RANDOM COUPLINGS
It's not always known how to say it : what's
on one's mind, or what words to use. Silence
doesn't work, and that's obvious. Random
couplings, most people would think of as
sex - the mob scene at a rave, getting it
off in a closet or a corner-hideout booth.
Yeah, I used to see that, at any of those NYC
downtown clubs. My erstwhile friend (RIP)
Don Spechts, jumping the velvet rope, and
getting in to all sorts of places because his
girlfriend was the sister of Robbie Krieger's
girlfriend (the guy from The Doors). Big
deal, right. But damn it most often worked.
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Oh, that was maybe 1984 and that whole
world was drubbing. This club - and I right
now can't remember the name (Tunnel!!) -
had been a warehouse facility for spices and
grains, once. I can't remember. Distribution
and truck bays, huge spaces, and the rest. It
was, on the whole, pretty hideous. I brought
a number of Bikers there once when my
motorcycle had broken down in the Holland
Tunnel. We all got together and pushed it
through, and when we got there, waiting
for a friend, Bobbie, to come with his truck
to haul it away to home, and when we got
to the end of the Holland Tunnel, there was
the Port Authority/Tunnel police waiting for
us (me). But, surprisingly, and with no rancor,
they let us use their Port Authority garage,
right there, to store the bike for the two
hours, maybe. We had to wait.
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So, we ambled over to the Tunnel Club,
which was closed for a private party. But
they let us in! We grabbed a few drinks,
and I think some cake, and just hung around
in this noisy ante-room, and then we left. By
then, Bobbie had arrived, and we loaded the
bike, thanked the cop guys, and left. When
we got to Metuchen again, it was daybreak
already! That would be, with me, as I can
remember, Craig, Pete, Burglar, Snake, and
Bobbie, and maybe one or two others. A hazy
memory, but so cool. Bouncing around like
a timeless fool.
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