The overwhelming suckitude of being a responsible adult

30 Sep

CBGB’s, one of the array of midwives and governesses to Punk, is closing. Tickets were on sale for the final gig, featuring Patti Smith.

I have the money. I have the desire. I could have juuuuuust made it to NYC in time and reserved a room at the Chelsea. Oh the Chelsea, could you imagine it? Then I could try and stalk Banks, Sufjan or some charmingly disaffected hipster from Park Slope or LES.

But other, more pressing committments (namely the Seagull, desire to preserve the nest egg for non-CBGB-related emergencies among others) keep me here.

And it kinda sucks.

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