I’m sure i’m not the only one who feels this way, but Ii New York is good at anything it’s reminding you of every good, bad, happy, and terrible memory you’ve ever had. It’s insane to think how large and small this city can seem.
For me, I’ve spent more time walking up and down the same streets, it’s almost crazy. Blocks like Mercer remind me of the best and worst times, just last year – and Canal st, a block away is exactly the same. I’ve been getting dumplings from the same cranky old lady on Mosco for well over a decade and have shared it with some of the most important people in my life ( at one point or another).
Maybe i should just start hanging out north of Time Square, because clearly anything below Union Square is a shit show for me and my emotions. Anyway For that reason (especially recently) I’ve found the need to leave the city as often as i can and make new memories in other places, or other cities, or anywhere i guess – and on my own.
I’ll be spending the next week in Tampa visiting some friends, shooting with one of my favorite people on the planet (new Monday muse), eating good food and hopefully finding out a little bit more about me. I didn’t realize it till just this morning, but this week is a bit of a heavy hitter as far as the last few months go – so a part of me is glad to be getting out of the city. I’m not gonna get into it, in fear of ranting, but here are a few songs I’ve been listening to as of late that really tell a story.
P.S. Be sue to follow ya boy on the gram for some Tampa hospitality.