Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
But they are not all good.
Example one: There are two musicians who appear to alternate shifts in one of the tunnels under canal street where we cross to get the uptown trains. One of them is "David's magic percussion hands" (that's what it says on the sign.) I give him a bit of slack because I think that he's developmentally disabled, and good for him for expressing himself. Basically he has a number of things taped to himself which he smacks. I guess if you were to stay long enough you might be able to discern some kind of rhythm or at least a repeating pattern, but it's a short tunnel.
He alternates with Example 2: Bad cellist. Really bad cellist. Cello is one of the most elegant instruments to hear, and those that play them are pretty much rock stars in the world of classical music (the mellow kind of rock star, who is unassuming.) This guy. There is no way to describe it except perhaps that it is the sound that would result from sinewy entrails being dragged through a brillo pad. Can you hear that sound? It's the kind of sound you can feel. Thank God that it's a short tunnel.
Example 3: Pan-flute-driven-questing-music. This is a new one on our Lorimer street stop on the L. It broke my heart when I saw the (wonderful!) spanish guitar player on Monday, and then heard the quiet crescendo of the pan flute as I advanced down the platform. Drake and I share a disdain for pan flute, so we looked at each other in despair. The train wouldn't arrive for 6 minutes-- Then we noticed the supporting track that the pan flutist was using. It was similar to what you hear in Celine Dion's hit "My heart will go on." It was similar to what I remember hearing at a praise music concert I attended in my youth. It was questing music.
Example 4: The arrhythmic folk hero accordian player. He started with "Amazing Grace." A classic, to be sure, but it took a little while for us to positively identify it as such, so disjunct was the rhythm. We looked at each other wide-eyed.... Drake compared him to Ives "only less organized" which is hilarious. So we briefly entertained the possibility that he might be a genius. But in the end, I think he was just drunk.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I cannot be blamed for this, since the subway was so crowded that I actually considered resting my head on a stranger's shoulder this morning. I also realized why the part of the platform where we wait for the N/R probably smells like pee every morning-- because PEOPLE ACTUALLY PEE THERE.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Schietsport, vrouwen met pistool / Sports, shooting. Women with pistols, originally uploaded by Nationaal Archief.
Besides being a great resource that connects you with the work of TONS of great amateur and pro photographers, it also houses many many photo archives. This is from the National photo archive of the Netherlands. I also follow the George Eastman House and the Library of Congress for some great vintage pics.
A basic Flickr account is free and a great way to back up your pics! go check it out, and add me as a contact, "altamarie"
Schietsport, vrouwen met pistool / Sports, shooting. Women with pistols
Originally uploaded by Nationaal Archief
This is from the National Photo Archive of The Netherlands. Click the link to check it out.
1. See Angela Lansbury in Blithe Spirit.
2. Go to The Cloisters.
3. See as many operas as possible.
4. Eat at delicious restaurants (suggestions?)
5. Take a spinning class
6. Host a few guests for knitting weekends in the city! (Kate and Maureen, I mean you too, but you have no blog to link to... :)
7. Make something of my back porch. Who gets a back porch in NYC? and further, who has one and doesn't use it?? (shame)
8. Run in Central Park often (check
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I bought peeps, but it rained on Friday and Saturday, and I was too busy singing for the Clinton family to get my photo in on Easter Sunday. It's true!
Between Good Friday and Easter Drake and I sang 6 church services. A very busy weekend indeed. The children's choir was particularly rowdy at the 11:00 service and when I turned around to fuss at them for talking and not singing, they pointed straight ahead of me and said, "but LOOK!! There's the Clinton family!" True enough, there were Bill, Hillary, Chelsea and her boyfriend. It was pretty fun to see them. Bill's hair is very white! I mean **very** white! Once we knew where he was it was like a honing signal-- you could very quickly locate them in the congregation.
So no peeps photo-shoot, and for that I apologize. And I blame the Clinton administration.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
NBC 10 - PHILADELPHIA
Published: April 6, 2009
On Saturday, World Pillow Fight Day, organized, peaceful pillow fights took place in nearly 100 cities all over the world: in Houston and Hamburg, in Stockholm and Seattle, in Paris, Perth, Philadephia and Padova. And by all accounts, a grand, feathery time was had by all.
Except in Detroit.
In Detroit, when participants showed up at Campus Martius Park at 4PM, toting pillows and ready to rumble, local police intervened and “disarmed” the crowd. According to AP, the cops “confiscated [his] pillows but returned their cases. He says he was told that he needed a permit.“ A permit for what, no-one is exactly sure—congregating in a public park? Premeditated fun? Owning a pillow?
Really Detroit? This is so sad to me. Disarming a pillow fight? I can't imagine how this all went down but it is severely depressing to imagine the police seriously breaking this up and following through to keep people from participating in World Pillow Fight Day. Not so sure if I can stand behind it. Well I can, I guess, as long as I don't have a pillow.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Time is flying by this year!
Here's one from my last trip home to see my youngest brother Greg (that's him) in the musical Anything Goes.
Such fun :) He's a snazzy dancer, that one! I hope that he takes some classes at UMass Amherst where he'll be enrolled as a freshman this fall.
Congrats, Greg :)
I'll be back with some of the latest headshots soon too, AND a big announcement!
Drake notices music everywhere too, but to him it is generally in the form of intervals. He'll notice that the alert for subway doors closing are a major third. The alert will sound, then he'll sing it back and say "Major third!" or he'll notice that when the train accelerates to leave the station the wheels will make a minor 7th and then he'll sing it back and say "Minor Seventh!" Sometimes we'll hear things and I'll just look at him, waiting for him to declare the interval that we just heard, and he won't say it for a while, but he always says it eventually. This morning after the subway doors closed he said
"it sounds like 'you-hoo!' 'subway doors closing! yoo-hoo!' can you imagine if it were a minor third and it was all 'uh-oh!'"
Communicating this to you, internet, makes me realize that this should be endearing, but I confess that I have little patience for it. In fact I get terribly agitated, to the point that whenever I hear an interval represented in everyday activity, I shoot Drake a look and point at him in warning. Which just means that he wins, because I hear it now too.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
[MCCALL'S MAGAZINE COVER, FAMILY ARRIVING IN KITCHEN FOR THE HOLIDAYS]
Originally uploaded by George Eastman House
"Women should study the art of cooking and should do cooking rather than any one thing that they are doing in any line whatsoever."
Pretty important stuff, you see...
They will be infinitely more elegant than my Chuck Taylor's for my AM commute to work.
A time and a place for everything...