Finally, the phrase ‘the party’ can be used to describe more than just a bizarre Peter Sellers movie from the 1960′s (from whence the band Birdie Num Num got their name), in which he plays a man of South Asian descent who wanders into a party and, completely befuddled, makes comments about everything he sees there. Now—yes, NOW—it’s also the name of a stellar entry here on this very blog. I know; it’s an impressive title.
After a week of starting a new job and re-mixing GhostBand’s CD (more about that at some point; it’s a very interesting story), I somehow manage to have a free afternoon, so I’m taking the opportunity to do what I promised the other day, and beginning the laborious process of posting pictures from the New England trip and sharing some of the stories behind them, rather than creating one super-extendo, fifty-thousand-word behemoth of an entry.
Might as well start from the first night (although I think the whole chronological ‘thing’ is unnecessary and even somewhat boring) since this was my first time in New York, and this beautiful night seemed to set the tone for the rest of the trip.
This picture was taken at the home of our hosts, M and A, in Brooklyn. Their home is a lovely, sparse, tasteful two-story apartment near the Green-Wood Cemetery. They treated us like family in a million different ways, not least of which because A happens to be PolishCellist’s younger sister. They didn’t know me from Adam before I showed up in their car and on their doorstep, but they welcomed me with open arms and instantly included me in the fold. Both of them are engaging creative types (he’s a long-time Blue Man, musician and recording engineer, and she’s a freelance sound engineer and visual artist), so we had plenty in common to talk about.
They made us an excellent dinner of Caprese salad, grilled sausages, hot dogs, and bread. We ate on their patio until the rest of the guests began to arrive in the early evening, when the wine flowed, a fire flickered, and PolishCellist and I played an informal cello and accordion concert or the small but substantial group.
Here’s a shot of us playing, taken by PolishCellist’s youngest sister E, who lives in Brooklyn as well.
Around ten o’clock, we decided to give the neighbors a break (although I suspect they rather enjoyed the concert) and set about roasting marshmallows for s’mores (as well as drinking more wine) and continuing the conversations.
Eventually the party moved inside and out came the cameras, because the three sisters aren’t in the same place at the same time nearly as often as they’d like to be, so when they are it’s a pretty special occasion.
From left to right are A, PolishCellist, and E. Good genes certainly do run in their family, no?
Around two-thirty in the morning, we all went to bed. PolishCellist and I were awake a bit later than M and A were, since we’re both night owls and our body clocks were still on Pacific Time. She stayed upstairs and did some computer work, and I went downstairs and attempted unsuccessfully to sleep, while mentally going over all the places I wanted to see in the days to follow. I decided to explore as many various parts of town as possible—downtown Brooklyn, the Bridge, lower Manhattan, and Central Park (including Strawberry Fields and John Lennon’s home at the Dakota) were on my agenda for the first day—but I also decided to ‘randomize’ and play things by ear, and to remain open to possibilities and suggestions from my new friends.
To be continued. . .