Okay, now I really feel old.
Legendary Bleecker Street rock club Kenny's Castaways -- where (back in the early to mid 80s) I had some of the best times of my life, both on and offstage -- is closing for good tonight.
The last two acts to play there are scheduled to be The Smithereens and Willie Nile.
Both of whom my own band was fortunate enough to open for at Kenny's on numerous occasions, and both both of whom were hugely inspirational to us. Particularly this little masterpiece from Willie's first album...
...which was in many ways the template we attempted for our own music (with what success I will will not speculate).
In any case, if you're in the vicinity of Manhattan tonight, you could do a lot worse than to stop by. I'll be there of course, and probably scads of people -- musicians, ex-waitresses and bartenders -- I haven't seen in years.
I think the word "bittersweet" is appropriate here.