no more CBGB, now, no more Hilly Kristal

Well, there goes my misspent youth. I never met Hilly but I did stand near him a few times, going through the cbgb site (cbgb.com) I was surprised to see youthful pictures of, he looked old by the time I started hanging out around 1991, painting and showing at marsbar (marz bar?) around the corner though I was in a show at cbgb's 313 once, and went to shows plenty.

Picture I chose is from the Dictators files and their guitarist sitting on an old Volvo 122, chosen because I had one right around then. Apparently the whole are has been torn down and redon - was the bowery after all. Sort of amazing, they will gentrify anything.

The schizophrenic's notebook part 15

15 you know that's very funny, pony thing, sort of down the road from TV cars, like a flawless owl as your self-sequence ran down to your addiction for yourself. I try not to think about it myself. See...I don't own a car; see, what I need is a real and true 1/2 car...honest...I've been thinking about it like...car fragments, a corner with training wheels. I bet you have some horses too. You know what I'm gonna do, get a whole bunch of letters and scramble em - oh Christ...that screaming again...you know...you know what really impresses me about you all...you never mind the screaming; I had to do this before, the car thing like...I lost it and...you know what happens and...I had to watch TV for a while; I hate that. No car, lot's of words...almost got it mathed out.... They sort of stared at me: "sorry ... still working on a dart deal; have to inspire mom's duck tape lady and...all the excitement, murder just isn't gonna do it...you guys are so far ahead of me...like...those guys over their...really...it's a dart...light weight...yea...a hemi...who do I kill - it's ...that bad. We left it in Reno; got ourselves arrested on purpose so they’d take the car.

Schizophrenic's notebook (13) 14

13 no 1314: "voices...how long have you been hearing the voices..." "They change...for a long time I liked the voices I heard but...since George and wtc...they've been unpleasant and recently..." "Yea... “Like...clouds with a face drawn on, little bunnies with strange magical powers...a counter point to the little fringed box your car arrived in,. and their lovely arrogance" "Need new friends...new voices..." "She's too expensive...." "She's busy...car first..." "My rabbit friends don’t like it...they take command sometimes - they say: This is L5...I am a one inch tall bat bunny...I am in control...stand and stall...talk about anything but sports....take desired control of the self as though it could broken down into components; imagine your little friends as a slave to themselves; and then speak quietly and logically...we will do the rest. She's about 4 years old apparently...” "Quite some friends you have," "hey...they're in jersey hiding...research, sort of stuck actually, you see...like me...the don't have a used car....gloss blue light really pisses em off actually" "Pretty girl" he nodded toward the blond: - always a blond:" don’t you think?" and I looked at the couple beaming out: “Little moth eaten actually...hotel California thing again; they complain a lot I bet...disappointed - I swear, crazy old bitch down stairs from me right now...I don't care for her...seems to find solace occasionally...probably...mmm...she is pretty isn’t she; I'll set my watch...how log do you think disappointment will set in...? She's, you know...down stairs, kind of predictable...little names for the self like elves running around her skull...I dunnoI think she's got one of those...right there; want me to walk down stairs and discuss the used car problem...hold on...spot done checking out the visage. Vivian Leigh season don't you know."