Train of thought, a train runs through my heart, the train creeps behind her as she says goodbye to her past, the train to heaven or hell, soul train.
TRAIN themed SPIN
Friday March 27 at 7 PM
KGB Bar Red Room
85 East 4th Street (go all the way to top)
$5 / 2 drink minimum
Trains are such a part of New York living and don’t lie, you have a train story. We ALL have train stories.
Like the time I’m with my brother on the train after a night on the town and a guy covers his girlfriend with his jacket as she’s busy with something in his lap. What could it be? Or the time a kid pulls out a gun on the G train, points it into the air and a cap goes off. So startled and angry, I instinctively grab him and shove him against the wall and scream “What’s wrong with you?” It’s a place where we are forced to be civilized and where we are most apt to become uncivilized because we are being pushed somehow. It’s a place to watch, to escape, to bear, to contemplate, to transport. It’s liminal and it’s unlikely in the suburbs and L.A. And sometimes it’s loud and long and stinky.
And here are some more:
Haruki Murakami’s short story “Town of Cats” http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2011/09/05/town-of-cats
MTA Facts and Figures http://web.mta.info/nyct/facts/ffsubway.htm
Broad City’s “Subway Encounters” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNkxEAvAfgE