I'm off to sell more snake oil in New York City tomorrow dear hearts. It'll be a whistle stop visit - in and work the schtick and out again - no opps for late night gigs or partays. I might get to wander about town for an hour or so tomorrow p.m, all dazed and out of time. And the views are quite nice and the Brooklyn Brewery's range is growing on me.
Back Friday morning via the red-eye. Bleary and teary.
Simon & Garfunkel - 'The Only Living Boy In New York' (1970)