The Conspiracy Of Beards, a men's choir from San Francisco who sing the songs of Leonard Cohen, sing "Chelsea Hotel #2" on the PATH train from New Jersey to New York, until the conductor orders the videographer to put the camera away.
So what's up with this video ABS? Since when does the Chelsea Hotel play second fiddle to the Eiffel Tower in a rap music video?
Here's the end result of that video shoot a few months back where the crew took over the west wing of the 7th and 8th floors and filmed until 3:30 in the morning on a Sunday. What do you think? Was it worth losing a night's sleep over? You be the judge.
So, former Chelsea Hotel resident Ryan Adams has left New York because the New York Times was mean to him. Apparently they criticized one of his songs -- imagine that -- and said he needed to self- edit a little better. Well, don't we all. But how will moving to LA help? Can't the NYT still get ahold of his albums and trash them? And don't people in LA read the NYT? In this day and age I think they can even get it online. You can't escape the long arm of the NYT!
And what's with the papers in LA? Has he got them on his payroll? Or will he have to pack up and move again once they criticize him?
Well, you're always welcome at the Chelsea, Ryan. Somtimes I'm not sure whether or not we're even in New York -- but if you're like a lot of people here, you'll have no problem pretending you're on a different, friendlier and more human planet, altogether. (For better or for worse!)
What I'm really wondering, however, is how we can convince the NYT to be mean to Chelsea Hotel minority share holder Marlene Krauss so she'll move to Lapland or Tanzania, or blast off in a rocket to Mars. -- Ed Hamilton
It's been a whole year since Adam Rushfield lost his battle to stay at the Chelsea. He recently wrote to let us know that the Chelsea is still in his heart and in his music. Late last week, Jaz attended the Miami opening of "Chelsea Hotel on the Rocks," where he got to hang out with Stanley Bard, who was also on hand to enjoy the screening. Earlier in the day, Stanley Bard could be found hob nobbing with the stars at a press conference, where we heard he had a chance to talk about his side of the Chelsea Hotel management crisis. (The lyrics to Jaz's song "Stanley was the Patron Saint" are after the jump.)
Ken Kelsch, Willem Dafoe, Shanyn, Stanley Bard and Abel Ferrera
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It must be getting close to St. Patricks Day, as we met these Irish rockers in the lobby over the weekend. Here's what they had to say about their stay at the Chelsea.
According to this new documentary, Who Killed Nancy? by Alan G. Parker, neither Sid Vicious nor Rockets Redglare was the killer of the nauseating one. Instead, Parker fingers a shadowy blond-haired Brit from the 6th floor of the Chelsea Hotel, known only as “Michael.” Who is this Michael, and what has become of him? He could still be living on the 6th floor, for all we know! Only Stanley Bard knows for sure. Bring Back the Bards!
In case anyone wondered what we were talking about in our previous post about the Chelsea Hotel management falsifying construction permits, this should clarify matters. The pictures below were taken on Tuesday, after construction began in Bob Dylan's old room at the Chelsea Hotel (#211), where he lived in the 60s, writing "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands," and so many other great songs from his Blond on Blond album. As you can see, the room, which prior to Tuesday's vandalism, looked much as it did when Dylan lived there, has been completely trashed. In addition to not having the required Certificate of Non-Harassment the illegally obtained permits are only for bathroom and kitched renovation. Obviously, much more than that is going on. Significantly, workers have torn down a wall with sledgehammers, exceeding the mandate of their permits. -- Ed Hamilton (Unsourced photo of Bob Dylan at the Chelsea Hotel)
(Thanks to a tipster for sending over the photos of the destruction.)
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As we reported in an earlier blog post, in the early morning hours of Oct 13, Star Lounge, the club in the basement of the Chelsea, was broken into. They had kept us up to all hours the night before with their throbbing, thumping “music”, and so we didn’t give a good goddamn—they are decidedly unwelcoming to Chelsea Hotel guests and residents anyway—and, frankly, we were kind of hoping that the whole place got trashed. We were more concerned that our 24-hour security patrol seemed to be asleep on the job while this brazen crime was perpetrated.
Now, however, we learn from Chelsea Now that the thief apparently came in through the front window (!) and walked off with a DJ’s $3000 audio mixing console! Congratulations, righteous thief dude, on a job well done! And now, may we suggest that, like Robin Hood (or maybe Obama), you spread the wealth around: take that purloined mixing board out to the ‘burbs of New Jersey and set up a mind-blowing, ear-shattering Rave-To-Wake-The-Dead. Take from the rich of Manhattan and give to the poor, underprivileged bridge-and-tunnelers—as that’s obviously who’s hanging out in Star Lounge these days anyway.
But the ravers or rappers or whatever the hell they call themselves are apparently a determined lot. They were back at it again this weekend, undermining the foundations of the Chelsea with pulsating blasts of super-sucky crapola-rock. They must have picked up another electronic annoyance machine at the Jumping Jackass Mart (or wherever the hell you get them—probably the same place where they punch holes in the muffler of your wildass supercool bitchin’ “Hog” so you can park it in front of residential buildings and rev the engine at 4 in the morning, impressing all the hot chicks with IQs of 50 points or less.)
Seriously, though, folks, Star Lounge reportedly owes tens of thousands of dollars in back rent to the hotel. The hotel management is attempting to evict tenants who owe a lot less. So what gives? (The answer, as much else around here, revolves around hotel layabout David Elder. Stay tuned to the blog for further elucidation in coming weeks.) -- Ed Hamilton
No surprise, but the famous creative energy of the Chelsea has come through once again. Add the South Austin Jug Band to the long list of musicians and groups that have created albums at the Chelsea. Singer and guitarist James Hyland, to judge from his quote in the Daily Lobo, seems to attribute the band's inspiration more to New York itself than to the Chelsea, but we all know better. My favorite quote from Hyland: "If you can't get it going in New York, you should just cut it off." Truer words have seldom been said. And if worse comes to worse, what better place to do it than the Chelsea. Just ask Sid, he'll tell you.
Yesterday marked the 30th anniversary of Nancy Spungen’s tragic death in room 100 of the Chelsea Hotel. Some still believe Sid to be innocent of the crime, which leaves a big
mystery to be solved. We wonder if any of the punk rockers who used to make the pilgrimage to the Chelsea have any events planned to commemorate the occasion. We haven’t seen too many of them in recent years. Rest in peace, Nancy.
Here’s former resident Elizabeth Pugh playing Nancy Spungen in a video that former resident Luke Jorger shot a couple of years ago. Seems we have lots of former residents that haven’t been replaced.
Lost City rep
orts (and today's Post) that five old brownstones on West 28th Street are up for sale for $44 million, presumably to a developer who will tear them down and throw up another souless condo high-rise. What a great idea!
The buildings, at 47 through 55 West28th, are a part of the old Tin Pan Alley, and number 55 was home to anarchist Emma Goldman's Mother Earth magazine. If Emma could see all these stockbrokers running around like chickens with their heads cut off, I'm sure she's laugh her ass off. (via curbed)
(Photo: The Post)
Past residents of the Chelsea Hotel continue to inspire the youth of today. Austin-based band okkervil River's lastest effort "The Stand Ins" features an awesome tribute to Jobriath entitled "Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed on the Roof of the Chelsea Hotel." (Unfortunately, the video of the interview was removed from youtube.com)
We hung out with Don, Jess, Vinnie, Joey & Richard (all members of The Traumas) when they stayed at the Chelsea Hotel back in 
April. They were all really cool and totally loved the hotel and were excited to be able to afford to stay at this awesome place. I think that the only thing that would have made them happier would have been to get the opportunity to play a gig in NYC. (They were in town to attend a concert.) They even gave us a copy of their recent CD which really rocks and reminds us of The Ramones. We were saddened to learn from Don that Vinnie recently died. Most of the time that we were hanging out with the group Vinnie was busy writing in his song book, but he seemed like a really great guy and he wanted to know a lot about the hotel.
Don had this to say about Vinnie: "Even though Vinnie didn't have much to say and was writing in his journal/songbook most of the time, he didn't miss a word and was happy to meet a fellow writer that was living as a writer in a hotel that 90 percent of the music/books/poems and art that we are into have graced. We never got to play a show in NYC yet we kept true to ourselves and the Chelsea spirit and things were really taking off. He was older than his 24 years and must have been dealing with some heavy stuff however the Vinnie I knew was a quick wit, with a great since of humor and a very ironic world view. He was our Lou Reed, Jim Morrison, Iggy Pop and John Lennon all rolled into one thing that was not a copy but a channel for what music should be and that all the "IT" bands of today seem to have lost...or never had. While I subscibe to the don't mourn the loss, celebrate the life ideal, I can't help feel such loss for a great friend and a very talented writer/songwriter."
(Photo: The Traumas in their room at the Chelsea Hotel earlier this year.)
at the Fletcher Gallery located in Woodstock, New York. Judith Childs writes to tell us about a new song inspired by the hotel. So, check it out! Judith writes: "Billy Squire dreamed about the Hotel Chelsea for years and ever since I took him up to the roof some years ago to play his guitar atop the hallowed halls, he has returned, from New Zeland, to stay here, to play here and compose his dreams. He just sent me a dvd of his new album which you can find by going to www.billysquire.net and then to Listen to Album. "Chelsea Dreams" is seventh down the list."
an over used word] Aus cabaret / theatre / singer performer has paid a visit to the famed Chelsea Hotel. He's currently playing Riff Raff in a brilliant production of Rocky Horror here- a role way way beneath his capabilities. Amongst Paul's talents he 'channels' dead divas including a remarkable Janis."Big news: an annex of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is set to open in Soho! It will of course feature exhibits devoted to several former Chelsea Hotel residents, such as Bob Dylan and the Ramones, and will even include an interactive map of musically significant spots in New York—and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what the most important location on the map will be.
But then I started thinking: Soho?!? Why, the Hall should be right here where it belongs in the Chelsea Hotel. The Capitol Fishing space has been empty for two years now; what else are they saving it for? Tilley could have the Hard Rock Hotel he’s been dreaming of, and I’ll bet Dan would sell ten times as many guitars.
Yes indeed, Rockers, this could have been the solution to all our problems. With an admission price of $26 a pop, Tilley wouldn’t have to kick residents out on the street to make ends meet. It’s another way to rip off the tourists, but so what? They would just waste their money on golf (if they could find a place to play in Manhattan) and bad theatre anyway.
It would have been great. But, as usual, our fearless leaders have dropped the ball on this one as well. Shame on you, Marlene. I don’t know if we would have had room for Springsteen’s 1957 Chevy anyway. Maybe we could have rented a crane and hauled it up to the bar on the roof. Sid—and Nancy too--must be rolling over in their graves. -- Ed Hamilton
The end of summer is quickly approaching and the future of the Chelsea Hotel and Coney Island are still uncertain. Former Chelsea Hotel resident Dainty Adore takes us back in time to the Fourth Annual Mermaid Day Parade. After Danity performs her quirky set she provides a tour of the boardwalk and amusement park.
(Video by Nelson Sullivan)
According to newyorkology.com "Hair" will run for one extra week in Central Park. If you don't want to wait all day to get tickets you can always climb to the top of Belvedere Castle and enjoy the songs perfectly fine though the view is obstructed to say the least. The connections between the Chelsea Hotel and "Hair" are so numerous that we could never untangle them all, but for starters former resident Milos Foreman directed the movie and Galt McDermott wrote the music for the Broadway show. 
This spring, former Chelsea Hotel resident and member of the original "Hair"cast, Sharmange Leland-St. John-Sylbert was in town for the 40th reunion of the original cast. In 1966-67 Leland-St. John-Sylbert lived at the Chelsea Hotel, down the hall from Edie Sedgwick, in a small studio that was also used by a photographer as his dark room. She talks a little about her experience at the Chelsea in this video. During her recent visit she chatted with us about the big fire of 1966. According to Sharmange, one of the more memorable highlights was when the firemen broke through the floor while they were putting out the fire and spotted a stash of pot in the room below. The firemen call the police, which resulted in a couple of tenants getting arrested.
Well Michael Maher, the Australian documentarian who produced a film about the blog and the gentrification of the Chelsea and a piece about Coney Island, is at it again. Be sure to catch his latest, a short piece about that legendary meeting place of musicians and eccentrics of all sorts in a store front of -- where else but -- the Chelsea Hotel.
Highlights include footage of a guy trying to sell proprietor Dan Courtney a guitar, and of Johnny Cash's son-in-law, John Leventhal, a regular at the shop, expressing the opinion that if he comes in enough times maybe Dan will give him one of these beautiful guitars! Neighborhood fixture Vlad the Bluesman of 23rd Street puts in a brief appearance.
Be sure to stop by the store and give Dan some business or just hang out. Maybe Coby will play the banjo for you! With the way things are going aroudn here Dan's Chelsea Guitars may not be around forever.
Former Chelsea Hotel resident Alejandro Escovedo has a new album, "Real Animal" set to be released on June 24. He recently peformed "Chelsea Hotel '78" at the New Orleans Jazz Festival. A song dedicated to living at the Chelsea Hotel during the days of Sid & Nancy.
After Jaz Jericho lost his battle to stay at the Chelsea Hotel he held a secret midnight going away party.
Storme DeLarverie stopped by and serenaded the crowd with her version of "I Fell For You." Turn up the volume. It's awesome! Unfortunately, Storme is out of the frame on the far right of the screen.
Be sure to check out Chris Shott’s piece in The New York Observer about BD’s shameful attempt to evict a dying man, Jann Paxton. So what about it Marlene? Is it so important to win your war against Stanley Bard that you’re willing to abandon ever last shred of common decency? We think that, as a show of good will, you should at least pledge not to evict Jann Paxton. -- Ed Hamilton
We ran into Jack White the other night at the Chelsea, wearing a cowboy hat with a big white feather that made him appear even taller than he is, and a huge fur coat of a kind only a true rock star such as himself could pull off. If he was trying to go incognito, I must say he failed rather miserably! We wondered why he would grace our hotel with his presence, and now we know: he’s working on an album with Bob Dylan and wanted to soak up some of the rarified ambience of the legendary performer’s former haunt. Well, we’re confident that –even with BD in charge – he was not disappointed.
The two artists are working on an album of songs that Hank Williams left uncompleted at the time of his death -- which is kind of funny since, isn’t it part of Dylan’s legend that he tried to steal a trunk of songs out of Woody Guthrie’s basement after the old folkie croaked? I think those songs were later recorded by Wilco – much to Bob’s consternation, I’m sure – but now, in a way, he has his revenge.
Oh, another Chelsea connection: Hank William’s granddaughter, Holly Williams, used to live here.
Milwaukee alterna band Fever Marlene wrote and recorded their second album, "White China" (Is that like the heroin man? Shades of Lou Reed!), over a four night stay in room 219 at the Chelsea . The 10 song album features a DVD documentary of the writing process and a photo journal. "White China" is set to be released on March 7, 2008.
On Goldie's first trip to NYC in June 1986, he stayed at the Chelsea Hotel with Birdie and manager Martin Jones. As dawn breaks, he rants at imaginary people from his bedroom window. Clip from Zulu Dawn, a documentary on the pioneer UK hip hoppers of the 80s, that catches up with their lives today.
Pianist and singer/songwriter Adam Rushfield, who goes by the professional name of Jaz Jericho, comes from a long line of musical talent: his great grandfather banged singer Sophie Tucker! When we met with Adam in his tiny room/music studio recently, he played us a tape of longtime resident 87-year-
old Stormé DeLarverié belting out an old standard, "Since I Fell For You," her voice still as impressive as in her heyday in the 50s and 60s, husky, evocative, and powerful.
Of course we immediately asked Adam if we could share Stormé's song with our blog readers, but it turns out he wants to keep it under wraps for awhile, as he is working on a song cycle partially revolving around the remarkable recording. (The work will delve into the lives and lore of Chelsea residents as well as other stories.) He played us a couple of pieces on his piano and they expertly evoked the dysfunctional family dynamic of the Chelsea.
I was born in Okinawa, Japan in 1979. I grew up in Las Vegas, where I lived from the time I was six months old. It's a very comfortable place to live, but not easy for a musician unless you play cover tunes and don't care if people listen to you or not. Everybody wants to get out, but nobody does anything about it. But by this point in my life I was ready to go, I needed a change. Some of my friends who were musicians moved to LA, but that wasn't for me. I visited NY three years ago and something about it just grabbed me.
Just from folklore and movies and books and then later through my work in music. When my friend and I visited NY it was too expensive to stay here the whole week, but on our last night we walked in to check the place out and the guys at the front desk were really cool and offered us a discount, so we decided to stay one night. We rode up in the elevator with Rene Ricard, of all people. He was carrying an envelope and he opened it and showed us that there was a knife inside. He said, jokingly, that we'd better not be up to no good. If we were here to steal the art, we'd have to answer to him. That was when I knew I had to move to the Chelsea.
My Dad's a musician. He plays in a 50s and 60s rock band. So I grew up around all kinds of music. My great grandfather played in a big band, and banged singer Sophie Tucker. That's his claim to fame.
Bowie, Beatles, Motown, everything. In college I was a musical theatre major, and I'd like to write musicals someday. Or maybe not, since they're so cheesy. Rock Operas, really, that's what I'd like to write.
I called Stanleyfrom Vegas and told him I was thinking of coming to New York soon, and asked if he had any rooms available. He said not right now but just let me know when you're on your way and I'm sure we can find something for you. I called him when I crossed the Mississippi. When I got here he brought me right up to this room and I took it, the first one he showed me. It was pretty expensive and he was charging me by the night, as a transient guest ($75/night, plus hotel tax), but he said he'd try to get my rent down, and he did lower it at one point, right before he left ($70/night, plus tax). I believe that he would have eventually offered me an affordable, permanent, monthly rate.
At that point he was forced out by the minority shareholders and BD Hotels took over. What did BD say about your rent?
They still tried to charge me the high rate. I said I had been here long enough to be considered a permanent tenant and I was being illegally overcharged and they needed to reduce my rent, but they refused to listen to my arguments. I decided not to pay until the courts could resolve the issue. Though I 
kind of feel like I was cheated out of my full Chelsea experience since Stanley's no longer around, I plan to get as much as I can out of what's left of it.
Well, I think the Chelsea has spoiled me, so no place else in New York would do. Maybe the Lower East Side, but everything's too expensive anyway. I have some friends living in Providence so maybe I'll crash with them for awhile. There's a pretty cool art's scene there, with lots of space in all the abandoned factory buildings. The Chelsea is a place where I can just relax and be, and I know it's not going to be easy for me to recreate that vibe somewhere else.
Withholding his rent allowed Adam to buy some time at the Chelsea, time well spent, it turns out, as he has been using it to soak up the inspirational atmosphere and transform it into music. I accompanied him to Housing Court on Wednesday, Dec 12, hoping I could at least offer moral support. He met with BD's lawyer and they negotiated a deal whereby Adam will be given an affordable rent through the end of February, at which time he will be expected to leave the hotel. So, while it certainly wasn't an ideal result, at least it will make a full year that Adam has lived at the Chelsea. We'll be sorry to lose Adam, as he seems a perfect fit for the Chelsea, with his respect for the history of the hotel, coupled with a forward-looking creative impetus to celebrate and reinvigorate that tradition. On the other hand, he's not gone yet--and no one knows what the situation at the Chelsea will be in two months. -- Ed Hamilton
“The new generation of bands, they’re all nice boys,” chirps a boutique hotel owner (“Just Call Our Band the Model Guests,” David Brown, New York Times, 11/25/07). Articles such as this appear from time to time--obviously based heavily on press releases from the hotel industry—trumpeting the end of hotel-trashing behavior. For you see, the guys from Led Zeppelin and the Who need walkers to get around these days, and the new generation of “rock stars” are more interested in gyms and spas and high-speed internet access.
As the article/press release says, these days one is, “. . . unlikely to encounter many bands with larger-than-life personas.” Which makes me wonder why anyone would give a rat’s ass about them. The function of rock stars in society is cathartic: to live the lives of speed and excess that the rest of us can 
only dream of—and that includes, obviously, throwing TVs from hotel windows. Of such behavior, a drummer from an obscure band with the hateful name of the Editors even goes so far as to say, “It’s not. . .respectful,” causing both John Bonham and Keith Moon to roll over and vomit (or dry-heave at least!) in their graves.
The purpose of such articles is twofold: 1. to promote the false worship of American-Idol-type stars, manufactured by the record companies because they are easier to control than actual, talented musicians, who inevitably carry the requisite baggage of inner demons to be exorcised; and 2. to sound the death knell of quirky old hotels with actual character, together with the ascendancy of sterile, soulless boutique hotels.
To the later point, the article contains the requisite predictions of the death of the Chelsea (which it calls a “party palace” and a “sleaze-rock emporium”), together with—something new—a bit of gloating over the fact that one of their own damned and demented breed, BD Hotels, has seized control of the revered counterculture Mecca.
Regrettable as that is, however, BD has not quite managed to snuff out our legendary life-force as yet, and so the real rock stars--albeit perhaps without major label support--will continue to make the pilgrimage to the Chelsea for as long as they can still slip in undetected. Though the new flat screens don’t have quite the POP! of the old tube TVs, they will still provide quite a spectacle when they come crashing down onto the newly gentrified 23rd Street.
And as for all those fancy-schmancy new boutique hotels: the fixtures will become old in time, and perhaps even develop some character; and because the lure of sex, drugs, and Rock and Roll will forever remain strong, with the power to corrupt even studio-manufactured lip sync-ers and air guitarists, the fine art of hotel trashing will rise Phoenix-like from the ashes of its own too-hastily predicted demise. To this day our illustrious proprietor Stanley Bard will tell you that Sid Vicious was a nice boy too. -- Ed Hamilton
For our Japanese readers, be sure to tune in to Sekaigumi TV #9 tonight (November 28 - Fuiji TV Network) for a documentary on the Chelsea. A full hour long, this film, focuses on the history of rock music associated with the Chelsea, profiling Sid and Nancy, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, etc., and taking the viewer on tours of some of their former rooms—including the infamous bathroom where Nancy was stabbed to death in 1978 (since renovated, of course, though it probably still looks about the same as it did back then).
I was able to view an advance copy of the film, and, though I don’t speak Japanese, I still found it fairly entertaining. In particular, there was a lot of very good music playing throughout the film: Velvet Underground, Jimi, Janis, the Sex Pistols, etc.; and a lot of footage of Bob Dylan from the Newport Music Festival where he went electric. As I watched, I couldn’t help thinking that they must have spent a good deal of money buying the rights to all these songs. There’s a long segment on Harry Smith, who compiled the influential Anthology of American Folk Music, and his collaboration with Allen Ginsberg, as well.
The film also profiles current residents, including composer Gerald Busby, painter David Combs, photographer Linda Troeller and of course our illustrious proprietor Stanley Bard. They also talked to Mike the DJ about how it feels to live in Bob Dylan’s room. There’s also a segment on the blog, and I get to tell my story about meeting punk rocker Dee Dee Ramone, and how he subsequently challenged some construction workers to a knife fight (a version of this appears in my book, Legends of the Chelsea Hotel.)
The director and the various crew members kept asking me about Harry Smith’s recording of Allen Ginsberg’s folk songs, but I knew nothing of that and wondered why they even cared about something so obscure, but maybe, aft
er all, Harry is big in Japan. Nobody believed me when I told them that Harry kept a Zombie at the Chelsea.
The photo shows some of the members of the film crew, who were great fun to work with. They were jazz fans—or at least one of them was--and I showed them a poster from Shirley Clarke’s film about roformer Chelsea resident Ornette Coleman (obtained from a resident who lives down the hall and knew him back then). Noticing that I had several works of Japanese literature on my shelves, they were kind enough to recommend a couple of authors—Natsume Soseki (I read Botchan and Mon—both of which I greatly enjoyed) and Osamu Dazai, to round out my education. -- Ed Hamilton
Remember Vlad, the scruffy looking fellow who used to play the guitar, grimacing as he did so, 
at the corner of 7th Ave. and 23rd. Well, he’s back. The reason he hadn’t been around for awhile was that some jerk complained about him and the cops had to give him a ticket and tell him to move along—even though they really didn’t want to. The problem was that Vlad was using an amplifier—a necessity for a guitar to be heard above the cacophony of
Anyway, thanks to the people at Dan’s guitar, a solution has been found. They lent Vlad a steel resonator guitar, which was designed to make a big noise in an era before amplified sound. Vlad’s new instrument looks really cool, is chrome-like finish flashing in the sunlight, and if anything actually sounds louder than the guitar-and-amp combo he had before. Best of all, since it’s not amplified, it’s perfectly legal. “First amendment and all,” Vlad says. The guitar looks like something an old Mississippi Bluesman would have played in back in the 20s, Blind Lemon Jefferson or somebody like that. “All I need now are dark glasses and dog,” Vlad jokes, glad to back where he belongs. -- Ed Hamilton
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