The New York Observer brings us word of a tenant uprising in Soho. What, no stink bombs?! These people down in Soho must be amateurs. Wonder if there was something more than water in those buckets? 
Seriously, though, we applaude anybody who has the guts to fight for their right to the peaceable enjoyment of their homes. We would advise them to watch out for underhanded tricks, however.
One Observer commenter writes that back in the day, they used chicken livers to protest against noisy clubs in their neighborhood.
"When the first David Rabin / Will Regan club opened next to my loft 15 years ago, instead of dumping water, we tossed well aged chicken livers out of the night sky onto the howling line to get in (this after politely trying to get them to rein in their loud club). It worked.
Recipe - buy chicken livers. Leave in metal bowl on hot rooftop for 2 days. Wearing gloves, toss over the roof parapet. Feel a bit sorry for the patrons being showered by rotting flesh; then reflect upon your own months of sleeplessness / fruitless negotiation with slimy real estate lawyer who was only delaying. THEN perhaps the owners paid some heed. Though their current clubs are equally toxic."
Recent Comments