Let me make it up to you with a gift:
Old Man Bites Tenderly (It's long, so if you get impatient, skip to the last 1:30 or so.)
Anyway, a brief weekend report is in order after a trip upstate to Skaneateles and a brief visit to nearby Syracuse for the New York State Fair. The Fair's catchphrase? "Just like you remember... and then some." Ohhhkaaaay. Much fun was had ($2.75 Labatt's Blue Light!!), and much fried food devoured. In fact, no one should attend the Fair without a) a cardiologist, or b) a portable defibrillator. Observe:
That's right... DEEP FRIED TWINKIES. Needless to say, strained waistbands were the norm. And then there was the Cuckoo Haus...
On Sunday The Walkmen played a free show at Brooklyn's McCarren Park Pool. It was quite probably the shittiest day of the summer, weatherwise, which ended up being a blessing. The hipster quotient, while formidable, was kept at a tolerable level by the rain. Asymmetrical haircuts react badly to water. Gray skies dulled the rampant irony. Also, it was possible to get really close to the stage, and the band's set, while brief, was fantastic. Note the dilapidated, Eastern-Bloc grimness of it all:
There is, however, a [very] bright side to this sudden spate of shitty summer weather: I'm leaving tonight for five days on the beach in Nicaragua. I will soon be riding sweet waves in San Juan del Sur, looking across the bay at Costa Rica. My immediate future consists of cold cerveza and hammocks. Eat shit, Tropical Depression Ernesto!
Talk atcha next week.
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