I’m hobbling out of Central Park after a cramp-filled finish when I hear “Hey Olajuwon!” I turn around and its Mr. Training Day himself. “I saw your jersey for the last 5 miles, and I was just motivated to beat you. Good race man” Apparently Mr. Hawke was dealing with cramps as well, and took inspiration from my pain, and obvious impeccable jersey choice, in finishing his first NYC. He beat me by 4 seconds, but he also made Gattaca, so we’re even.
One of the best live shows I have seen from a severely underrated band called Inc.
Face of a cherub and voice of an angel.
Alaina hung out and talked with me for 20 minutes after the show and may have been the nicest musician i’ve ever encountered.
The incense was lit. Classical music and Nordic metal flowed out from the PA’s into the ears of the horde that had gathered at the Mohawk on Saturday night. Like an ancient clan gathering before battle, the black-clad cretins of heavy metal were angsty and restless for their music show. Swedish death metal showmen Tribulation…
A national treasure with a clueless Slackerlee
