the neon does not give me the blues
I swear the each time I come to New York City, even though they're usually not even a year apart, I see things that I just plain don't recognize.
For example, you'd think with the amount of times that I'd been down 42nd Street, that I would have noticed a giant blues club owned by B.B. King (or at least one he signed his name to.
But apparently it just blended in with the surroundings. But it's not like the neon really sets it apart or anything.