Thirst Things First
How do you do, summer in New York City, 1992
Thirst Things First
By Spyder Darling
It was a hot and humid August afternoon day in New York City. And for once I wasn’t feeling as down and out as a character in a Geroge Orwell novel. My band The Detonaterz was getting ready for our first UK tour. Our label, Reprehensible Records, had paid for new equipment and had booked us time at a rehearsal room where the amps don’t catch on fire.
After band practice, Joey, our drummer and I had spent the afternoon sweltering around the Lower East Side, swilling tall cans of Budweiser and bumming cigarettes off anyone we saw lighting up. By sundown we were pretty lit ourselves,
The dirty green awning read Christmas Cocktail Lounge, a place we hadn’t been kicked out of in at least a month. Joey and I stumbled on through the stainless steel door and ambled up to the bar, real Clint Eastwood style, or so we imagined. The August city air was sticky like dirty syrup. But inside, the lounge’s air conditioning made it like a meat locker. Lou Reed’s Walk On The Wild Side was do-do-doing from the jukebox and the colored lights that were strung about the place all year seemed to blink in time with the ice cool music.
