In 1987, I was doing a planetarium internship in New York City and moonlighted as a bartender at The Ritz concert club. I had to wear business attire during the day, including panty hose I loathed, and would go back to the boarding house to change into my rock and roll alter-ego and head for the East Village at night.
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Sultans of Swing
No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn
Your hands are cold but your lips are warm
—Down To The Waterline, Dire Straits