Up in New York City for a few days, some wet, some dry. Saw
Roky Erickson play the Bowery Ballroom Sunday night. I've been a
13th Floor Elevators fan for a long time now and it was great to see one of the last psychedelic renegades going strong and loud. Roky keeps the Devil at bay with rock and roll. It can save your soul, you know.
Speaking of rock and roll salvation, we said hello to
Jimmy when we stopped at Trash and Vaudeville. There's not much left of the New York I roamed 25 years ago. Coming up on Avenue A I started getting nervous, because that used to be the final frontier. Silly me.
Oh yeah, there was a wedding too.
Here's a new
song called New York Squeeze.