Archie Kobain

The hardest years, the darkest years,
the roarin’ years, the fallen years
These should not be forgotten years…

You know, I took a lot of pictures that day that I spent down on Wall Street.
I think I should show them to you.

There were businessmen, there were hippies, there were old ladies, there were hot chicks, there were beautiful people, there were scary people… 

There were brothers and sisters…

There were people who were pissed…

There were famous people…

There were semi-famous people…
(James de La Vega)

There were Observers…

It’s at times like these the great heaven knows,
That we wish we had not so many clothes.

There was artistic nudity…

Note: I “interviewed” Purple Girl about the significance of this. She said that she wanted to support “the cause” but all she had to give was her nakedness.

There were lots of cameras rolling…

Could it be that the smog’s playing tricks on my eyes,
or is it a rollerskater in some kind of headphone disguise?

 

Did I mention scary people?

There was funny stuff…

And there was a lot to read…

There were people making food (for the Occupiers)…

There were…

Sorry.  I got distracted by the Irish Redhead.

Uh…  There were Musicians…

And this is probably a good time to introduce this week’s musical guest.
I like to call them, The Wall Street Non-Marching Band.  Enjoy…

There were people printing “Occupy Wall Street” for free on any T-shirt.

If you didn’t have a T-shirt, you could buy a plain white T-shirt for $5.
I absolutely had to have one…

Being there was a little like Bonnaroo. You could feel a similar love in the air.

Captain America’s been torn apart
Now he’s a court jester with a broken heart
He said – Turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind – “Are you blind?”
I’ve seen it all a million times…

But here’s why I suck…
Even thought I was down there for like 6 hours, talking to all of you, taking pictures, breathing it in, agreeing with some of you and arguing politics with others, at the end of the day, I went home to my Midtown condo overlooking the Hudson, after catching a quick meal at Pio Pio.

You guys, on the other hand, stayed behind.  Some of you are still there.
If I could have stayed, I would have.  Wish I was there now.
I love you guys…  Keep up the fight.

– Arch