january 12, 2010...again

I'm sorry to keep brining this up...but that Patti Smith article on NyMag.com has really stuck with me. You know how you hear stories in the 60's and 70's about these people running to New York City with like five dollars in their pockets, sleeping on park benches, find a random crowd of people including Bob Dylan...David Bowie ect..at The Chelsea Hotel, get hooked up drugs, find God and end up a rock star?

Where is that group of people in New York City, and do they still exist? Even Lady Gaga...who is a mere one year older than me, lived a "seedy" lifestyle of dancing in underground clubs in nothing but a g-string, drug induced state only a couple years ago...and happily ever after she is MY LIFE and is famous.

I'm not saying I want to trip on acid at The Chelsea Hotel, I'm just saying I want an opportunity to meet a crowd of people who could potentially open my eyes to things I have never seen before. There is that group of people waiting for me at my generations CBGB's...and all I want to do is run and say hello.