In a feeble attempt to combat my constant homesickness, I compile tales of New York City rock & roll landmarks, most of 'em long gone. Moronic musings on various other enthusiasms are also thrown in for good measure.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Yonda lies da Place of My Fodda
Once again, hats off to Tim B. of Stupefaction for giving me the head's-up on a recent N.Y. Times article about My Father'sPlace and its owner Eppy Epstein. I'm almost done gathering 1972 Voice ads, and a number of MFP notices will be among them.