So this guy walks into a bar in New York City.
He's wearing a Packers jacket, so the bartender asks: "Are you from Wisconsin?"
The guy nods. "You?"
"My girlfriend is from Little Chute."
That's not a joke. That's a small world. Even here on the Upper West Side, where you can see the Hudson River from your 11th floor hotel window and get the best Buffalo wings in the city just across the street at Blondie's. Or so claims the bartender.
(Question: Can you believe a guy who says his girlfriend is from Little Chute? Answer: Only if it sounds like he's bragging.)
One thing the bartender doesn't need to brag about is the sound system at Blondie's. The town that never sleeps doesn't get that reputation turning down the sound in the wee hours. No sir...
I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's half past four and I'm shifting gear
"Radar Love" was ahead of its time. Or maybe it just set hard rock's wheels into overdrive. The other day we mentioned Van Halen's metal classic "Jump," which came out in 1984. This one was pulsing over the FM airwaves 11 years earlier, compliments of Golden Earring. Who ever thought the Dutch could rock like this?
It blew through Blondie's last night like a red-lining Chevelle Super Sport on jet fuel. For the safety of patrons they should install seat belts on the bar stools here.
NYC rocks. Wait'll we get to the live stuff...