Live Weird

We are staying at The Jane, its an old hotel that was originally in the style of captain and shipmates.
The cheap rooms are $115,  which is a great deal in Manhattan.  The rooms for the sailors are a small affair, perhaps the size of a parking spot. Offers bunk beds, each with its own tv. However, it also comes with two robes, slippers, and the bell boy brings a bucket of ice for the fancy bottle of water provided. It is absolutely perfect, as we had taken the red eye in to Philly from SD, and had barely slept.  We didn't mind sharing a bath if the trade off was being able to lay horizontal!
After quickly checking in, we did as much NYC sightseeing as our feet would allow.

The Jane is located in the Meatpacking District, from there we walked down the Hudson to the World Trade Center, or where it once stood. We rode the carousel made of sea glass in the Battery and took the Statton Island Ferry back and forth passing lady Liberty and Ellis Island. 

The next morning, I wondered down to the french themed cafe and wondered in.
The radio was playing my jam, and I sat and ordered a coffee. It was before noon, but the man a the bar was having a martini.  While making small talk, I met an incredibly interesting man, who was in town form AZ as a radio DJ. We mocked the industry, AZ and he noted that it was important to 'live weird' It was such a memorable conversation. So NY.

You get a shiver in the dark It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring Well, now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of rain to hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Oh, but the horns, they're blowing that sound Way on down south, way on down south London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing Left-handed old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright He can play the honky tonk like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole, Creole And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings "Goodnight, now it's time to go home." And he makes it fast with one more thing, "We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing.