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Take a walk on the wild side

Charlie Bravo at Zoé Valdés:

Travels. Take a walk on the wild side (The Village, New York City).

Travels

Take a walk on the wild side (The Village, New York City)

Yo en Soho, NY. Foto Gustavo Valdés

Zoé Valdés in Greenwich Village

Walking on the wild side is like waking on the afterhours Greenwich Village that still survives beyond all the fixing-ups, all the new restaurants, the hipsters, and the recycled hippies from the sixties.

One can very well imagine that in that coffee shop around the corner was where Bob Dylan made his raspy voice into a trademark sound of the second half of the 20th Century, but Café Wah is where Jimi Hendrix rocked the wah-wah for sure, while the world was falling apart for most of us. One can keep on walking, carelessly now, because there are fewer dog turds on the sidewalks of the Village. Where are those mean looking dogs, sitting next to a guy who was busking with a third hand guitar, keeping guard over a few crumpled dollar bills or some blackened quarters?

I would love to think that the singer got a deal with a record company, and that the dog is now in doggie heaven, but honest to God, that seems like an impossibility if one looks at the playlist in the iPod of a Russian heiress with a little dog poking his head out of her designer purse. Where is the real music? One wonders. One has to wonder.

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