It's been a whole year since Adam Rushfield lost his battle to stay at the Chelsea. He recently wrote to let us know that the Chelsea is still in his heart and in his music. Late last week, Jaz attended the Miami opening of "Chelsea Hotel on the Rocks," where he got to hang out with Stanley Bard, who was also on hand to enjoy the screening. Earlier in the day, Stanley Bard could be found hob nobbing with the stars at a press conference, where we heard he had a chance to talk about his side of the Chelsea Hotel management crisis. (The lyrics to Jaz's song "Stanley was the Patron Saint" are after the jump.)
Ken Kelsch, Willem Dafoe, Shanyn, Stanley Bard and Abel Ferrera
Hey guys,
Today is a special and sad day for me. Exactly 1 year ago I had a concert in my quaint studio (room 320) for some bohemian friends and spent my last few hours as a Chelsea resident. This past year has been great, but I do miss my Chelsea girl.
If you remember, I was working on an album about the Hotel, and I have one of the tracks for you. I played an early, unfinished version of it that night. In my humble opinion it really puts together everything that's been going on since I left. I'd really appreciate if you would share it with your readers.
I know you've gotten alot of flack for the blog lately, but I want you to know that I, along with many others, would be in the dark about matters if it weren't for the both of you. Thanks.
I'll include the lyrics if you'd like to post them as well. Let me know what you think.
Yours Truly,
jAz jERicho
"Stanley Was The Patron Saint"
See Storme was closer to the harp than the guitar
But man did she play that thing well
She mostly had a smile, real cute and juvenile
But man would she give you the boot
But times and places and people they change
And who's really telling the truth
What's an aged caged bird to do
It's out with all of the old and in with the new
Oh you
See Shark was this Hawk but he really couldn't fly
Although with that mind I bet he could
His wife was this sprite, she just beamed with inner light
They lived like two ghosts in the bush
But times and places and people they change
And who's got the burden of proof
What's a depressed surrealist to do
It's out with all of the bold and in with the shrewd
Oh you
See Stanley was the patron saint
To all the mental patients
He was an honest man's charlatan
He'd rob you with his helping hand
But with every ounce of fault in him
He was appointed the exalted King
But it seems, yes I fear his reign is done
Oh my
But times and places and people they change
And they'll do it rather uncouth
It's out with all of the old and in with the new
It's out with all of the bold and in with the shrewd
Out in the cold, I know it's not the truth
Oh you
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