A "home from home" gig for @cabaretvoltaire.bsky.social and even though it rained all bloody day that wasn't enough to dampen anyone's spirits. Magnificent fifty year celebration, with a nod quite rightly to Richard H. Kirk. They still are in a league of their own.

A year ago…hahaha

Woodlawn | Bronx

The fish didn’t stand a chance

Channeling my inner Godard

LES Memorial

Deli-cioso Grand Concourse Bronx

Not one single bad word about Mani. Anywhere 🙏

McDermotts Pub 2016 | Bronx

Columbia Street Lower East Side 2019

Delancey and Pitt LES

Vertigo

A Bronx sunset in real time…

The sky doesn’t care, it just keeps lowering its dimmer switch until all that’s left is the hum of the highway

The world is turning I hope it don’t turn away

Saturday 12pm NYC

Cindy Lee Diamond Jubilee

Art

Somewhere behind the grill the night folds into itself and the smell of meat and metal reminds you that even at the edge of the city, there are places still trying to keep you warm

Wednesday Exiled in your own nation

Fall Vs Winter Leaf On An Iced Windshield

Even the chair looks tired of waiting for someone to sit down and start over..

Saturrrddayyyy

A pint Cheers

Look up in NYC right now…

Pretty sure someone is having to talk fuckface out of dropping napalm on BK and The BX this AM

❤️❤️❤️❤️

A reminder

In the land of neon and asphalt, fascism comes quietly,not with banners, but with a woman selling survival from the open mouth of a van,while the empire scrolls its phone

Sundays

Soundview | Bronx

Tangled Up In Blue

Crabcake Benedict

Amid concrete and clay, and general decay Nature must still find a way So ignore all the codes of the day Let your juvenile influences sway….

❤️❤️❤️

PREORDER: 'Boyhood' by David Keenan Limited-edition record shops exclusive edition of the writer's latest book, a novel set in Glasgow during the late 1970s. Includes a signed A5 art print. @whiterabbitbks.bsky.social www.normanrecords.com/records/2125...

Cielo

Train In Vain

This is what empires look like when they fall: silent, among dry leaves and empty benches

Love? What is it? The most natural painkiller what there is. — William S. Burroughs July 30, 1997

RIP Dave Ball #80sTop30

This is beautiful. And he’s heard it. Probably remixed it. midnightrebels.com/inside-fatbo...

Those were the days…

Saturday

At a diner, the couple beside me whispers tenderly of tax codes, of CDs and inheritance IRAs— their language of love in 2025. How rare it feels, to see hearts still speak in warmth and wonder. To be touched by real affection in a world that’s grown so clinical with its care is an anomaly.

Snakebitten

Fuck them

“The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.” — Antonio Gramsci, Prison Notebooks (1929–1935)

All day Every day