Sunday, December 30, 2007

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The Freewheeling Socrates said...

The highlight of my trip was attending Wednesday Amateur Night at the Apollo Theater.

It was a dream come true. I was in heaven.

The night before I had seen "Beatlemania" at BB King's Blues Club, 42nd and 7th Avenue.

I mean, what a bunch of boring white guys with no soul. These burnt out pricks no doubt slab mayonaise on ribs.

Ah, but Harlem. Uptown Harlem at night! If I was alloted only one show it would be at the Apollo. That Broadway and Off Broadway play shit is for the suits and minks who care not to perspire.

The fun is at the Apollo.

If I go again, maybe you could give me some information or contacts enabling me to get to know the people and place of Harlem better.

The promotional apparatus in NYC mythologizes every mediocre contrivance run by Jews and Whites.

You can tell they avoid mentioning Harlem as much as FOX loves Ron Paul.

Harlem is off the beaten path and the tourists are subtly encouraged not to go past 110th / Central Park North.

In a flash of illumination, I saw the entire money establishment of NYC isolating the people of Harlem and stashing them in those red brick high rises and skipping from Central Park North to Yankee stadium in their narrative.

"The park certainly is beautiful, isn't it? Now, passing by Harlem we see Yankee stadium, the Bronx and then on to Queens.

Do you know what I mean?

The horrible, powerful momentum to Keep Harlem in its place made me love Uptown more than ever. Next time I go there I would love to spend more time and maybe even get to know some people.

10:28 PM
Da Weaz said...

Glad you enjoyed it there. Yeah, I spent a lot of time there. My grandmother used to live right on the corner of 110th street and 5th avenue, right at the corner of Central Park. It was the perfect transition point between two worlds: one white and another black.

And I played tennis in Harlem, and played tennis in Queens. There was no greater contrast in the world, shy of India, than that which I experienced.

I would've recommended eating at Sylvia's before going to the Apollo. That would have been quite nice for you.

But I can't offer much now. I left NYC before Ghouliani came and applied his certain brand of eugenics to the place. Left there in 1993 and haven't really looked back since.

I have popped up there a few times for weekends, and feel like I am one of the tourists of some strange city.

But I very quickly leave. Too many ghosts there for me.

Cheers.

9:29 AM

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