When I was living in a Lower East Side squat in the '70s, sometimes L.R. would stop by in the early evening hours and we'd go "wait for our man" uptown. One day I said, "L.R., you should write a song about standing on the corner waiting for our man." Well, imagine my surprise when he records the song and it's called "Waiting for My Man." I was so pissed. "He's our man, man!" I screamed at Lou as he bolted down Avenue C away from me. And it's not even a proper song! Where's the chorus? And hell, I was the one who introduced him to OUR man in the first place! I wonder whatever happened to that man. Anyway, New York in the '70s was like a jolt to the veins, har, har. Now it's a... More >>>