He is the freaking toast of New York...the city that never forgets or forgives. The city where most of the population would bump their own mother off a train for a seat on the transit. For crissake, the Bronx cheer was born here. But, baby, if you make it here, you can make it anywhere. And, Jeremy Lin, 6'3" (as if), the Knicks point guard, by default is torching the city; the Knicks win, and the daily rags are dripping in Lin ink. NewYawkers cannot get enough of the golden Asian boy from Palo Alto. Golden State Warriors cut him. They let him go. I'm not even going to touch that. Madison Square Garden sold out, and drowning in a Lin fest of 'Linsanity' signs, a sloshing 2012 human 'be-in' is on pins and needles awaiting the return of the heavies, Amar'e Stoudemire, and Carmelo Anthony. Ego. Ego. Ego. In the meantime the love affair continues...#17, his crazed fans, and me. I heard Lin even walks on water.
Feb. 14th. Not really backing up a whole lot in years. Here's a compilation of songs, in no particular order that struck a memory chord:
1. Do right woman, Do right man...Aretha
2. This must be the Place...Talking Heads
3. Little Cloud...Incredible String Band
4. You got the Silver...Stones
5. I only have eyes for You...Flamencos
6. Turn it On...Sleater-Kinney
7. Italian leather Sofa...Cake
8. Stay a little Longer...Bob Wills
9. Stornelli Amorisi...Claudio Villa
10. Crown of Love...Arcade Fire
11. A case of You...Joni Mitchell
12. You really got a hold on Me...Smokey and the Miracles.
Uh, just saying...
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