Some people can talk about New York City forever. There’s a good reason for that, you know.
I won’t take it that far since I’m not a native of the greatest city in the world, but as expected, there are special ways to do tourism to get exactly what you want out of any kind of major metropolitan area. There are museums, historic landmarks, tours, and cuisine.
Screw that. This isn’t a tourism blog.
I wanted to be swept under the carpet. I wanted a nightlife that had little or nothing to do with the club scene. I wanted cheap beer. I wanted cacophonous underground bands who were in my age bracket. I wanted to see what this city does with its artists - and I wanted to see what artists had done with this city.
And I got just that. As it turns out, in an underground surrounded by the ambiance of city noise, the more sound you can make, the more you can blend in.
Sure, a lot of music aficionados can read up enough about the Brooklyn underground, to be content with letting their feet wade in the water and watching the waves. Lucas, my tour guide, was thankfully not afraid to push me full force off of dry land for full immersion.
And we’ve got records of the events. Our weapons of choice differ; mine are words and his are images. But while you might be here for what I have to say, you are totally encouraged to take a gander at what he has to see.
And yes, Manhattan is great because it knows how to get down to business.
But Brooklyn is in the business of getting down*.
