Dec. 28 – DAY ONE IN NYC - I was all over The City today. Upper West Side. Soho. NYU area. And everywhere I went, I was serenaded and caressed by a torrent of impressions, thoughts and memories. They came so fast, it was like riffling through a deck of cards.
Youth is not all it’s cracked up to be. I was first here when I was 19 and I was so tense and hostile, the slightest misstep cramped up my muscles, giving me blinding headaches.
Flash forward to the present. I caught a wrong train tonight. Found myself on the east side subway instead of the west side. Rather than cussing the subway system for doing a crappy job of signage, I just said to myself, “Ah well, no prob. I’ll just catch the shuttle at Grand Central over to Times Square and pick up the west side train there.
And so I did.
Great time tonight at the Blue Man Group down on Astor Place. It was one of those historic theatres that had very steep stairs and only held about 250 people. Crowded entrance. Cold weather. I just let it be.
The Blue Man Group was two hours of fun and zaniness. But quite intense. First off, all three of them paint their entire heads and faces bright blue. (I don’t know why.) Intense drumming. Dribbling bright paint onto the drums, producing a colorful spray as they beat the drums.
Elements reminiscent of Ernie Kovaks’ “Song of the Nairobi Trio”.
Someone I know from Nashville, singer Annette Strean of “Venus Hum”, traveled with Blue Man Group for quite a while. I first saw them together on Leno about 7 years ago.
So what’s so special here in the Big Apple? Well, I know my way around. Not just geographically. But more importantly socially, personally. I know how to click with these folks. It’s nice being back in the saddle.
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