My old friends in the band Leftover Crack played the 20th Anniversary of the Tomkins Square riot yesterday. I missed it due to family obligations, but I got to thinking how I really loved playing there and being a punk and shoving my boots in people's faces. One of the greatest Agent 99 shows was played at the Fierce Pussy Fest in August 1993. I found a review:

"...the sun came out, and Agent 99 entertained the soaked crowd with their hard-driving ska. Everyone was moshing; a muddied-face Tatiana danced through the crowd..."

The East Village used to be kind of a magical place where dreams still felt possible. I thought that optimism was just me, but I think it was everywhere. Where is it now?

Tags: agent 99, fierce pussy fest, leftover crack
I feel: nostalgic
I'm listening to: silence