<p>Yes. We must make clear. Sinner’s Alley is geography-neutral. It’s on Route 66 somewhere. Visitors from Georgia and Canada and Texas and Missouri and Fiji and Germany and Greece etc. are all welcome. In fact, we have installed special teleport facilities that allow you to stagger up to the doorway, or roar through the window on your Harley if you are driver of course, from anywhere in the world. Just look for the blinking neon sign.
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<p>There’s always one letter burnt out somehow…And we’ve decorated the outside with “tagger” graffiti, in honor of NYC in the '80s…</p>
<p>Mudd Club, yup, tore it up. Keith Haring–used to see him eating in the East Village diners, remember his first works very well. H lived above the St Marks Bar for a while.</p>
<p>One degree separation from Kevin Bacon as he was our neighbor when he was living with Tracy Pollan. One day, Kevin moved out and Michael J Fox started chatting us up in the elevator…all the while gazing longingly at our two boys. He was so anxious to be a father. (Kevin and Kyra lived around the corner. Used to see them in the market. Love her character in her new show).</p>
<p>Alu - your description of SA gives me shivers I adore neon </p>
<p>My first trip to NYC was in the early 70’s - bunch of starving students on a bus from Canada. Loved the MOMA, and got a tour of PS1 which was at that time a decrepit old warehouse filled with artists living spaces and studios (beyond sketchy). Our hotel was in Times Sq, which was a neon blaze of color and I remember blushing at all the porn joints…</p>
<p>This ain’t no Mudd Club, or CBGB’s… What about the Lonestar?</p>
<p>OKAY: I saw many of those plays (via my slave labor job with a NYC entertainment biz bigwig.) I also saw SNL tapings about two or three times a month, in house seats, thanks to that job. (That was when Dennis Miller used to be appealing.) And I had all sorts of chats with Crouse, Mamet, Bergen, et al as they were all constantly calling my boss!!</p>
<p>And I OWN a Keith Haring drawing, that he GAVE me. What a nice guy.</p>
<p>All right, fellas. Our Hunting and Trucks Period: posts #4108-413x. A little sprinkling of other stuff in between. No mommy-talk, though, other than to thoroughly denigrate the entire notion.</p>
<p>Okay, dig and itstoo… Now that you’re here, elevate the discourse, why don’t ya?</p>
<p>Was at Rutgers from 80 - 84 and spent lots of time in NYC. Delivered medical supplies in Manhattan in 85; if anyone had a near death experience with a white Nissan compact truck, sorry.</p>
<p>Saw Richard Thompson at the Bottom Line. Amadeus on a huge screen with the most incredible sound, somewhere in Midtown. Lots of stops at Canal Jeans and Uncle Stevies (226-4010)</p>
<p>Other shows during that time: Elvis Costello, U2 at the Pier, Devo, Jonathan Richman, R.E.M. (free!), Jorma Kaukonen, John Mayall and the finest concert I ever saw: Talking Heads’ Stop Making Sense tour at Forest Hills.</p>
<p>Quote:
Transmit the message, to the receiver, hope for an answer some day. I got three passports, a couple of visas, you don’t even know my real name. </p>
<p>Translation, please?</p>
<pre><code> Lyrics from “Life During Wartime” by Talking Heads.
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<p>Today a friend of mine gave me some wine grapes, reisling and mueller(?). He’s the vineyard manager. Great harvest, great weather, great prices, sweet grapes but…the acid/sugar balance not there nor is there the flavor. </p>
<p>From my meager experience, what quality of fruit in any area of the Western fruit growing region, applies to generally all areas. Good fruit in Central CA, will also have good fruit in OR and WA. </p>
<p>So: for the ladies who are always enjoying a bottle of wine: 2006 vintage will be selective, inexpensive, and good to just to get soused without worrying about the cost. IOW: great for a graduation or hen party.</p>
<p>Elvis Costello! Seen him three times. Saw him at the pier in what, 1982 or something? He did a version of Clowntime is Over that had my jaw on my chest. He is my hero. Everyone needs a New York arty period, even if it’s only a long weekend:).</p>
<p><em>runs away to revise version of boy talk to include wine grapes. Unsure of follow up she reverts to sports</em></p>
<p>Do we think the A’s will put it together or is it Detroit all the way?</p>
<p><em>runs out to the hot tub in the back with the intravenous station for some of our homemade wine from those Reisling grapes we are growing on the hill behind the Alley, using the old tires and rusting truck bodies as the trellis</em></p>
<p>RFLMAO. And The Angels Want to Wear My Red Shoes.</p>
<p>In Sinner’s Alley there is an honorary pair nailed to the wall over the bar. And if you are not cool enough to know Elvis Costello, then we all buy you another drink of choice because you must be very very nice.</p>
<p>Couldn’t help it. The references to Mudd Club and CBGB’s started this song in my head that will now be there for the next week or so. And the lyrics I posted seemed to fit CC: putting some message out there and hoping for a response, as well as the reference to not knowing real names. But of course Stop Making Sense is one of my favorite albums of all time. “Album” - now there’s a quaint word.</p>
<p>Anybody else ever get some tune in your head that you just cannot get rid of? The more you try to forget it, the more it plays in your head, over and over and over and…</p>
<p>jmmom - thanks for the link (I think - too many songs in my head to know). Why is that some of the dumbest songs are the ones that get stuck? But not all: my current Earworm is Already Gone. (“I will sing this vict’ry song. Woo hoo hoo… woo hoo hoo.”). And berurah knows why. It’s all HER fault. :)</p>
<p>NO!! I couldn’t resist looking at the earworm thread and now I am afflicted…“If I were a carpenter…” which I can only defeat by humming “Let it Be” obsessively through my drive time to work…</p>
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The construction talk is starting to turn me on though! And the neon light. Whew!</p>