that I finally did get out last night--did not get home till around 10, which is quite an improvement from the two days before. Tonight, no choice, a ticket is waiting for me at the Bushwick Starr for the play there-afterwards, I will go across the street to the Starr Bar and donate my $10.00 to the fund for bail for Davonte Jones, the man still in jail after being beaten by the police. I feel pretty rested now, so I should be in good shape to experience the evening.
Last night---after a session, took the D west 4th then the F to Delancey. Thought it might be possible to see The Terror at Abrons Arts, but as I left the station, intense hunger set in, and since time was short, and the pizza alternative not inviting. I decided to watch Final Four basketball and have a meal at La Flaca. Good idea, had a nice BLT and salad, and bartender Samantha was very friendly. Always have a good time at La Flaca. Also had a chance to immerse myself in the Oregon-Michigan basketball game, two teams I had never seen play before. Lots of action, kind of sloppy play throughout the first half---the teams seemed evenly matched. Even if I did not know the idiosyncrisies of the individual players, plays were easy to follow. Still, I decided to leave, rather than watch the second half---too predictable, maybe. When I left, I was slightly tired, still it was too early to simply jump on the subway and return home. Time to walk. Followed Essex up to Houston, then right, passed Orchard where grotesque new housing is going up on the corner of Orchard and Houston. How much of it do we need? My destination was the Bean, my non-alcohol home away from home---I usually have a light sugar snack there with coffee, but stomach told me I could handle more, so I opted for a large Oreo cake---enormous amount of sugar; I rarely allow myself to handle that much. Sat and read the biography of Ryan Speedo Green, a black opera singer who had a troubled childhood. Really good biography---very focused and non-indulgent. Some good insights about the Met---still enjoying it and much to go. After leaving, I felt very full, but I walked from 2nd and 3rd street to 14th and second. Then took the cross town bus to seventh and the subway home. Hope that I did not overeat; I think everything will turn out all right.
Just read Brantley's review of The New Yorkers, the current musical revival at Encores. It sounds like a lot of fun---a part of me would love to check it out---explore the style, etc---my only chances would be Saturday night (might be too tired) or Sunday evening (want to spend it hanging out at South Fourth) Sunday afternoon is a possibility, but I have promised myself I would attend the anti gentrification forum in the Bronx. Interesting choice---a frivolous musical re statement, or dealing with a hear and now problem in the city, especially one that threatens minorities. Also, Encores could be replaced by the many interesting movies that are now in the city---that I hardly have time for.
Thought of a short play: a middle aged couple, Jewish, tell a friend how they had an extra ticket for The New Yorkers, and offered it to a friend named Bob, but to there somewhat frustration, he prefers to go to an anti-gentrification forum in the Bronx, "Who goes to the Bronx anymore? the gentleman says. Then they offer it to another friend who refuses to go because in times like this, "The New Yorkers" is too frivolous. "Too frivolous," the man says. "Life still goes on" says the woman. "We like musicals. So sue us!" End of play
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