Looking Manhattan And Feeling Pretty Mysore
Alright, so I'm playing catch up with this thing. You know sometimes life picks up to the point that written reflection is challenging. No matter though. I'll do as I am able.
First off, yeah, I'm digging Manhattan! I spent the day sitting at a coffee shop on the corner of St. Marks and 3rd Avenue just watching it all play out before my eyes. Man, St. Marks has changed since I was here for that Crash Worship gig in '92. It's really cleaned up but not in a necessarily good way. I liked it when it was a bit more rough and rugged.
That was a weird trip. I traveled to NYC from Detroit with these people I had just met. We got a hotel room at St. Marks and set up for a weekend of chaos with Crash Worship. It was Halloween! I was a big acid head and unbeknownst to me my travel mates were into smack. We got into the hotel room and I proudly announced I had brought a bunch of acid to share. They looked at me like I was mad as they offered me to partake in THEIR drug of choice. I had never even thought of doing heroin and I wasn't about to start. We'll just leave it at the fact that it was a long weekend with the three of them on the nod as I hallucinated my ass off. I'll say that the MOMA was great on LSD!
Crash Worship were supposed to open for Karen Black at some bar but Karen threw them off the bill for whatever reason. We ended up loading all of their gear into "C" Squat and had the show there. This was the gig where I got on the wrong end of a bucket of pig's blood and freaked out because it got in my eyes. Pigs blood really stings when it gets in your eyes! I'll never forget standing outside St Mark's Hotel trying to convince the night watchman to let me in cause I forgot my key. I was tripping balls, had two long strands of braided hair at my right and left temples, and was covered in blood. The guy let me in and though I washed the blood out of my eyes again and again I couldn't get the stinging to stop. Here is a picture I took in the mirror at St. Mark's after trying to stop the stinging:
Man, that's a crazy picture! The original is all fuzzy like that. It sort of reminds me of the Manson cover of Life from '69.
I wonder if "C" Squat still exists?
Wow that was way too much info, eh? My past is full of similar stories. My contemplative fiction is taking up a great deal of my time but maybe I should try to capture a few of the stories from back in the day for posterity.
And again, where is the yoga? It's after 10 and I'm getting ready to call it a night. More words tomorrow. Maybe some of them will have to do with the joy of practicing at Guruji's feet and next to Matthew. There is so much there. Maybe the fact that it is so overwhelming makes it hard to reproduce here.
Love from NYC, ~Gregg
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Full on frontal lobe WEA! And Wow! This is the same picture and tale you exposed me to months later at the WART show, the second tiome we met. The WART show was held at the Spotted Dog, in Windsor, Canada ( both you and I had pieces we performed that night, same with our friend M. of Canis Crux)….something to the tune of Feb. 1992. And if this isn’t enough of a good head trip, the poster my friend Chris put together for the show was a Joel Peter Witkin print of his beautiful interpretation of Venus…. On the flyer, after the performance I took the P-TV sticker you gave me (“ Touch Yourself”) and adhered it to the flyer, and decorated my room with this jewel that cast the hue of future events yet to come! Take that to your memory banks and cash it! :)
Thanks for the journey down the rabbit hole into yet another brilliant moment in time! Here’s to tomorrow…. Onwards and upwards!
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(aka Flamen Quirinalis)
Forgot to add, judging by the title of this blogg, one would think that you are into Soundgarden... or is that just me projecting/reflecting again....
Tee. Hee.
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Mirror*
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