#357, Bowery, NYC
You know, instead of all those tired-looking CBGB's OMFUG shirts that have been clogging the clothing aisles and sheathing stick-like models for the last twenty-five years, I'd like to see a true bastion of the New York City underground celebrated. That's right, kids, head a few buildings north of Joey Ramone Place and you can be the first in your parents' luxury high-rise apartment 'hood to don a commemorative 357 Bowery t-shirt. Y'all know there's a party going on at the Landmarks Preservation Commission, and I'm bringing my accordion and a full bottle of Laphroaig 10 Year. Who's in? Oh, and if you happen to have a spare screen, a 10" ink squeegee, and about ten gallons of black paint, bring those along, too. We've got some silk screening to crank out.
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I'm in! Besides-- this looks like a perfect project to add to our List of Things We Can Make Lists About.
Ah, it's capitalized now, is it?
Gorgeous wall, but bloody destroyed by being on anything. Like when someone takes a really good photo on any one of the dozens of blogs I visit, and a well-meaning soul declares it beautiful enough to be a postcard.
Aaaarrrgggghhhhhh!!!
I cannot believe what slavishly following this blog has turned me into.
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I REALLY needed to know that!
The madness is rubbing off, yes?
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