Playing the Riot Box by James Carraghan

The beat of the heart my love / Is stronger than the charts my love / Your water sign just lit my fire. –“No Matter What Sign You Are,” Diana Ross and the Supremes. There’s a lot of Motown sound coming out of a hole-in-the-wall bar on Christopher Street. That sound, that space, that park, changes with almost every year. The street changes so that elements of its past are forgotten; others are compartmentalized. The voices coming through the speakers are mostly smooth and harmonize with each other. The feeling is sentimental, in an uplifting way—exactly the sort of thing … Continue reading Playing the Riot Box by James Carraghan