Esquire called Butch Walker‘s Ludlow Expectations a “love letter to New York” which I doubted at first -- a love letter? for the title and one line? -- but . . . having listened to it somewhat obsessively and also read about its creation, I get it now.
Walker wrote this song walking around the Lower East Side in the middle of the night. That is one New York.
Here is what this song is to me, which is my New York: coming up from the subway in Times Square after a heavy fall rain, giggling with someone I loved. It’s the burst of joyful adrenaline, of we made it! we made it! on the way to a late movie, the bright lights burning overhead in welcome and vindication. It’s diner food at 3 AM after a long night out. It’s the finest dance party in the city, which is held on the Coney Island boardwalk on New Years Day. It’s backflipping yourself into the slipstream and calling it as you come down, knowing the City will always take you back.
This is the lyric video, which contains an image of the Great Orange Noise, so you may want to open another tab while you listen to it. Be sure to turn it up.