Sometimes in New York, you have days when you have no plans till 6 p.m., then walk down the street and watch the Rolling Stones perform a free, outdoor show. Tuesday was one of those days.

Thanks to my buddy BassAleMan, I got word that the Stones were a few blocks away from my apartment at Lincoln Center to announce their new tour and to put on a mini-concert. Seemed like a pretty cool way to spend a bit of a sunny afternoon.

With a crowd of about 2,000 in attendance, I didn't get too close to the stage, but I have some nice photos of the surroundings.

The glorified press event began with the Stones' 963,294th performance of Start Me Up, which they have to just loooove playing at 1 p.m. in front of a ton of people who weren't even born when they were relevant rock rebels. I can't say I didn't laugh.

Next was a new song, Oh No, Not You Again, which, to be clear, they sang to the crowd, not the other way around.

The music portion of the event ended with Brown Sugar, an ode to former pro wrestler Sweet Brown Sugar, who was later better known as Koko B. Ware. (Remember that Frankie trading card I own? Is that shit funny or what? On the back it reads, "Frankie and Koko are great friends." I don't think I could ever read that and not crack up.)

Finally, the 60-something "rockers" fielded questions from the press, but not before I split for a chcken quesadilla at Harry's Burrito, because if there's anything more boring than a press conference, it's ... well, nothing is more boring than a press conference.

Rolling Stone posted its recap of the event, including dates for the tour that will kick off August 21 at some rat-infested baseball park in Boston.

Ticket prices will start at around $100 as concert promoters continue to basically beg me to steal music.

Other New York Links:

• RealHoboken.com — As much as it kills me to include anything Hoboken-related in a New York update, I have to throw some support to this newly launched site that will feature original columns and will soon be syndicating some stuff I publish here. Good luck to Joe Concha and Co.

• How to Live Large in Small Apartments — This Post feature has some tips for surviving in the shoebox. (The Post now requires free registration, BTW.)

• Who Needs Giacomo? Bet on the Fortune Cookie — An investigation as to how 110 Powerball participants got 5 of 6 numbers correct leads to a fortune-cookie factory in Long Island, Queens. This is why I think it's best to play numbers you know no one else is gonna pick, like 41-42-43-44-45-46. The odds are the same as any other combo. So why pick birthdays (31 or less) or jersey numbers of the local college team's starting lineup? There's a good chance gonna have to share, and if there's one thing I hate sharing, it's $100 million.