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A STONE COLD NEW YORK CITY CLASSIC. LOU REED IS GOD BUT THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BETTER THAN “WALK ON THE WILD SIDE”. IT’S MADE WITH THE SAME INGREDIENTS. THAT SWEET-TOOTHED DOO WOP LILT, THAT JUNKED OUT SWAGGER, THOSE CHURCHY BACKING VOCALS, THAT BIG APPLE SAXOPHONE
 THIS SONG IS SO NEW YORK IT’S LIKE LICKING THE ENTIRETY OF THE PAVEMENT THAT MAKES UP 14TH STREET AND THEN USING ABEL FERRARA‘S TOOTHBRUSH TO CLEAN YOUR MOUTH BEFORE SNIPING DOWN A PLAIN SLICE. AND THOSE LYRICS. MY GOD. REMEMBER THAT ONE MOMENT WHEN YOU SAW THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE FOR THE FIRST AND LAST TIME ON A SUBTERRANEAN SUBWAY PLATFORM SOMEWHERE BETWEEN 14th AND 59th? YOU BLINKED AND THEY LEFT. YOU WENT BACK TO CONSUMING 500,000 IMAGES AND 2000 MG OF CAFFEINE PER DAY, WONDERING WHY YOU FEEL ANXIOUS AND SELF DIAGNOSING ADHD. BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS. IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN. BUT YOU WON’T DO ANYTHING WILL YOU?
Jan 30, 2024

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