I’m missing New York this morning. Would love to roll out of bed, leave my apartment and sit in a coffee shop with my journal and a mug of joe. I know I’d see friends, maybe join a few to make music or write or paint or go for a walk in the park.
Television. Good for a New York mood and an (almost) full moon.
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Update: January 30, 2023
I originally wrote this post on March 11, 2012 – I was missing New York City very badly.
Now I am in New York City – and I have been doing those things I dreamed of – having coffee in a cafe (though now I prefer my own coffee, it’s painful to pay a lot of money for crappy coffee). I’m making music and art with friends. I’m sober. That’s how this happens.
Tom Verlaine, singer and guitar player passed away a few days ago. (January 28, 2023) The New York I knew feels alien. Maybe it’s not New York. Maybe it’s the stage of life, more and more of the people who made a difference through their art and music have been dying. My mom has been slowly leaving the world.
Today, was unusually warm for the end of January.
Grief feels like hitting a patch of ice, the world spinning slowly while the car and I remain completely still.
New York, New York
January 30, 2023
Image: The Guardian, Tom Verlaine, frontman of the pioneering 1970s punk-rock band Television, has died. CREDIT: GUS STEWART/REDFERNS