Not much is going on for Halloween this year in my little corner of NYC, so instead I shall share a story from a previous Halloween.
A few years ago, my friend's heavy metal band was playing a Halloween concert in the basement of ABC No Rio, a combination squat/radical arts center in New York City's Lower East Side. I was at the show, trying to stay out of the mosh pit -- I don't mosh, I am too willowy and delicate. A guy in a banana suit comes flying out of the mosh pit and careens into me, which injures my back!
When my friend David finished his set and got off stage, he found me looking all twisted up and I told him what I just told y'all. Enraged, he yelled out, "Where is he! I'll kick his $%#!" but the problem was, there were 3 or 4 guys in banana suits there, and I wasn't sure which one had messed up my back and I didn't want David to beat up the wrong banana suit guy!
Now I wasn't around for '70s NYC, but I've heard stories from people who were, who told me that in Halloweens past, people would rip the wooden doors off of buildings and light them on fire in the streets!
