Dave is a greedy, unfriendly prick. Sure I’ve made fun of him on numerous occasions for having such a mundane monicker, but can you blame me? I mean — Dave? He’s gotten the booby prize almost every month at the Frankie’s Apartment Name Awards Ceremony, when we celebrate the best in baby names, product names, movie names, character names, and nicknames we might have overheard on the street.
Why celebrate every month? Me no know, but I can tell you this: it’s one helluva get-together. And by this I mean UNLIMITED cheese and crackers. We serve a bathtub of crackers. And we erect a wall of cheese. Someone OD’s every month. Literally — a medical heart-stopping overdose. We have an adrenaline shot on hand, like that one in Pulp Fiction. Usually it’s Mr. Parfenix, which is fun because we wait a little bit longer every month to give him the shot.
Singh, possibly the most stylish post office worker in all the six boroughs, says that he wouldn’t know what to do without his Beats By Dre headphones.
Singh wears a kurta in regulation post office blue and a two-tone turban wrap method that took him “years to perfect”.
Not everyone likes to use the USPS issued pocket protectors, but Singh says “it guarantees my kurta’s longevity.”
Singh is a happy man.
No-No Pipi OK.
For ALL your Accordion Needs.
Chinatown Arts and Performance Center.
To the left of the garage: Purple Licorice Vapors.
Hosiery, in the ideal sense, is VERY well represented by this storefront. Hosers everywhere! You have a clubhouse! There’s an international Hoser Conference held here every Thanksgiving Weekend. Mr. Parfenix gives his usual shish-kebab address and Sudsy deejays old anti-stress cassettes. Me and Rubbish sell fonuts (fake donuts) and foca-fola (thanks Sodastream!) at a table near the bathroom (actually, in the bathroom. This place is small!). Computer-Head sleeps on a folding chair and Bill the Snowman tries some of his comedy routine on the rest of the rodents that obviously frequent the nooks and crannies of this fine establishment.
Packed every morning.
Not packed every morning.
Park wherever you like!
Yin-Yang. Also Mr. Parfenix’s favorite fashion label.
But My Ears Hurts.
Every Friday, the Frankie’s Apartment gang celebrates at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central Station by eating lobster and sipping Negroni’s. That’s why we’re making a collab/split label deal with the local copy shop to get this t-shirt graphic done (on a sweatshirt) of the famous Oyster Bar lobster bib. I asked my waiter if that was OK and he said OK.
Lobster and melted butters.
Lemons to clean your hands when you’re done wearing it.
Hey look there’s Bill in the fridge with a plastic hot dog nose, no mouth and no pupils. Poor Snowman.
Bridge studies: looking for clues to the 6th Borough’s “Invisible Bridge”.
Folkways Records was committed to getting you those all important liner notes.