A few days got lost in the shuffle, but by Wednesday I was back on my bullshit, bouncing from karaoke at the Frost Children compound to Bindy’s set at the Broadway.
On Thursday the 21st, I picked things up where I left off at the Broadway for Malice K. Challenging vibes during that one. He wasn’t happy with it, so I wasn’t happy with it. His set at the Living Gallery in January was iconic, and I can only hope I get a few more nights like that before my curtain call. If you were not in that room that night, you were in the wrong room.
On Friday, I went to see the Bromo boys play Bowery Ballro0m. Ben from Stella Rose and the Dead Language was working door. I was on the list—professional cool guy shit. Brother Moses dedicated “Bowling” to me. John Lewis bounced across the stage like only a lad from Arkansas can, and Corey laughed in the face of death.
After, I went to Baby’s to see Emily Yacina. It was over when I got there. I don’t know if I told Greg I missed his set again or if I just told him he did a great job. He really always does.
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