April 14, 2011
Okay, I’m writing the introduction after I’m done with tonight because it was a big fail. And a big disappointment to me. I can’t say what I was going to do because for the life of me I’m going to pull it off down the road. When I’m obsessed with something I can’t let it go and now I’m definitely obsessed with getting the post I wanted to do tonight. Sorry for the mystery and those of you who know what I was going to do, please don’t reveal it in the comments because it would ruin it for the post I will eventually do. Even though it didn’t work out, I still soldiered on and got some photos for a post to put up, even though I was in a shattered mood. What I wanted to do would’ve been such a classic post and I feel pretty horrible that I didn’t pull it off. Eventually I will. Anyway, here’s what I got in spite of my failure. You can’t win them all. Over, under, sideways, down.
Another chilly dismal night out here. When the fuck is the weather going to break here?
We'll be taking the F train to the East Village. (In retrospect I should've realized the "F" stands for Fail. I should've taken a cab. Noted for the next time.)
As soon as I got down on the tracks, boom, the train came rolling in. I love it when that happens!
And here we are in the East Village.
And about a block from here is where it all fell apart. I thought this would be a great night and it just didn't work at all. So with no game plan, it's time to improvise and try and salvage something out of this rotten night.
I thought maybe I'd walk around and take pictures of beg bug signs. Yes, i was that desperate. But just like cops, when you want to see a bed bug sign, they're few and far between.
I love the words, "Call Crazy Landlord." That would be a good name for a book, movie and/or a rock 'n' roll band. Just a little observation while wandering.
Seeing these bikes made me remember that the Hells Angels building is close by. That would make for some decent photos. Maybe get a good shot of their motorcycles all in lined up in front of their building.
And here we are, the infamous Hells Angels building on Third Street.
Hells Angels New York City.
Another banner off to the right of the building. I was disappointed that their aren't any Angels milling around. Maybe next time.
The notorius Hells Angels bench. MAD pal, EV Grieve broke a story about this a few months ago. Check it out here: Hells Angels bench.
I wanted a good shot of the motorcycles that are always parked out here, but they're all covered up, due to the shitty weather. I tell you, some nights you just cannot win. Sheesh!
On my way home, I saw these three gumball machines.
They're steel-topped Beaver machines. Always the mark of excellence!
I got a little yellow ring. A small reward on a night of gloom and doom. Oh well, tomorrow's another night. See you then, after dark.
Further reading and watching: EV Grieve, Flaming Pablum, Hells Angels NYC and Hunter Thompson.
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Bonus Photo From Lex!
And to remind us all that things could be worse, MAD friend Lex, sent in this photo from Canada, where seemingly winter never ends!
Reader Comments (27)
i'm so curious as to where you were going! i hope you pull it off in the future so we can all find out. you got some nice shots and very cool to see the hells angels building. read the ev grive post why are they so fussy about that bench? i can't believe the son in lex's picture!
interesting ...... very interesting ...........
There WAS a crazy landlord movie...'The Super' starring Joe Pesci. And hey...I don't have to remind you about what happened to Hunter Thompson when he did his thing on the Hell's Angels...one of Journalism's more spectacular whoopsies....
@rita r. I will try again!
@GENE: Yes, it could've been! Maybe next time.
@Jaws: I'll check out that movie, I've never heard of it. And yes, Hells Angels is my favorite HST book!
That guy passed out in front of the Roxy,,,thats the good old days,,,,,lol.
"Call Crazy Landlord." Really WOULD be a great name for a rock 'n' roll band!
Dammit I'm intrigued! And the top pic makes me giggle. I'm really glad we don't have bedbug issues out here. And if you're advertising yourself as a crazy landlord, does that mean you're just being up front about it and you're probably cool or does that mean you should stay the hell away or you will be told, I told you so.
Hey, the Bedbug King and Mattress King should get together and start a monopoly!
@Al: Guy passed out in front of the Roxy? I'm not sure what you're talking about. Is this something going over my head?
@Meleah: Feel free to use it when you start up a band!
@kari: I would go with the latter on the landlord!
@Biff: Ha! How true!
Just a thought, maybe the landlord is crazy; you can't rent the store because the rent is too damn high!
Oh, and I forgot to add - the bench thing seems a little pompous to me. Who gives a shit if someone sits on the damn bench when it's empty? But those Beaver machines are awesome. And also funny, once you start thinking about their name.
I don't get how the Beaver Machine name is funny. If you give the Beaver Machine your cash, it lets you stick your grubby little appendages in its opening for a treat. What's funny?
P.S. My Google Ad, "Hells Angels Photos
All About Hells Angels Photos Hells Angels Photos in One Site!
Peeplo.com/Hells+Angels+Photos"
I'm compelled to check it out.
No fail at MAD! You hung tough and still got some good PM photos. That takes balls to snap photos in front of the Angels building, especially since they're so fussy about that damned bench! LOL! Glad I'm not in Canada, thanks for the shot Lex!
Damn, Marty, I want to know what you're up to!!!!! You know, I'll promise not to tell anyone...
@Biff: I don't know, but I sure as shit wasn't going to sit on it!
@csp: I can't see the video, but if it's of that Rent Is Too Damn High guy, the ironic thing is he lives in a building and pays no rent! And yes, the Google ads are subtle and sweet!
@Barflly: Thanks, but I felt it was a bit of a dud. Oh well, it happens.
@onemorefoldedsunset: Here's a hint, the Arthur Conley Nightcap is a clue, but if you get it, don't you or anyone say anything in the comments section, I really want to pull this off. But now when I do, it won't seem as great because I've built it up too much! If you're dying to know, send me an email.
@MAD You say ironic, I say visionary. 4 comments, 1 day, 2 day self ban. Have a good week-end.
@Marty: maybe I read that picture wrong, it was the way things were back then, no big deal to see that, now he could of been dead, right? anyways, more excitement in the seventies, before Guilianni.
Well, I'm going to try & figure it out for a while, though I'm not getting very far. Used to live right around there (First St.). Hmm.
what has MAD up his sleeve?,,,fail...how it be a fail when MAD has most of us out here in cyber land in suspense?...thanks goes to lex for reminding us that no matter shitty the weather is here it could be worse...
“Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?”
Charles de Lint
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@Al: I hear you!
@onemorefoldedsunset: Another clue, the place I was going to was on 3rd St.
@rr: I'm probably building it up too much, but will be a real triumph for me if I can pull this off! Love the quote!
don't tell it's gonna be an inteview w/bill clinton in his harlem office...
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@csp you can't do a self ban for that, or some of the rest of us will have to follow.
@rr now I really want it to be an interview w/bill!
@rr: I wish! We'd go to Sylvia's and whoop it up good!
Marty -- For my wedding a couple years ago, my now brother in law brought a couple friends of his from England for the ceremony and they all stayed at the "hotel" next door to Hells Angels. Late one night, extremely drunk, the smallest, meekest of the english kids sat down on the bench. An Angel told him to get the hell off, to which the kid unwisely replied "Are you taking the piss?" (englishism for "you're joking, right, kind sir?"). As the angel responded with a menacing "What do you say to me?", my brother in law, slightly more sober and sensing an international incident, quickly grabbed his friend, apologized profusely and dragged him away. The very next day the Angels beat the hell out of some poor guy who sat in their bench. The straw that broke the camels back. Sorry for the long story!
@Spike: Great story! That kid doesn't know how lucky he is! I wouldn't sit on that bench for ten thousand bucks! Thanks for the story!
I have a couple of vague theories, but don't know if I'm on the right track. Probably not!