
I forgot to tell you about New York. It was an 8am train ride from Baltimore to New York. Coffee and bagel, like, that's so American right? Running to the gallery to set up, hugging people. Running to the office, lunch with Koko.
We were sitting at this knock wood table painted nautical blue. There was a fake Keith Herring mural across the street. The water was room temperature without ice cubes, but I knew it was because that's more healthy. And the light was bouncing off the window pane, water glass, cement panel being lifted by crane, and Coco Rosie was playing softly in the background.
That really captured my imagination, that Coco Rosie warbling. It was so perfect, and I thought "I know this, I know exactly this and it all makes sense". Rude but posh waiter in contemporary American casual and this music and light. It was exactly where I needed to be. The sense of now-ness was thick and velvety.
Opening, lovely girls, then to some club I heard about from this guy on the subway who was from Montreal but grew up in Michigan. Birthday resolution to be more social is fulfilled. Nervously waiting in line, I see Yego in the VIP smoking area. He's so VIP. After 4 years of no contact it was just there again, instant camaraderie. We talked about Haiti and American health care while he cranked up the smoke machine to mask hitting a joint.
Exhausted, this was the third cab driver to scream at me today.
On the business express train back to charms-ville, I took sat next to a very tall business man my age. I read the 33 1/3 book about the Led Zeppelin "Zoso" album, he read about retirement plans and 401k something. We had noting in common, but actually quite a bit. I felt bad for him imagining his stock broker bank job not existing anymore. When I stood up for my stop he got my suitcase down for me, and it matched again all the people and situations feeling right. Velvet and silk, strong and soft.
The lovely feeling of an American life.