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birds flying high.. sun in the sky, oh and some Damien Mitchell

Ok, first thing, before we go any farther this posting comes with a soundtrack… so if you want the complete experience:

Ahhh, thats better… And now we can proceed in the right mood.  

Another great aspect of Street Art is how it can and does bring the world together.  Artists from all over the world came to paint on Sunday, including Damien Mitchell, now a Brooklynite but originally an Aussie.  His contribution to the Collective is brought to you below in a series showing the progress and eventual completion of his tribute to Nina Simone.

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And the other wonderful thing, the artists didn’t just paint on Sunday.  Over the last few weeks they have left their mark in many other places.  So as a treat I leave you with another work by Damien Mitchell.

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For more on Damien Mitchell and his amazing work:

So,  next time then…

the way back…

I had read that they would be running a special nostalgia “train of many colors” out to the 50th World’s Fair Celebration on Sunday. So we set off determined to find the train.  I love when the universe is in on the plan, because we had no more than stepped off of the N at Queensboro Plaza when it pulled in.  Reactions were mixed.  I was like a kid in a candy store because I didn’t grow up in NYC.  I don’t remember cars with handles instead of bars. My husband has been riding the subway way too long so the shine is off the apple for him, he wasn’t nearly as thrilled.  

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Some of the funnier moments:  The man who complained to the Conductor about having to ride an old car. The Conductor told him a newer one would be along next if he wanted to step off and wait.  The British couple who went on and on about how London was so progressive and NYC was backward and these subway cars were proof.  The train geek who chewed the ear off of the Conductor for stop after stop in a voice that could fill Shea Stadium… who then complained about the annoying kids asking the Conductor questions.

And to the people who got on and off as part of their every day existence who didn’t even lift their heads from their phones to notice they had taken a step back in time,  I hope you take the time to savor the small moments some day.  They are what make life worth living, they fill in the picture with all the colors, sounds, smells and sparks that make it complete.

 

a trip down the lane … just to the left of center

Another in the trip down the lane series.  This edition is dedicated to those who march to their own beat, whether it be for a job or just personal style.  And of course,  here we go with the “you never know what you are going to see in nyc” mantra once again.. I did warn you about that one though.

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Style is very subjective.  It can be about function or in other cases about living in a world closer to the innocence of childhood.

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And then there are those times when you really don’t want to know the answer to why because it might spoil the stories you create in your own imagination.  I had so many stories running through my mind about why anyone would find themselves in the middle of Union Square in a cow costume.  The reality was much more mundane than all the adventures of Super Cow the Avenger I had begun to piece together.  He is hoping his company CaterCow takes off and is willing to do about anything to get people’s attention. Union Square, the perfect place to suit up and moo!

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Naked Cowboy you say?  Lately Times Square is over run with costume characters and others begging for money and their micro second of fame.  Although when you think about it,  Mr. Indian Chief here is probably in a whole lot of phones and family albums all over the world.

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Today I leave you with the Jester.  Riding to parts unknown on the 6 train.  I think I will stick with my own stories on this one,  I don’t want to know the actuality.  

too many zooz

New York isn’t just about colors and light,  it is also about sounds.  Sometimes those sounds start deep below the ground and you just know they won’t be down there for long because they are meant to soar.

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Today was a big day for this trio of guys.  For a while today this group,  Too Many Zooz, made it to the front page of reddit.  That is big stuff,  but for these guys it is only the beginning.

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Heard them a few months ago down in Union Square and knew they were special.  Like so many other buskers the drumbeat catches you first.  It grabs you.  It grabs you and makes you pause just long enough. Just long enough soon turns into as much time as possible when you are hit with the rhythm and the sheer virtuosity of the baritone sax.  I am not sure the instrument has ever been played as well before.   That is not meant to trivialize the trumpet. That boy is good, like dazed and giddy good.  What happens when you put three musicians at the top of their game together,  TOO MANY ZOOZ.

As much as I want to share them with the world it has been kind of nice thinking of them as a secret treasure.   But those days are fast coming to an end as well they should.  Talent like this doesn’t come along very often.

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So if you are around Union Square take the time to do down.. down below and see if Too Many Zooz is around.  If you can’t make it to NY… check them out here you won’t be sorry

https://www.facebook.com/toomanyzooz

bushwick bound

Welcome to a world of adventure brought to you by the MTA.  Every NYer will tell you there are those certain weekends throughout the year that take on a whole new meaning.  Getting from point A to point B becomes an exercise in patience and futility.  And when you finally reach your intended destination you feel like someone should hand you a metal, a warming blanket and a nice hot shower with lysol.  

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So of course, yesterday I had to go to Bushwick, it would be an adventure, we will learn how to outwit the MTA …yeah I had all those thoughts.  You can stop laughing now.

We started with a walk to Queens Plaza, several subway stations later and with the kindness of a booth worker we made it to Bushwick.

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Knickerbocker Avenue was bustling and full of wonderful smells, colors and sounds. A Saturday afternoon with a break in the horrible weather brings the crowds.  We live in small spaces in NYC. The need to expand the area around us gets increasingly urgent as the winter drones on, especially this winter.  The street was humming and Knickerbocker definitely has its own rhythm. 

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 My mission was to walk north, far enough to hit the industrial area where the Bushwick Collective reigns.

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I have a feeling we are coming closer…

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yes definitely almost there

to be continued….

winter is an extreme sport…

 

 

In the beginning we were full of optimism.  The first snows were enchanting,  they seemed almost festive.  We were hopeful warriors intent on winning the game.

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But then… it started to pile up.   And pile up and pile up some more.  and it kept snowing. At this point even the halftime speeches were wearing thin…. and it kept snowing.

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So now we are in the last quarter of the game,  outscored,  out played.  Defense is shot and there never really was an offense.

So I leave you with,  “stay warm nyc”.  

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Putting out fires

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These days it seems like all I am doing is putting out small fires.  Extended stay in NYC, missing Santa Fe but still a few fires that need putting out.  As nice as it is to be out among the people,  I miss the quiet of the mountains.  

Taken on Thursday in the Times Square subway station.  Never saw a fire but they were definitely prepared.