summer

Had a nice, lazy Memorial Day weekend. As much as I hate the winter in New York, there’s nothing quite like being here when it finally gets warm. Saturday we wandered around the city enjoying summer things like pigeons eating a dropped ice cream cone and people wearing ill-advised revealing outfits. One of my favorite things about summer is enjoying live music outdoors. This is seconded only by performing outdoors, but I’m on a self-imposed hiatus.

There was some surprisingly good street music going on around Union Square. First we saw a jazz trio (pictured above) and then a couple of guys playing congas. Hand drums are like a dog-whistle to my ears. Often this is not a good thing - on more than one occasion I’ve walked a block or crossed the street only to be subjected to the rhythmic equivalent of a piano played with fists. Fortunately on this occasion the drummers were good and played some nice rumba. I was inspired to go home and begin reorganizing my studio nook to allow for a practice space. Now that I’m done with school it’s time to start banging on things again. In between writing cover letters that no one will ever read, that is.