Magic Jewball

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Filed under : Music,New York City
On April 13, 2010
At 4:30 am
Comments : 4

Today, for work (I know I don’t mention it a lot, but I have a part-time job!) I was sent on an errand to put up posters at other area Ed schools. My last stop was NYU, a school that it never occurred to me to attend, I think because I still associate it with people I knew who wanted to spend college hanging out. PS, I now wish I had spent college hanging out. I know this is a weird thing to say, but the last time I was at NYU or its environs had to be at least fifteen years ago. How strange is it to not have seen a major area of the city in which you live in a decade and a half? But I think I’ve been resisting going down there because, as you may have heard, the area has changed a bit since I used to get my hair cut and shop down there with the other 80’s Goths. But it’s sort of like that Thing in your fridge that you keep avoiding because it’s been in there too long, and the longer you wait, the moldier it gets. I knew the area was getting more and more mallified. I heard, naturally, about the K-Mart and the Starbucks.


I could get all grandma on you and tell you about all the cool clothing shops and record stores that looked like your basement, only with vibrant-colored-haired people blowing smoke in your face as you perused the…. records, but I’m sure you’ve heard it all before. But that’s how it is to me eternally. So I knew it would be hard but I was unprepared for the lump in my throat and tears at the edges of my eyes as I passed the Chipotles and Au Bon Pains. It’s not that I didn’t expect it, I just liked that the last image of it that I had in my head was back when those stores in which I used to discover fun things with my friends dominated the landscape. So now that it’s over, I plan on deleting all those images from my brain’s computer. But I have two take aways from this day.

a. On the way home, I kept hearing this sung phrase in my head, “it’s a clear cut case.” Then I remembered a song that I hadn’t thought of in years and years. What odd piece of seeing the Village again shook this loose? Who knows! But it’s below, should you want to hear the song that got dislodged.

b. There are still great record stores in the Village and elsewhere. This Saturday is Record Store Day. Should you not be an observant Jew, please head over to your local record store and find some incredible releases special for this day. Or you could go anytime! To find your local participating record store, check out the Record Store Day Website. Odds are, these days, no one will blow smoke in your face.

c. I’m never going back there again. I know, that’s three, but I’ve begun deleting and can’t remember where I am.


4 Comments for this post

  1. sarpon says:

    Oh, no! So not only can’t you see a porno and pick up a hooker in Times Square, you can’t score weed and kibbitz with the gays on Christopher Street either?

  2. sophsophsoph says:

    Hey! it’s your lovely schoolmate. Like your post. Have to agree that NYU is a sad zone (I have similar memories of Boston university areas before they got cleaned up.) I have a link back at ‘cha. This is an amazing band that I discovered a few months ago. Apparently they are huge in Europe, and fairly nobodies here.

    Histoire a suivre = story to be continued


  3. Becca says:

    Sarp, did you hear about the guy who tried to pick up a hooker in Times Square but it turned out to be Arial from the Little Mermaid and the Disney Store people were really upset?

    Soph, I did not know you were a BU person. I must play geography with you next class. And thank you, I love.this.

  4. Penguindeb says:

    I remember going to the village in the 90’s (we’re very close the same age i believe)… i wasnt cool in HS so i discovered it abit later but i remember the Antique Boutique and watching it change…various record stores..etc.

    i will say though my favorite part of he city to hang out is still Soho and the village. In the several years before i left NYC my girls and I spent many summer days there. I know the stores are not the same but i dearly miss late spring soho street fairs, all the local vendors… with lunch outside… even as it has changed it still has such personality to me. For me it will always represent my experiences- i feel like they cant take that away from me. Im dying for a visit 🙂

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