The remembered past. Another hot sticky day in New York. Not as god-awful as the day before when dog lay down, panting, in the park and refused to budge, but hot and sticky nonetheless. It’s was only May dammit. Then, walking up out of the subway at City Hall on to Chambers Street and the Stones come on the shuffle and it’s Ventilator Blues which always makes me smile,"no matter where you are everybody needs a ventilator", I’m thinking did they ever record a more diamond hard guitar and those drums, "Feel like moidur in the foist degree", New York style like, and suddenly I’m smiling to myself .
Yeah, everybody neeeeeeeds a ven-til-Ate-or.