18th Oct 2003
Wake Up To Jazz
Afro Blue. John Coltrane. Live At Birdland. Not enough sleep but rarin’ to go today. An art day.
Jazz, audible caffeine. Real Jazz. Not “Smooth Jazz” muzak humming in the background, masquerading as targeted demographic background filler. Irish guys on scaffolding outside, fixing bricks and mortar so that this place in Queens doesn’t leak when Winter Comes. Lots of banter. Lots of “for fucks sake!”. Pretty entertaining. Feel like I’m in Ireland at 8 in the mornin’. Saxophone, Piano, and endless Troweling noises.
My boots are in Eddie’s Shoe Repair, Grand fucking Central Station. Mingling with the well-heeled and bargain-soled alike. They’re eyeing some pretty calfskin boots from the UWS, hoping to nuzzle up and swap stories on fave sidewalks and paths. Gotta get there today before they cause an uproar.
Off to the New York Film Festival in a bit to see “The Barbarian Invasions” (NY Times review).
Then, a PhotoFlashMob! Just can’t say more at this time. I’ll be there though, with clean flashcard and hopefully clean CCD.
Then I’m off to see a fraction of The Met.
Ok, I’m awake now, strains of Coltrane’s take of My Favorite Things. Time for Mocha and the #7 Train. Pack the gear, tote the drink, swipe the card through the gate, hang on, snap away! Gonna be a fun one.
[update: and aside from one hiccup, it was! PhotoFlashMob was to have been on the steps of The Met, but only 3 people showed up out of 20 RSVPs. The organizer is going to try another soon]
