Iggy Pop at Don Hills
Here’s to stage dancing. To the uptown crowd dressed for trouble. And the downtown crowd dressed for more. Here’s to playing 3 Pulp songs in one night. To popped collars. And drinks you can afford. Here’s to making out in a cramped corridor by the bathrooms while Fischerspooner bangs away on the speakers. Or crouching against a brick wall, freezing, in the middle of February, so your friends can have a smoke.
Here’s to partying on the West Side. For once. Forever.
Here’s to the one standard most night spots fall short on—consistency.
Here’s to Don Hill, who knew how to take a party and give it a home. We’ll miss you.
Don Hill (1945-2011)
And that was only phase 15 of Don Hill’s existence and influence on the NYC scene. He was there before Fischerspooner was born. His presence will be missed.
Tim, you’re absolutely right. I wish I’d been there to experience the look and feel of those different chapters.
In times good or bad, one needs consistency…
an anchor for the tiny boat.
I keep a close eye on pop culture,
and, one to where I’ve been.
It turns out I get to move back and forth.
So, what I see in the span is, we are the same song with changes in phrasing, tempo and harmony.
Thank you to The Silver Thread for showing
that consistency.
Antoni, I love the poem, and yes, “we are the same song.”