I was all over this shit. Daily repeat. I file it in my brain with Freur’s “Doot Doot.”* Teardrop & The Bunnymen? Sure! Not a problem!
* The commercial, English-language video has SYNDRUMS. But, this live (Welsh?) TV appearance suggests that Freur were all, like, “NOTHING AFTER THE FIRST ROXY LP. NOTHING WITHOUT ENO IN A FROCK.”
Nistelrooy scores. I text my friend in Amsterdam.
“This game is bonkers!”
“Bonkers. Is that Russian?”
Following match, between Spain and Russia:
Vocal Spain supporter: “Teatro! Teatro! Broadway! What is that shit? Play football!”
A man on the downtown 1 train, at approximately 2 PM: transports his piano-length Casio keyboard in a shopping cart, and protects same with a small dune of garbage bags lining the bottom of the cart.
A man on the uptown 1 train, at exactly 8:45 AM (one week ago): unwraps a fresh bootleg of “Sex and The City,” opens a portable DVD player with a deeply cracked screen, and watches the movie, without headphones, volume cranked.
A man on Nostrand Avenue, time immemorial: has all your records.
“All they’re doing is dancing around. How are they going to save the world if they never leave that room?”