interior, gonzalez y gonzalez
625 broadway
625 broadway
clio and i met at grand central at 10, and took the 6 downtown. the place itself is a restaurant and bar, but they have live music starting at 11:30pm on saturdays.
salient feature: NO COVER. that's right, boys and girls, one of the salsa spots in new york city without entrance fee. the men were a little grabby (but i'm fresh, and don't have a crew), and i had to duck out at around 1 to get on the subway to get the last local train out of grand central.
cheers to david and the fearless john boland of the meeting point bookstore at tai sophia for keeping up with my musings! i miss you guys too, particularly the hip abstract art and fun philosopher finger puppets. i forgot to buy buddh-its before i left (they're probably all sold).
sooo o o o...more letter writing is in order, particularly since i think it makes me smarter. i don't know if that's actually possible, but i feel it.
my hands have been very stiff, and i'm not sure where the tension is coming from. maybe it's karmic. i'm working on boulez memoriale and the denisov, trying to play the quartertones correctly. singing along with a recording helps. sometimes also made-up fingerings for glissandi work better than fingering manuals. especially in the mid-low register. those are easier to fake, i think.
this week, doris is in california, and i can breathe. alice and i cooked tacos and fresh guacamole last night. i'm going to attempt ratatouille tonight. i'm getting nostalgic for france again. my hand hovered over a vat of nutella at the stop n' shop today. i decided that my baguette will have to be happy with raspberry jam and honey. damn, and honey from apiaries from the south of france...and amazing côte du rhône wine...
maybe i should just give it all up and be a writer. move to france, become a food critic. thoughts?
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