One evening while the board was down, Tom Dowling, Amanderthad and I were leaving Bill Ochs’ house when we ran into Bloomfield out on 46th Street. We all went down to the corner and had a little dinner. As a few tunes seemed in order, we wandered up to the corner of 10th Avenue and 48th Street, where we serenaded passersby for three quarters of an hour or so. The cops tried to shut us down a couple of times, but we were all like, fight the power, we’re Chiff and Fipple guys, you know?
Wow, a C&F protest. I love it!
I was one of the passers-by.
Wait, no I wasn’t. But I wish I was.
Cool! A mini-Chiff convention… Say Hi to Bill and Tom for me next time
But did you make any money??
Susan
Send me the money.
Actually, several passers-by offered everything from coin of the realm to their first-born if only that “…short gray-haired older fella” would just stop playing and let the real musicians in the group play. But, he is so hard of hearing–what with that tin ear of his–that he just kept on playing anyway.
Tom D.
Actually, we were going to send you the check for dinner, Dale.
Bloomfield Posted: 02 Jun 2003 15:24 Post subject:
DaleWisely wrote:
Send me the money.
Actually, we were going to send you the check for dinner, Dale.
Yes Dale, we were to send you the check along with the fine we received for “disturbing the Peace”. Or did the Garda write us up for “unlawfull posession of a dangerous whistle”, I can’t seem to remember. Jim?
Matt
My wife and I were in Stratford, Ontario to see some Shakespeare, and we played a bit of music on the street. They have these great 2 dollar coins in Canada (toonies) and Americans feel them in their pockets and think they’re quarters. They toss them in the hat without a thought. Made enough money to go to a cafe. Now my son wants to be a street musician for a career.
My wife and I were in Stratford, Ontario to see some Shakespeare, and we played a bit of music on the street. They have these great 2 dollar coins in Canada (toonies) and Americans feel them in their pockets and think they’re quarters. They toss them in the hat without a thought. Made enough money to go to a cafe. Now my son wants to be a street musician for a career.
When I was in Canada I thought those $2 pieces were so cool. I kept about $20 in Canadian money as souveniers, instead of buying actual trinkets with it.
Geeze, they rounted you in NYC? Grumble! Grumble! Maybe Deadwood isn’t really in a 30 year time warp!
ANNA:
There may have been a touch of hyperbole in Young Jim’s original posting–just a touch, mind you.
Be well,
Tom D.
Anna, there is a fiscal crisis here in New York, and the mayor, unrelated to the fiscal crisis, has ordered the police to write as many tickets as humanly possible, for whatever obscure violations they can remember. This is because of a quality of life agenda, mind you, not because he’s trying to find creative ways of paying for police overtime.
An illustration of the absurdity: one of the violations being written now is “improper use of a milk crate.” No joke. You can’t use a milk crate for anything but hauling milk, apparantly. No matter that your old LP’s fit perfectly in one, or that they make a nice little stool if you have to step outside your place of business for a smoke. Sit on one and you’re busted.
So maybe it was hyperbole, or maybe Tom is embarassed to admit that he was busted for improper use of a penny whistle. He was scratching his back with it at one point.
Well, I think someone who would misuse a milk crate will probably commit arson next or do terrible things to young girls. It’s about time someone made America safe again and stopped the rampant abuse of milk crates. And if you don’t believe me: I once saw a Muslim sitting on a milk crate in the street. It was an American milk crate, no less. And get this: He was smoking a cigarette. With this sort of thing going on, I get just so tired of all the whiny Democrate lesbian lefty junk I have to put up with. Did you even know that Bill Clinton spent $200 for a haircut once?
Anyway. Anna, they haven’t even told you about the guy, who walked up to us, said “what’s that?”, took Jim’s Dixon from his hand and started tooting it. I don’t know if Jim would have let him, if we had noticed the milk crate earlier that this guy was carrying. That’s Gotham for you…
When milk crates are outlawed, only outlaws will have milk crates. Nuff said. 