Living with Legends

It's been a whole year since Adam Rushfield lost his battle to stay at the Chelsea.  He recently wrote to let us know that the Chelsea is still in his heart and in his music.  Late last week, Jaz attended the Miami opening of "Chelsea Hotel on the Rocks," where he got to hang out with Stanley Bard, who was also on hand to enjoy the screening.  Earlier in the day, Stanley Bard could be found hob nobbing with the stars at a press conference, where we heard he had a chance to talk about his side of the Chelsea Hotel management crisis.  (The lyrics to Jaz's song "Stanley was the Patron Saint" are after the jump.)
  

 
Ken Kelsch, Willem Dafoe, Shanyn, Stanley Bard and Abel Ferrera

Hey guys,
 
Today is a special and sad day for me. Exactly 1 year ago I had a concert in my quaint studio (room 320) for some bohemian friends and spent my last few hours as a Chelsea resident. This past year has been great, but I do miss my Chelsea girl.
 
If you remember, I was working on an album about the Hotel, and I have one of the tracks for you. I played an early, unfinished version of it that night. In my humble opinion it really puts together everything that's been going on since I left. I'd really appreciate if you would share it with your readers.
 
I know you've gotten alot of flack for the blog lately, but I want you to know that I, along with many others, would be in the dark about matters if it weren't for the both of you. Thanks.
 
I'll include the lyrics if you'd like to post them as well. Let me know what you think.
 
Yours Truly,
jAz jERicho

"Stanley Was The Patron Saint"

See Storme was closer to the harp than the guitar

But man did she play that thing well

She mostly had a smile, real cute and juvenile

But man would she give you the boot

 

But times and places and people they change

And who's really telling the truth

What's an aged caged bird to do

It's out with all of the old and in with the new

Oh you

 

See Shark was this Hawk but he really couldn't fly

Although with that mind I bet he could

His wife was this sprite, she just beamed with inner light

They lived like two ghosts in the bush

 

But times and places and people they change

And who's got the burden of proof

What's a depressed surrealist to do

It's out with all of the bold and in with the shrewd

Oh you

 

See Stanley was the patron saint

To all the mental patients

He was an honest man's charlatan

He'd rob you with his helping hand

But with every ounce of fault in him

He was appointed the exalted King

But it seems, yes I fear his reign is done

Oh my

 

But times and places and people they change

And they'll do it rather uncouth

It's out with all of the old and in with the new

It's out with all of the bold and in with the shrewd

Out in the cold, I know it's not the truth

Oh you