Rolling into Brooklyn brought back memories. It filled me with expectation. Warsaw was an incredible venue, full of character and atmosphere. The duties were done, we headed upstairs and ate of the table, then tommy, peter and I walked out to a Polish deli where we managed to secure a bottle of ZUBROWKA.. the best vodka on earth... we ate decent thai food, said hello's to those who came, the show went really well and james iha actually went on stage and made some noise on beehiver II.... we then returned to find the backstage room stripped bare of drinks... moaned loudly... packed the gear.. took it to Death By Audio...went to a local bar with sarah, emil and eivind and sank some pints with a girl from vice magazine and the singer of Enon as bartender... quite surreal.
The three next days passed in inebriation at Motorcity....walking the streets of brooklyn, catching a new pornographers show, getting driven around in a limo with some guys from My Midnight Creeps, Going to a gallery and meeting a phenomenal old artist and being taken around his 4000 sq feet apartment in manhatten, walking around in blistering sunlight, sleeping at marc steiners apartment when too tired/pissed to go home, spending more time at Motorcity, sitting on the rooftop at DBA and looking at the skyline before us.. spending time with Tom and Rohan... eating good food, taking cabs.. spending time with the Pomade people in bars in Bedford ave... listening to dodgy karaoke until our stomachs turned... then heading home.. packing... leaving... catching cabs to the airport... chaos... boarding.. sitting back...drinking.. watching Volver... asleep......asleeeeeep......london next...fucking england.
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