IT WAAAAAAAS DECEMBER 24TH ON HOllllllllllis AVENUUEEEE... uh, faa lala IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME IN HOLLLLIS QUEEEEEEEEENS!
The giant room-sized meat smoker has serious ventilation problems. We live in the building and our apartments & hallways reek of barbecue, all the way to the top floor — it's coming up through the radiators,walls & floors. Additionally, the ventilation system on the roof is going 24/7 & sounds like a jet plane idling. I'm sure everyone on the block can hear it. It's quite intrusive. The Health Dept. is coming to check it out. We're distressed! There's a reason smokehouses are located down country roads — they stink up the place, even if the food is delicious...
A fine East Village morning. And not a drunken Santa in sight. twitter.com/evgrieve/statu…
— evgrieve (@evgrieve) December 22, 2012
Joe was not the most famous rock star – but he was the best.
If you came of age in the Seventies, his death meant as much as losing John Lennon – an unbearable loss, leaving a gap that would never be filled.
Because Joe was unique.
Punk’s great humanitarian, he never stopped believing that the music had the power to change individual lives, and that those lives had the power to change the world.
As he got older, his idealism only increased, and his fire burned still brighter.
I knew him before he had a record deal and I saw him just before he died.
And in my entire life I never met anyone with a bigger heart than Joe Strummer.
“Without people, you’re nothing,” he once said.
Kids 10 and under get a free slice of .99-cent pizza (limit 2 per kid) today from 11 am to 2 pm.
