Our Official Hurricane Preparedness Wish List.

 #1. Four barrels of Breuckelen 77 Whiskey.

Item #2. Brief Jerky.

Item #3. Small nuclear powered submarine.

Item #4. Keith Richards and an acoustic guitar.

Item #5. Piles of raw oysters.

Item #6. Padded sumo wrestler outfits.

Item #7. A Sally-scaring shrunken head.

Item #8. A Triumph. Escape vehicle of choice for a post-hurricane apocalyptic lawless society.

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We earn our living selling New York City. The next day is never like the last. The last is never ordinary. We witness all sorts. We listen to the City’s noise. We devour its phenomenal food. On the Real is our documentary. It is your pack of unfiltered New York 100s.

Weekend Beats. Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out!

Almost 43 years ago, a band of five took the stage at Madison Square Garden and put on one of the best rock shows this town has ever seen. And thankfully, they recorded it. Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out! came out in the fall of 1970 and when it did, Lester Bangs of Rolling Stone got bold and said, “I have no doubt that it’s the best rock concert ever put on record.” I am the four-millionth person to agree.I’ve listened to this incredible piece of musical history ever since my older brother bought me a copy on vinyl for Christmas sometime in the late seventies. This is the one that sets the bar for all others live. It is the one that makes me want to go completely batshit bananas every time I get to about the 5:25 mark of Sympathy for the Devil. I want to run through canyons of New York screaming at the top of my lungs every time I hear the intro to Street Fighting Man. It is the soundtrack to yours truly getting into, not one, but two tussles with the law for doing somewhere in the 90′s in a pair of 55’s. It is quite possibly my favorite album of all time. In this version, tracks from the opening acts, B.B. King and Ike and Tina, are as equally as impressive as the ones from the white-hot Stones. Pardon me while I go light my hair on fire and eat a banana. Have a great weekend.

About the Author |
We earn our living selling New York City. The next day is never like the last. The last is never ordinary. We witness all sorts. We listen to the City’s noise. We devour its phenomenal food. On the Real is our documentary. It is your pack of unfiltered New York 100s.