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From Page Six today:

It only took Courtney Love eight hours to trash her high-end hotel room at The Inn on Irving Place.

While the rocker was visiting New York on June 17 with her 16-year-old daughter, Frances Bean, sources say Love completely ruined her accommodations.

The hard-partying 44-year-old widow of Kurt Cobain left dirty needles and used feminine hygiene products behind, according to sources, and also flooded the floor.

July 4 with the Ramones

Here's a snippet from "End of the Century: The Story of the Ramones" that looks at the band's July 4, 1976, performance in the UK. According to NME: The Ramones "took over the hippy Roundhouse and reduced it to the hottest, sleaziest garage ever."

Except for the California part

N. Korea accuses U.S. of trying to start war

Oops. I may have my headlines mixed up. Sorry! Anyway, please handle sparklers and all other illegal fireworks carefully this July 4. Also, please do not try this at home.

[Lady Gaga via]

Putting a shine on Ray's

In this week's issue of The Villager, Scoopy has the story of some (current and former?) C-squat residents who spent a weekend helping spiff up Ray's after his recent visits from the health department. At Seventh Street and Avenue A, of course. Speaking of which, when you're out and about this weekend, be sure to stop by...

Photo by Melanie.

Walkman this way

Wow — the Sony Walkman was introduced 30 years ago this week. Which reminds me. I recently busted out my portable AM-FM/cassette Walkman from a long time ago. I needed a radio for something. Anyway, I was inspecting the Walkman on a crowded 4 train. And I discovered a tape was in the Walkman. XTC's "Skylarking"! (Had I used this thing since, say, 1986?) I was fumbling around with the batteries. Then I realize. These two recent-college-grad types are looking at me in mild disbelief and horror, perhaps. Like I'm poor or low-tech and can't have an iPod. When the tape rewinds, I give them a nod and press play.

Posts that I never got around to posting: NYU pub crawls getting out of hand!

Posts that I never got around to posting: People on Ninth Street throw away really big TVs

And this is still tiny compared to the one Slum Goddess found here.

Posts that I never got around to posting: Capturing some street life in an ad

Posts that I never got around to posting: Two photos taken on Sixth Street

Posts that I never got around to posting: This annoying ad

On St. Mark's Place near Second Avenue.

Posts that I never got around to posting: Chaining things to poles

On East 12th Street.

Posts that I never got around to posting: Unusual plywood on 33rd Street

The plywood looks just like the bar...

Posts that I never got around to posting: Last call for Pad Thai

Perhaps many restaurants have a Last Call notice on their to-go menus. I just never noticed it.

Posts that I never got around to posting: Your ultra weekend!

Seventh Street near Avenue C.

Posts that I never got around to posting: Hook and Ladder part duh

The building housing the John Street/FiDi location of Hook and Ladder is for lease. The bar is still open.

Posts that I never got around to posting: Cheep rent

On Fifth Street between Second Avenue and Cooper Square.

Posts that I never got around to posting: Movie poster mischief

On 14th Street near Third Avenue.

Guess where? "Frattier than the frattiest frat party"

Eater has another reader report on the Greatest Shitshow of Them All, Superdive. Of course.

"I checked out the now imfamous Superdive last night, and I was blown away by the place. I paid $7 to mix my own drink (blacklable on ice, filled to the rim), was with a group that bought a keg, and smelled the aroma of weed. I can also say the place is frattier than the frattiest frat party imaginable, and was populated by about 90% business-casual clad iBanker types, and the plain-looking, done-up to the nines girls that follow them around. I have absolutely no idea how that place plans to stay open, there are potential liabilities EVERYWHERE (health violations, SLA, lawsuits, whatever). The place is a massive house of cards."

Previously on EV Grieve.

Damn hippies!

July 2, 1967, the Beach Boys play Wollman Rink in Central Park.