Listening to The Kinks Preservation Act 1, trying to find that great feeling that will push me forward from spectator.

The Panic In Needle Park is finally out & here. Now I need to find a huge apartment with a huge TV preferably overlooking what was once Needle Park (Verdi Square) and I can invite a bunch of people over for a trip down memory lane. Okay, it's my memory. Most people I know didn't see that version of the UWS but it was sure fun to grow up running around it and being a nasty Punk kid.

Last night Ducky and I watched (part of) Breaking Away. I remember seeing it when it came out and that was a period where a bunch of movies about angry kids who felt hopeless came out like Quadrophenia and Over The Edge. I remember liking the films because even if they weren't directly culturally Punk they still very much of the mindset that I was at at that age.

Meanwhilst I will end this dijointed post with the issue that I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the ice skating rink I used to go to in the Bronx.