On a recent trip to New York City, I had the good fortune to stay at the legendary Chelsea Hotel. Slept three doors down from where Arthur C. Clarke wrote 2001 for Stanley. One floor up from where Bob Dylan wrote most of the songs from Blonde on Blonde. Two floors up from where Sid Vicious allegedly stabbed his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon. Kerouac wrote On the Road here. Burroughs did heroin here.
All in all, it was a memorable stay. The art on the walls was eccentric and intriguing. And once you’re a paying guest, the staff are pretty chill about you checking out the entire place.
Every artist, whether a fan of the Beats, Hippies, Punks or not, should stay here.