Summertime in New York City: The East Village 1991

The Lower East side, 1991, NYC. I weep when I see this. I used to live here. 13th street between A and B. With Khusenaton Shu Amon, on flute. I see him step right in here, he used to do that when I chanted out my words. Intense, beautiful fantastic. Dead. He died that winter. I can remember the way he used to say, "here comes James." "Hardcore. too deep." A beautiful human being. He told the truth, and was my friend. It seems long ago, and like yesterday.