It's nice to sit here in the lobby of Chelsea Hotel and the snowstorm outside, people coming and going, talking like everybody know each other, old curious ladies that wants to know who I am (I definitely want to know who they are.) It might be Tim Burton sitting in the armchair over there, or only someone that looks exactly like him. The whole place is full of spanish clowns doing a photoshooting.
Great to see Paola again, really really great, and tonight I'll go back to Brooklyn. Long time no see...
It's not the best day of my life, I actually feel sick and still jetlagged but that song makes me think of some of the best.