Thursday, February 13, 2014

Snowy Day - February Nor'easter NYC

It was too slushy to ride a citi bike to the office today. So I walked and took some photos.

 If someone wasn't calling me all the time to tell me to get home because of the snow, I might be able to edit a few more. Maybe later.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Steve Dalachinsky, Edith Lettner and Waren Smith @ The Cornelia St. Cafe Dialogues 2/14/2014

I think I always take too many pictures just to make sure I get the right ones. Sometimes I get too many that I like.

I went to hear my friend and collaborator Steve Dalachinsky performing his poetry with Edith Lettner on saxophones and Warren Smith on percussion at the Cornelius St. Cafe in NYC's Greenwich Village on 2/4/2014. It was part of their Dialogues series and it was seriously superb.

I have heard Steve read numerous times but never as part of a jazz ensemble. It was an experience I am glad I had because it was another side of Steve's genius. He has been described as a jazz poet, and as much as that could be a riff on his rhythms and wordplays, hearing him that night it was as an integral part of the music. It can only be described as beautiful and I spent far more time listening than photographing.

The only thing I couldn't figure out was who the heck Cornelia Street is and why did they name a street after him, and not call it Cornelia Street Street. 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Release party and Reading for Bonny Finberg's latest novel Kali's Dat at Unnameable Books 1/17/2014

Bonny Finberg exhibiting her nervousness before beginning
Bonny's great, what I heard read from the book, Kali's Day (Unbearable Books 2014) sounds terrific, and the reading was excellent - but it was somewhere in the heart of darkness - I mean Brooklyn, which as popular as it might be now for artists, writers, hipsters, Chasids, strivers, scenesters, and gentrifiers, is still almost as out of the way as the Congo river for someone living north of the city. Seriously, it took me forty minutes to get there from midtown Manhattan, and more than 2 hours to get home.

When I bitch about going to Brooklyn, that's all I mean. Otherwise it's nice, but don't ever tell me it's convenient for me.

Anyway, the readers were Diane Spodarek, who lived in New Zealand and possibly came all the way from there to read for Bonny, which makes my complaint about a long trip rather trite, but if she is already staying in Brooklyn, than not; Ron Kolm, Carl Watson and Bonny.

Unnameable Books is okay, but the basement was a rather dimly lit place for a reading and so I'm satisfied with how the photos turned out.


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