New York, by St. Vincent.
Would’ve made a lot more sense to do this song on day 212, but I wasn’t cursing much on the Happy Hour porch! These aren’t the avenues I would choose to namecheck in a song, of course, but this one does remind me of a few friends from my New York days who left before I did. And then I left. And going back wasn’t fun for a long time, but these days I wouldn’t mind a night or two in a boring midtown hotel, not one bit.
//
I probably haven’t listened to this for a couple years, so I didn’t get the bridgey parts right, but I got them. Taking the easy route with the phone, ringlight, and YouTube again today, just keeping it real.