Friday, 20 May 2011

Housing Accomidations

Pick two of your favorite late-60s rock stars--Jimi Hendrix and Janice Joplin, Jim Morrison and Grace Slick--touring nonstop and playing in dives trying to stay ahead of the bills, just got to London for a big gig. They mount tiled steps and stumble into the tiny lobby of a dingy hostel squeezed in among a row of imposing hotels. The man behind the desk, bleached mullet and cockney accent, produces the key to their room, and, weighed to the ground with instruments cases and baggage, they begin the 6 storey ascent up a steep narrow staircase lined with mirrors, metal panels, and the occasional psychedelic mural or window; passing countless numbered doors jammed in seemingly every cranny, some cracked open to reveal a gypsy-like band tripping on who knows what or a man and a woman harmonizing softly to his acoustic guitar, others closed but unable to contain the ruckus of drugs, sex, and rock’n’roll.

THAT’S the hostel we’re staying at. Well I mean, minus the 60’s rock stars, gypsy-like band, man and woman harmonizing to his guitar, and the drugs, sex, and  rock’n’roll. But still, it's pretty sweet.

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