A clip from the show I saw last weekend.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
I was happy to run across a band playing a few blocks away at a great little place called The Zipper Factory. Hailing from Brooklyn since apparently 2001 or more.
It seemed fitting to go today according to the reviews:
"She sings like an Angel and plays lap steel guitar like the Devil."- Village Voice
"The Last Town Chorus’ aching lap-steel sound moves men to tears"- Chicago TribuneIndeed stellar performance of banter and covers including but not limited to Dyan, Bowie and wrapping things up with 'Love Bites' by you know who.
I am happy to stumble upon great gems again. It has been to long. After conversation of yesteryear with Mario of Kulture Shock at the Jim 'The Soundguys' unofficial closing party at Solo about how it's time to move on, The Last Town Chorus could have not come sooner.
I pay for my coffee and think about the possibility of the manuscripts, several of which I have order after devouring all published works of Jack and think to myself ‘ At least I can see come personal effects, I mean, it s a library, of course it has manuscripts’.
I am stunned. I look around to see no one looking at me. Tears begin to well. I think to myself ‘I feel alive…I haven’t felt alive in so long…’ . The words he wrote by his hands so long ago that touch me in my readings of it what seemed to be just as long….
When you ask me how I am, I will say ‘I am alive’. This does not mean what it has once meant to mean of ‘I am not dead’.
(Apologies for no edits…..this was written in one single sitting with no revisions)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Of course I saw Anthony Bourdain on the corner of 43 and 8th this morning on the way to work. I was hoping I would run into him and offer to buy him a drink but come on....not at 9am on a Tuesday. He might have been up for a hair of the dog but way to early for me.
.....pretty sure I will run into him again.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Spring cleaning is over and I am back. Checked in last night and settled myself in to my home for now. It will be tough to leave. High-rise overlooking Times Square a safe several blocks away. It’s far enough to see the lights on the corner but not keep me awake. Hit the least crowded pub to grab a bite and watch NY beat Green Bay. I had left Seattle a Packer fan and quickly got swept in and by the 2nd quarter became a Giant supporter.
Woke up with an excitement I have not felt in a while. Up 2 hours early to make coffee and watch the morning new. Saw the sun rising above the Empire State Building out my window with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. Up and out the door dressed for the cold and began walking the north and east zigzag across city streets in the flow of the crosswalk signs guiding me in rhythm to the city. The city walks me past Birdland, an inspiration of my fascination of New York since my first read and desire to be Kerouac watching Charlie Parker ‘Blow man, blow!’. With the music player set to random shuffle the city turns me around the corner and provides the quintessential shot of Times Square. Jeff Buckley’s ‘Dream Brother’ builds to a crescendo. This is that picture in my mind, the one from the movie Vanilla Skies. The one that antagonist is running down an empty New York. The explanation of the collective conscious we are all tied to.
The city moves me to 5th as the song changes to a melodic xylophone chiming of The Shin’s ‘Red Rabbit’, an animal that has been inspirational as of late. I am surprise to note it’s the year of the Rat, not Rabbit. Another crescendo hits as I see my new office building and that overwhelming feeling of excitement and amazement that has driven my life thus far hits me…. It’s my new life in which my old life had been driving me to and I feel a sense of peace.
Good on you, New York, you wicked wonderful temptress. Keep your stories rolling as you show me those moments only a mind’s eye can capture as the shutter of a camera would only blink the tail end a that fleeting inspiration. Keep me inspired. Keep me guessing. Keep me here until you want me to leave. Just make it a good one.