Yes I know I am quoting Grandmaster Flash here but to begin my Perez Hilton like post WHERE ELSE can you get in a conversation with a Baldwin brother (Billy) and the next day see Gibby Haynes of the Butthole Surfers(apparently a Carroll Gardens resident) reading the New York Times on an empty 11pm F train subway car? Only in New York baby..only in New York.
BTW-the Baldwin chit chatted with a girlfriend and I in front of an art opening at Muoller-Snow Gallery (yes FIB has cultcha sometimes!) about the Obama party he was attending at "moby's" my friend said "at that TINY place?!" meaning the teashop or whatever he has and then it dawned on me.."his house M his house..." anyway he was nice and chatted for 10 minutes before bumming a smoke. The whole time we were half sure if he was who we thought he was and then it was the matter of WHICH of the 5 Baldwins was he? After googling the next day we figured it out, he was the "cute" one. Oh and later we saw Moby at this opening which was a throw back to the 1980's...a mixture of Gossip Girl style young socialites wearing floor length ball gowns (who knew people still wore those in THESE economic times??!), skaters, freaks, rich people, poor people and whoever happened to stumble in when they realized free wine was being served...later we walked the Bowery in horror, it all looks a dorm....but i guess if you have no memories of it before, it just don't matter.
