New York City
After walking around Soho and the village over the weekend, I am now bitten by this insatiable desire to somehow live there, and be a part of that life. Something very cool about that area, about that life. And very expensive.

Oh man, why can't anybody with the desire rent a working space in some prewar renovated building, along with a brilliant exposed brick wall living space, and make music and art and read intelligent books. Why does it have to cost so much to be an anti-capitalist intellectual? And how in the world does the National Socialist Party have a whole floor in Soho??? Not even the Gap could afford a whole floor.

I really could see the Look Machine in NYC, playing every night at some cool venue where people appreciated music, pretending like we don't care if we ever get signed, don't care if we ever become rock stars.