Tuesday, October 03, 2006
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: EXTENDED TOUR IN NEW YORK I
These days in New York... They are slated as Exclusive Extended Tour Dates for the Iron Maiden Tour & Residency. This is a thinly veiled ruse (and no one is fooled) to have places to stay as I set up a life here. So I don't know if I should be continuing this blog to perpetuate the construct of the project, or if I should throw in the towel and give it a break.
I spend some time with my friend Jess, whom I've know since I was 15, and is an actress. I drive to her apartment in Prospect Heights, and she's prepared smoothies and a creative pasta salad picnic. She gives me Tylenol to help dissipate the headache I've had since entering the city. Under a tree in Prospect Park, we eat and talk about serious life matters, which is what one does with Jess. We find we have front row seats for a cross country meet as 60 high school boys huff by at various speeds, school colors emblazoned on their young chests. Back at her apartment, she shows me a recent audition tape she's created and we debate its intended audience.
Andrea and Jed and I get take-out and watch the film noir "Out of the Past" with Robert Mitchum and Kirk Douglas (so young!). I know these two from Providence where we all worked at a cafe & cinema, i.e. The Best Worst Job We Ever Had. They married two years ago and moved here about 6 months ago. Andrea is an artist and teaches at Pratt and works at the Natural History Museum, pinning bugs. Jed is an artist and musician and is learning to be a sound engineer. Their banter is infectious.
Later, I get a drink with Cameron, whom I know from my summer work in Maine. He lights a fire under my ass and the city is open.
These days in New York... They are slated as Exclusive Extended Tour Dates for the Iron Maiden Tour & Residency. This is a thinly veiled ruse (and no one is fooled) to have places to stay as I set up a life here. So I don't know if I should be continuing this blog to perpetuate the construct of the project, or if I should throw in the towel and give it a break.
I spend some time with my friend Jess, whom I've know since I was 15, and is an actress. I drive to her apartment in Prospect Heights, and she's prepared smoothies and a creative pasta salad picnic. She gives me Tylenol to help dissipate the headache I've had since entering the city. Under a tree in Prospect Park, we eat and talk about serious life matters, which is what one does with Jess. We find we have front row seats for a cross country meet as 60 high school boys huff by at various speeds, school colors emblazoned on their young chests. Back at her apartment, she shows me a recent audition tape she's created and we debate its intended audience.
Andrea and Jed and I get take-out and watch the film noir "Out of the Past" with Robert Mitchum and Kirk Douglas (so young!). I know these two from Providence where we all worked at a cafe & cinema, i.e. The Best Worst Job We Ever Had. They married two years ago and moved here about 6 months ago. Andrea is an artist and teaches at Pratt and works at the Natural History Museum, pinning bugs. Jed is an artist and musician and is learning to be a sound engineer. Their banter is infectious.
Later, I get a drink with Cameron, whom I know from my summer work in Maine. He lights a fire under my ass and the city is open.
