On Thursday Mel and I are heading New York City for the first time ever for five days. To say we’re excited is something of an understatement. We’ve both discussed going there many times since the day we got together – and we’ll be celebrating 11 years since that fateful day while we’re there (yes I am bloody old)- so I’m hoping some of the romance from the above picture will rub off on us (after all I don’t need to be in Manhattan for the Woody-esque morbid neuroses and unintentional slapstick comedy to commence).
I also have a personal link to NYC as my grandparents on my Dad’s side emigrated there from Ireland many years ago, and went through the whole Ellis Island process when they arrived. My cousin Rory lives there now and I’m hoping we can hook up with him when we get there.
I guess the trip could be a let-down given the expectations built up over the years through the iconic imagery of countless classic films, and through reading about all the amazing musical history that’s taken place there, not least the emergence of Bob Dylan, one of my all-time heroes. Of course, things aren’t the same as they were in the 60’s but I’m guessing that there’s so much going on there I won’t have time to be disappointed.
I’ve also managed to get myself into another fine mess by declaring that I am going to take part in the notorious open mic night at the Sidewalk Cafe on Monday night, which the likes of Beck, Jeffrey Lewis, The Moldy Peaches and Regina Spektor have previously performed at. It could be a tough crowd, but I have one friend there, a man who calls himself Antifolk Chameleon (after the venue that Lach used before the Sidewalk) who has already offered me the loan of his guitar. And as he has been very supportive in the past of both my Tantrum Man and Swivel Chair musical projects, I can’t very well let the man down.
So please wish us luck, let me know if you’ve been and if so what you recommend doing. Oh, and send me good vibes on Monday night!