Thursday, May 15, 2008
As I was leaving work one night in December, I ran into Michael Stipe and Patti Smith on their way to an event happening in my building.
As if that wasn't cool or random enough, I now have a new musical sighting by the Saatchi building. Last Monday I stepped out to get some fruit around 3pm. Just as soon as I left the building heading down Hudson Street--there she was. Yoko Ono.
With her was a younger woman wearing a matching hat and a few other men who I assume were her bodyguards. Because there were so many others, I didn't think it appropriate to stop them all. I did, however, flash her a big smile which she returned to me.
I pretty much melted.
So I don't know who is putting these rock heroes in my path, but whoever you are, could you please send Wayne Coyne next? Thanks.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My dad sent me this lovely picture in an email the other day.
For the rest of you who are also disappointed that I chose to see a pop star over a pope, allow me to explain myself. Had I gone to see Pope Benedict, I would have been one of many thousands of New Yorkers packed into a stretch of only a few blocks hoping for a mere glimpse of the man as he rode by.
As for the Regina Spektor concert, I was one of only several hundreds of New Yorkers trying to pack into a tiny club. As it turned out, I didn't even make it inside to see her while she played. (But she sure sounded great from right outside the open door.) Lucky for me I was able to squeeze my way in after her performance to meet her, thus validating the choice I made to pass up the Papacy.
I think the patron saints will forgive me.