You wanna hear "that" story again, mate?
Well... ok but this is the last time.
Lets see...
It was a warm April day in NYC and I had just got my gig bag packed for an engagement I had on in Brooklyn.
I'd left myself plenty of time to get there cause as you know sometimes getting a cab to Brooklyn can take a while, (even if you do have a couple of thousand dollars worth of gear in your hands) I threw my guitar over my shoulder, checked myself in the mirror, flipped my mop of dreadlocks left, then right and started down to the street.
It was such a nice day I thought that I'd walk around to 5th Ave. and catch a cab there.
A very short while later I'm standing on the corner of 40th & 5th with my hand out but no takers.
I think to myself, "hey... that's ok I’ll just stroll down to 34th pick-up some batteries and catch a cab there.
After all, it’s such a nice day.
Another short while and I’m on the street again fresh batteries in my bag, hand up, Feelin' positive.
One cab, two cabs... 3rd time lucky!
Not!
The fifth cabbie pulls up, stops and asks "Where ya goin'?"
I grab the door handle and say "Brooklyn".
Thank goodness I wasn't holding on tightly cause he tore off down 5th like the INS was after him.
But still... It’s such a nice day... I'll just keep walkin' till I get one.
It wasn't till I got to Canal Street that I began to realise, I may not get a cab but I kept walkin'.
After all, it's such a nice day.
Walking...walking... to where the city meets the sea.
I stood there for a long time, looking across to Brooklyn, feeling punchy from my walk & the periodic rejection I’d been experiencing and thought to myself...
"I'll just walk...After all, it's such a nice day!"
So I walked right into New York Harbour and that's when it all gets a little hazy.
I never did make it to Brooklyn... But I had always wanted to see Sydney.
The walk?
You know... it really wasn't that bad!
I think I 'd stopped breathing by Canal Street due to extreme anger.
So really, it was ok.
Besides... how many people can say they know the final resting places of both Jimmy Hoffa and Harold Holt!
The End!
Now really... I must go, I feel like a little walk before bed.
After all, it's such a nice night.
Taxi!
