That hat begs for lederhosen, Becker

While sitting on Christie Street with the ill Sucklord Commandant Morgan Phillips we started reminiscing about how New York City used to be better. It’s something I don’t feel that comfortable doing, as I’ve only been here twelve years, and I feel I may not be qualified to fully fathom the quick-to-gripe mentality of the natives. But truthfully, there has been huge change in my short time here. Manhattan is pricing itself beyond the income of artistic types that have defined this city during it’s finest hours. It’s not over, but you better have a good fuckin’ day job. My friend Peter Sutherland feels the time has passed for a hungry, eager artist to be able to move from wherever they need to get away from to Manhattan; it’s the better-qualified Brooklyn or further/cheaper that’s gonna get the good flavors from here on out. I would bet it’s still the best move in the country however.

Lo and behold, despite the heavily rose-colored Kanye glasses we were wearing and the thick haze of waxing nostalgic, we were still able to spot our good friend (and amazing sculptor) Charlie Becker walking past, rolling-suitcase in tow. Just back from Vienna where he was hangin’ with the Chinatown Soccer Club for their shoe release and the Euro Cup.

We all used to spend a lot of time together four or five years ago, but not so much anymore as Charlie has moved to L.A., and everyone is busier. Ah well. NYC isn’t the only thing changing. We never see this guy anymore and we run into him at 9:30 pm on a dark street in the village. “Serendipitous,” I said. As Charlie put it as we were parting ways, “Thank God New York hasn’t lost THAT.”

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