GREG'S SUPER AWESOME FIRST POST ABOUT NEW YORK

omg you guys, did you know mtv's in timez square now? i hope i see carson soon. and i can't wait to check out that funky lower east side and see all those trendy artist weirdos. they're so interesting! and duh of course i'm gonna get my picture taken at the statue of liberty.and empire state. and ground zero. and rockafella center.


Alright in all sincerity I find this whole quick move to New York very surprising, exciting, confusing, and various other superlatives that would aptly describe a sarcastic Midwestern kid being snatched off his parents' couch and thrown onto the L. Needless to say getting to my stop the first day was a challenge...



For the next six months I will be working as the office manager/post-production everyman for a documentary on the Senegal pop singer Youssou N'Dour. For the time being I'm crashing on the hard wood floor of Charles in Charge's subleased apartment off Manhattan Ave. Perhaps one of the most unexpected bright spots of this current situation is Charlie's roommates' amazing golden retriever Hobie, who never seems to tire of running ten feet in the backyard to fetch his deformed tennis ball.


(image stolen from Charlie's far superior blog)

I've already forgotten a million trinkets and anecdotes from my first week in New York, which means I'll have to start updating more frequently if I'd like this thing to have a shred of dignity. So far it's been a series of adjusting to my hour long commute to work, desperately searching for an apartment, and catching up with old chums from Iowa who've also made the move out to the East Coast. Yesterday I caught a show with Alison the featured Iowa City's favorite psych-noise scrawlers Raccoo-oo-oon at the art space Goodbye Blue Monday, a place that reminded me of the Hall Mall if it was overcrowded with handmade lamps and a junkyard in the back.




Last Sunday I had a triumphant day with Mr. Ryan Martin parading around Brooklyn and the East Village where we partook in our usual conversations regarding music gluttony, sassy Two Boots pizza servers, and why Grindhouse was the funnest movie of the spring. Before night fell we made it over to the IFC Center for a screening of Killer of Sheep, and while it was a little rough around the edges its poetic and cultural musings were unbelievably heartfelt and sincere for essentially a 70s film school thesis project.

We start the moving process into our new apartment this upcoming weekend, where Charlie and I will fly home, throw a bunch of crap into a van, and plow through nearly half of the country on a 20 hour Red Bull-fueled trek back to the city. Shockingly I'm quite satisfied with how great our place is already. We unofficially broke it in with Erin on Friday by running around the empty loft (we opened our beer bottles on the heat radiator! how industrial!) and taking advantage of the roof access, where my fear of heights took strong hold as Charlie mimicked jumping off the building.