Now, I’m not from Queens, but this song takes me right back to the mid/late 90s Queensbridge or Ravenswood or something. This is one of those ghetto love stories. I remember watching this video on the The Box, channel 25 in Manhattan at midnight (they played all the uncensored videos). This is back when beepers ruled the world, bamboo earrings were fading away and bubble jackets just got there foot-hold in the hood.
The ghost of Joey Ramone spotted again on the Lower East Side- this time on Queens-bound F-train late one Friday night. He was visibly distraught, sobbing and muttering incoherently. It appears that he lost his famous sunglasses, Sharona left him for DJ AM and he still cant get over the fact that CBGB’s closed to open up a John Varvatos Showroom.