32

As my birthday week closes out with a whimper, here is what I saw these last 7 days:

the inevitable letdown
the city in miniature
commuter hatred
the digital sky shines at night
the soft lights of Radio City
the physical limitations of old media
good advice
the headless mannequin
airwalks

And last but not least. For my birthday I went to see the legendary Les Paul. He’s the Thomas Edison of modern music, and of the two most famous electric guitars in the world[1], one bears his name: The Gibson Les Paul. He’s 92 and he still plays every Monday night in New York. He can still throw down some licks, too.

Oh, and i just discovered there was a pillow fight at Union Square yesterday and I missed it. Bummer.

1.) The other being the Fender Stratocaster, of course.

3 thoughts on “32”

  1. Happy week-and-a-half late birthday ๐Ÿ™‚

    I also was sad I missed the Union Square pillow fight. Maybe next year…

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