BUSHWICK SAYS… is back. I document lives of Bushwick residents and strangers through random pictures, quotes, stories, and anecdotes. This week I met a collection of Balkan fans, some bread enthusiasts, and some button-fly dissidents.
“I’m kinda into the Balkan scene.”
“Wait, wait, wait, that’s a thing?”
“Not really. I like the sound.”
“Really? I’m new to all of this right now. I legit thought the band on stage was a high school marching band that veered in a different direction—not that it’s a bad thing.”
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He looks at me with a mixture of contempt and who-the-fuck-are-you.
I’m secretly hoping for an ironic ska show because my musical knowledge is, sadly, more in tune with the ska-scene over the Balkan scene. Hell, I know more about Ukrainian Gypsy Punk than I do Balkan music.
I’m waiting for a surprise remake of “Ignition.”
Anyways, a few things from the past week that I’m beginning to enjoy:
Balkan Music: Turns out I love it.
Bushwick has a decent pork-scene. “Dear Bushwick, holy shit, pork. Sincerely, Fred Flintstone”
DIY venues. At first, I didn’t enjoy the “concert in a diner” scene. Cheap beer Bud is winning me over. I feel more American.
Still, there are a few things I don’t understand:
Stockholm St, why you yell so much?
Why so many sirens?
To the car persistently bumping “Snapbacks and Tattoos,” I fucking love you.
To coffee shops, why’s everybody fashionably dressed up for a latte…at 7:30 pm…on a Sunday?
Why I’m contemplating a tattoo of a snapback…
I don’t know what to write. I’m very drunk. I love you. No fuckin’ hyperbole.
May you be inspired by each passing taxi cab. Grasp the street liberally and be aggressive.
Hot deli sandwich/Tuba pop grind down down down/Five minutes left to rise
New York hat fast alles ausser leckeres Volkornbrot. [New York has almost everything except Volkornbrot.]
Does deep really exist? It cannot be defined. How do we know what we know, if we know anything at all? “Quantum Psychology”
Lessons of the Week:
Never forget you’re wearing button-fly jeans.
You’re a beautiful soul, remember that.
Smile.
