I miss sitting on a stoop doing absolutely nothing for several hours with a few friends.
If you don't know, every street light pole in New York City used to have a regular electric socket in the base panel. If you popped the panel off you could plug in your music.
In the 1970s, we wheeled our Lp albums down Carl Schurz Park in a permanently borrowed Daitch Shopwell shopping cart, and lugged along a full stereo system to the park for the King Biscuit Flour Hour on Sunday nights. If we liked the artist we listened to the concert on the radio and delayed playing our own tunes. I remember a Band concert in 1976 we listened straight through.
Our act eventually got shot down by an angry Gracie Terrace mob. Our music bounced off their tall stone buildings. Their sheer walls were great for acoustics. Kicked out of Carl Schurz, we moved the party to John Jay Park where we were surrounded by less affluent neighbors.
Summer’s end put a dent in our stoop sitting, but that doesn’t mean we can’t tell a few stoop stories till it warms again.
Admission: $ 7 including one free drink, a good deal and you'll leave with a smile.
Hope to see you there! be well, Tommy