|Yo La Tengo at Maxwell's via NYCtaper|
It was by no means settled, but this was looking to be the year. The Year. This was the year I was going to pilgrimage to Hoboken for Yo La Tengo's annual run at Maxwell's. (The timing of Thanksgiving and a planned family vacation were complicating advance planning for this haj but at least a few days still looked a like a real possibility.)
So on Monday, when Maxwell’s co-owner and public face, Todd Abramson, announced that the club would close after 35 years, the grieving was accompanied by a general amazement that Maxwell’s had lasted this long — one of the last vestiges of the arty scene it fostered, the rest mostly pushed out of Hoboken by decades of breakneck development, Manhattanesque rents, an explosion of frattish bars and wave after wave of newcomers, few of them inclined to plunk down $8 to see a band called Prawn.
We shouldn't live with regret. Let this be a lesson to you, my young friends: don't wait until it's too late to check off those bucket list items. There's no guarantee you, or they, will be there to do them when it's convenient.