Wrapping up the end of the beginning of my trip to New York.
I was amazed by the Ballet, how affordable last minute tickets ended up being, too. But the amount of physical control that goes into the tiniest of movements is so inspiring. Grace seeming to grow into glory, I can’t even imagine how much hard work accomplishes it.
Everywhere We Go was like Sufjan’s albums are to me: perfect. Exploring the relationship between ourselves and our shadow, the dancers moved in perfect, rapid fire synchronicity to begin. Traditional pairings of male and female were quickly retired in favor or a more group-as-individual expression. Love, as always, seems to win out in the end but, as always, with Sufjan, on a bittersweet note. The lighting suspended the themes into something almost cinematic. Exploring the ever changing, yet never lasting, of the human matrix, of longing, and happiness as a letting go.
The music itself had passages that seemed both vintage sufjan and, so seemingly paradoxically, incredibly vulnerable.
I wish I had a better vocabulary for the physics of the physical arts, but Hannah is promising to teach me something about dance and I’m excited to try.
Eating and drinking out in Brooklyn was both more expensive and better than I had imagined. Hard to regret the Eggplant sandwich I had at Heavy Woods, or my Autumn Sweater, the best cocktail I’ve ever had named after a Yo La Tengo song.
Almost all of the stand up I caught was just hilarious.
I met a bunch of really kind people in Bushwick. Bushwick felt familiar in a weird way, as if Water Street and downtown Eau Claire had been married and had many many avenues of children. Which doesn’t really do my experience there justice, it just felt familiar.
Went to a divey packer bar in the West Village for the Sunday game that differed just ever so slightly from the Joynt’s Packer atmosphere. Perfect game to just catch the end of, the Packer’s always climb themselves back out of the hole right on time.
Had some awesome Bánh mì and walked to the record store with Sam, Dorian, Michelle, and Colin. Found a copy of Girl with the Dragon Tattoo on the ground and decided to read it. Went to a nice record store, West Bend, which apparently has a Wisconsinite owner.
Went to the Trash Bar in Williamsburg, got trashy. There was an open bar for PBR and well drinks, for an hour. The bartender and I had a moment of discovery together; rail scotch and ginger ale is not half bad, and he continued to serve them to me rapidly.
Really enjoyed Williamsburgh Today, had incredible Crif Dogs and met some real dogs. Took a few trains to meet Spencer, who is letting me stay in a room with the most incredible view of Manhattan I’ve ever seen.