Yoko Ono plus Iggy Pop

So glad THEY were having a good time.

The D-Train covers one of the longest distances in the Manhattan subway system. It passes through three of the five boroughs.

In the Bronx, it doesn't quite get you to the "edge" of the borough, where Woodlawn Cemetery or the Bronx Zoo is, but it comes pretty close. You can get a bus from there, or just take the parallel IRT #4 train instead of the D. But, the D can get you to Yankee Stadium and it goes far up enough to dump you off at Edgar Allan Poe's Cottage at Fordham Road.

On the opposite extreme, there's Coney Island, in Brooklyn. So if you're some kind of very bizarre poor person who likes extremes, within an hour, you can go from your crappy Puerto Rican-filled Bronx neighborhood where Poe Cottage is surrounded to the beach. OR, fleeing the low-life crappy morons that make the beach miserable, you can hop on the D train and an hour later, find yourself in Poe's little home. And from there you can walk a few blocks and get some greasy cuchifritas and tacos...which Poe never heard of.

In the middle of the extremes is Manhattan. Mostly the D-Train takes you along the West Side...you can get off at Harlem (125th), or 59th Street (Columbus Circle, where Central Park starts) or 42nd (you'll be right near the New York Public Library and "Bryant Park" which is behind the library and where people sit and eat food and watch fashion shows during stupid "Fashion Week"). You can get off at 34th and there's Macy's.

Where Yoko and Iggy probably would be getting on, or getting off on each other, would be West 4th, which was once bohemian, and is now pretty much a shitty tourist trap of tattoo parlors, porn shops, chain drug stores, cheap shoe places, and overpriced restaurants. A few record stores survive, Washington Square Park is nearby, and you can walk from West 4th to even more BOHO areas a few blocks down. Bleeker Street, after all, is nearby, and all those cool places where Dylan hung out, and Yoko went to her artsy parties.

I guess the inspiration for this atrocious song is that assholes, high on meth or bad wine or both, might, indeed, be standing on the platform chanting WAITING FOR THE D-TRAIN, making demented whooping noises. The guy might take off his shirt and act like a fucking spastic. The chick might try and show off a bit of her boobies. And they might be joined by some inept bunch of noisemaking "musicians" pounding on drums or something.

I'm glad that Yoko isn't wearing dark sunglasses and brooding about fracking all the time, or having to talk about JOHN. But...JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ. This IS almost as hard to take as all the pride in being a fag hag and having those Top 10 "disco" singles

As for Iggy, he was a shit head 40 years ago. No surprise he's still a shit head.

Yeah man, WAITING FOR THE D-TRAIN...

To do what? You can't get to Bellevue Hospital on the D-Train. That would really be the place to go if you sing and howl and dance like this.

YOKO AND IGGY...pretentious, obnoxious, and SO delighted with themselves.