So, as many of you know, my birthday was this week. The party at Sway Monday night was B-A-N-A-N-A-S!!! Tone’s photos say it all. Make sure to check them out. My raspberry hat from the 30s is reason enough. Anyway, in the days following the party, I got sick, lost my wallet, broke my umbrella and Bettie Page passed away. A bit of a bummer. Buttttttt… a ray of sunshine in a bleak week, I managed to get to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Annex (on Mercer Street) and check it out. Wow. Nerd out alert: seeing Angus Young’s infamous school boy uniform made me cheese like a kid watching High School Musical. Not only is there music memorabilia abound (think Elivis’ peacock jumpsuit, Madonna’s Keith Harring painted biker jacket, Mick Jagger’s white eyelet jumpsuit, Debbie Harry’s blue sequined dress and wig, letters from Garfunkel to Simon, Jimi Hendrix’s medallion from Monterey Pop and Michael Jackson’s original handwritten lyrics to Billie Jean) but a whole faux CBGB set up (if you’ve been here for a while, you’ll remember the phone booth and awning) and a light up model of all the musically important places in Manhattan. I don’t want to give it all away but let’s just say it’s full of multi-media dopeness. Parts of the exhibit are curated kind of weirdly and it is sad to see CB’s like that. It’s almost like having a beloved pet elephant on your block then it gets killed and all of a sudden you see its head mounted on the wall in a coffee shop. It’s a little jarring. But all in all, it’s pretty wonderful. And I can’t lie and tell you that seeing John Lennon’s wire frames at eye level, inches away from my face didn’t make me tear up. Cause it did. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Annex is worth the INSANE price of admission ($29.55 if you prepay online, and $26.55 there) plus who the hell is going to make the trip all the way out to Ohio to go to the real Hall of Fame? The point is, go and rock out. It’s cold and close to the holidays. You deserve it.
RIP Bettie Page