it turns out there on a huge group scavenger hunt. My friends tell me that people were falling asleep inside. The only thing I thought was why they just didn't catch a buzz. I bet that scavenger hunt would be soo much more fun.
Onto the roof of 7 Rivington (Rivington Steele) and the turbo smurf and the Tiger pointing to his third eye. This was all done in ans incredible dispaly of graffiti. Besides the art we we're privy to rival artist leaving message to eachother on the wall . A rare occurence. Onto Prince and B'way, and the bookstore with the picture book of monkeys. "Dude!!""Fucking Yankees" read the Headline in The onion. We screamed and laughed.Beer. Jersey Street.. It also must be the shortest street in NYC. We stop at a Bright Blue door , 1 Jersey St. and pound beers.
For some reason one of my companions had a buch of post cards. We each wrote one to whom we thought lived at 1 Jersey St. (In all my years of running around below 14th st. I never saw or heard of this block. Dropping a post card at 1 Jersey St. thanking them for the use of their stoop.
We turn onto a block that is just a bar.Opening the Bar. Taking a shot of Tequila and welcoming a group to this bar. "This is the Best Bar EVEr!"
Subway. To a full subway car I scream, "Hi-Five me if you're not a self important New Yorker!!" Everybody did it. I guilted people into Hi-Fiving me.. Then we asked the subway car" What do you call people from Memphis?!" This was hilarious to us."Memphistopilians"? "Memphibians"? "Aphisianados"? "A Scientist!" That one had me on the floor of the subway.
We bought $5 weed on B'way and 163. $1.25 22 oz. Beer. Walking to the Hudson.I was called John the Baptist for making us all take of our shoes and put our feet into the water. They were appreciative of the journey up past mid-town. We walk to a huge cemetary and decide its a good idea to sleep in the cemetary in front of William Astor's Moselium. I had never actually hung out in a cemetary. I always see it in movies. This was a luscious, historic patch. We were woken up at 4 by the "Crypt Keeper"!!And this all started by us screaming "Whoopi!!!" Thanks to Paul Sado for buzzing me into Rivington Steele
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