'Nother song was "Lawyer Clark." Yeah. A lawyer in Brownsville, Huey Clark. Best lawyer they said, keep ya out of jail. He'd book John out of jail a lot of times, 'cause John get drunk every holiday and go to jail. They wouldn't make him pay nothin'. Let him out when he get sober. - Yank Rachell, from Blues Mandolin Man, by Richard Congress
Between 72nd & 74th streets. Books and records galore as the Intelligentsia of the bygone Upper West Side shuffle off their mortal coils and disgorge their lifetime collections of Philosophy books, Art Books, Medical books, Psychology Books, Literature in several languages, and Thousands of LPs mostly Classical to the indigent, sometimes homeless vendors that act as their temporary gaurdians. I feel not only that I'm watching a once in a lifetime transferral of knowledge and culture out of the hands of the older generation, but that I'm seeing my culture, my gestalt, paraded irreverently on the folding tables of indifferent commerce. Its like watching the sinking of Atlantis. A once great civilization sinking into oblivion, never to appear again. Get 'em while you can.
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My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. Vladimir Nabokov (1899 - 1977)
Also Harriet and other interested parties , the action resumes above 110th st. and gets really interesting book wise, not surprisingly, as you near Columbia (116th for you out of towners) There was also an amazing number of Art book dealers on St. Marks place a few years back. Don't know if that's still happening.
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My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. Vladimir Nabokov (1899 - 1977)