Got caught in the rain yesterday near Central Park's Naumberg Bandshell. My bike and I sought refuge there. First time ever. Hard to believe considering the number of times I've passed the spot as a kid, but I have no recollection of climbing up on it's stone stage to keep dry.My richest Bandshell memory: watching a Gary Puckett and the Union Gap concert in 1968. I followed older Yorkville kids to the event and I was thrilled to stand next to Pamela Hutter, an exceptionally pretty tomboy with a peek-a-boo haircut.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CVdhlR328sdhlR328s
There were about 30 people out of the rain under the cover of the shell. Two of them had drums and started playing. Then I was stuck with 20 people, 10 preferred the rain over the drums. I stayed with the drummers, they were doing a speeded up version of Peter Gabriel's Biko. The moment reminded me of the rain stopping dance during Santana's set at Woodstock. Life's good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JryQXilMj4&feature=PlayList&p=6843BCD38110CE7B&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=9
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