Bars close as quickly as they open in New York. For some reason, I always thought Shebeen would just be there.
The last couple of years I was in the city, it was like a second home. Really, the bench outside was the coolest place to watch the city go by. 202 Mott, btw Spring and Kenmare. A random Nolita street where folks just lived. It wasn’t hip central. It just was.
Instead of whining about what used to be (♥: You really have been doing that for a while), I want to celebrate having found something special.
Rob posted his last live set at raeo.net. I’ve got more pictures in my Shebeen flickr set. These are all from 2005. I’d just stated shooting on a little dig point and shoot. I’m really glad the camera was always out.
On one of the nights Rob was spinning, I heard Prefuse 73 for the first time. It was one of those musical detours that opened up a whole new world of sound and space.
I always figured there would be that spot where we could pick up where we left off when I got back to the city. Alas, the bar is gone. The memories aren’t.
I’ve do believe I’ve figured out my Ode to Shebeen Summers. Instead of the drinking Strawberry Balsamic Martinis, I’ll be making lots of Strawberry Balsamic Jam.
Thx, Wednesday!
Nikki♥