Last Posh Glare
Sometime Summer 1999, Downtown
Strange idols (Thurston Moore, Jim O'Rourke) graced the stage. One act reminded us of Blank Capsules of Embroidered Cellophane. We were spiky haired weasels cresting on noises so few understood. As the music and alcohol exploded upon us, she wanted to cry.
Downtown was always a wonder at any hour. We walked anonymous-ghost-like along Houston, past bars and cafes still roaring; 202 Bowery at 3AM; long waits for subways; thumb wars for luxury hotel shower privileges.