Oh, man, that last line was painful.

I experienced this - I moved into Williamsburg, Brooklyn around 1990. At the time, everyone thought I was crazy for living there, but I needed room for my band to practice, and there were all these great clubs, bars, and generally weird shit there, and wild parties in deserted warehouses on the waterfront.

The idea of having your band practice in your basement in Brooklyn seems impossible now, but we were paying $1500 for 3000 square feet amongst four people...

Everything changed dramatically over the next 25 years and almost everything I cared about left.

I came back to a street I'd walked down hundreds of times before, it had only been a few years since the last time, and now it was filled with twenty story buildings and I felt dizzy and disoriented.

Eventually I left.