Awww… as the intro to what will be known as WHITE STRIPES WEEKEND, Detroit grade-school-age kiddies singing “Apple Blossom.” Link from Poing.
In the midst of the crackass it’s-raining-it’s-not-maybe-it-is-no-it’s-not-oh-it’s-so-sunny weather we have here in New York there was even more oddity. I was walking to the store to get replacements for the broken B string on my guitar and something caught my eye. I stoped and shouted “Oh MY GOD! NO WAY!” as I stood in front of a memoribilia store on 7th between 1st and 2nd.
“Damnit. I don’t have my camera!,” I cursed to myself. Before me was a wonderful little Strokes display, complete with flashing “Strokes” signs and t-shirts and Strokes dolls. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I don’t know how loud I was cusing because one of the owners of the store promptly came out- perhaps only to get a breath of fresh air, but also maybe to figure out what the heck I was doing.
“I was just admiring your Strokes display,” I offered as some sort of defense for my bizarre behavior. “Yeah *chuckle* we’re getting ready for the next wave of the Strokes,” he replied. “Hahahah. I love it. It’s absolutely hilarious- you have Strokes Barbies and everything. This is great. So funny… It totally made my day,” I said. “Hahah. I’m glad.” “Bye.”
I’m thinking about going back and snapping a shot. It’s really pretty funny.
Ah… the legend continues. Julian Casablancas takes a swing at an international RCA record exec and the band skip a planned performance on French TV. Oh the road will make you weary.