Death of The Gudgeon
On a New Year whim, because it just feels like the right thing to do, I have decided to kill this blog and start a new one, over here.
THE GUDGEON of Belfast, N. Ireland, blogs from time to time on music, film, politics, etc. This blog has been retired. Now posting at Nozin' Around.
President Nixon, for example, once belittled the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) in words that capture the common mistake: “What use are they? They’ve got over 40,000 people over there reading newspapers.”
I moved to Manhattan in 1978. In my first couple of years here, I was mugged twice, pickpocketed twice, and attacked once. The whole place felt like "Blade Runner" -- like it was falling apart, but (from the point of view of an arty kid anyway) still had a few last grimy drops of glamor and juice to be enjoyed. Money and working people were fleeing the place. The punk scene, which I dabbled on the sidelights of, was all about dancing on the abyss, enjoying the moments before the Final Collapse.