Once the City, Always the City / by Randy Ortiz

Once the City, Always the CityThere's something that happens to you when you no longer live in New York City... something great. You notice how grand of a city you had in your back pocket and how no other place on earth will compare, no matter how hard they try there just isn't an equal. Is it the smell? God no, it's literally everything you can desire or hope it to be it is but also lets you fall, learn your lesson and best of all get back up.

The smell of NYC is an eclectic taste...err scent, especially the 125th street A train stop at 3AM; however it's part of what makes the city. Besides that whiff you can expect to see/hear/experience all sorts of cultures and people which I think is the best part. I was born (St. Luke's) and raised in Manhattan now reside in Jersey, the pride I have for NY and my old neighborhood Washington Heights never seems to diminish. As if Bloomberg was handing me a check I defend my city no matter where I am, proudly telling people what you can experience in glorious New York. Being gutter while glamorous (it's own Yin-Yang) and always embracing, it forgives you then yells "hey go check this out!" right after. I've seen furiously violent fights erupt at 8AM while going to school and some of the deepest music conversations as the sun comes up, it never gives up, eats itself and is whole again in the morning.

I've met folks that I never thought I'd be chillin' with both normal and famous, met some that I wish I never did but whatever haha. From last row seats in a concert then backstage in a boat talking shit with the musicians, how could I not see the awesome scope of the music scene in New York? The music, oh the music... you can be in Brazil then hop into an explosion of Bhangra and dance in Cuba within a few blocks. No words can describe what a night of music can bring but you can expect the best and worst time of your damn life. The Worse? Yes because life isn't perfect and that's why it's great. It's something special and for those that can't appreciate, I feel sorry for you and wake up!

Why am I writing this? No real reason really... it just popped into my head and I didn't push it away.

Anyways, I love New York.