Not a bad city when the trains stay on the trax and the broad at the HoJo can count to two (one bed, two bed, red bed, blue bed). By any measure however (excepting some sort of objective measuring device which we hardly have time to contemplate now), our trip to New York was an unmitigated success mitigated only by train wrecks and shoebox size hotel rooms with missing beds.
But, Scuba, always with an eye to the positive...
Friends new and old, from both near and far, journeyed to within ear-shot of Broadway to catch Ara Vora and Scuba. Dear Friends. So except for fucking really tall buildings and streets that make some sort of sense, it was like playing at our home ballpark. Ace of Clubs was wonderful to us...burning a copy of the night's...er...set for us and all. You can check that out here.