Showing posts with label Dire Straits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dire Straits. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

There Should Be Sunshine After Rain

"There should be sunshine after rain," Mark Knopfler sings on "Why Worry."
Last night, at the “City Stories: Stoops to Nuts” storytelling show at Cornelia Street CafĂ©,  rollercoaster feelings rushed through me. I invite great tellers and songsmiths to come perform.  Artists, I admire for their talent and the power to engage me totally in their work. With the audience, I get to sit, listen, enjoy and participate in the show. I thoroughly enjoy curating this event.
Thank you, Cris Beam, Michele Carlo, Crystal Durant, Taffy Jaffe, Lianne Smith & David Terhune for a great show, I deeply admire your talent and hope you came back next year.  Lianne & David, I love your guitar work.
As always, thank you, Steve and Tiffany for making us welcome and keeping the customer satisfied. 
The West Village after dark is a dreamland. Here are photos from last night's show and my early arrival walking Carmine, Leroy & Bleecker Streets.
Next City Stories: Stoops to Nuts show is Tues, December 13th @ 6pm.

The artists:  Barbara Aliprantis, Kelly Wallace Barnhill, Carl Kissin, Mary Lee Kortes, Elizabeth Rowe & Amanda Thorpe. 

It will be a doozy!















Friday, February 25, 2011

Skateaway, That's All

Wednesday, I bundled up and biked through Central Park. Afterwards, I found a few pictures/prints that were in my memory of ice skaters from the 1800s' on the frozen Central Park Lake.

The four photo/print/paintings below, that are not my photos, are in order: skaters in front of the Dakota, which you can purchase from The New York Times Store, a small group in front of the Dakota with a guy in a bowler smoking on the right (no attribution), a Currier and Ives print from the 1860s, and last, Moonlight Skating, an 1878 painting by John O"Brian Inman with Bethesda Fountain in the background.

Every time, I go through the park old scenes pop up, then I see the same place now, and it's equally pretty and I see something new I missed before. The park still shines 150 years later.

Listened to Skateaway while I rode. Making Movies, Dire Straits, a perfect album.