No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn
Jan. 19th, 2013 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mark_asphodelSo, we took a weekend trip to New York City.
It wasn't a spur of the moment thing by any means; we bought concert tickets to see John Cale play the Brooklyn Academy of Music a while back; he cancelled his last Detroit show about six years ago and hasn't really toured the States since. This particular show featured the entirety of his best and only flawless album, Paris 1919, so that was an easy sell. Fortunately we didn't have to cancel in spite of all the family issues of the past couple of months.
We're staying here. It's pretty nice and has a magnificent view of lower Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty. We wanted to see Ellis Island because Ukrainian Grandma came through there, but it's closed thanks to Hurricane Sandy. We spent the entire day tromping around Brooklyn on foot, from Prospect Park to halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge-- about eighteen miles of walking. I have blisters on the balls of my feet from it.
Also I think the infection in my right ear is coming back, damn it all.
But it was a lovely springlike day, and we saw and did lots of things, and we met up with friends for an early dinner at a ramen place and they took us on a walking tour that included the jaunt across the bridge. That was amazing-- I didn't realize you could just walk across it outside of world-shaking crises. Getting to touch the elaborate latticework of cables and the granite stones of the pier was pretty cool.
Oh yeah. The concert was pretty good too, even if I don't much like the new material he played in the second half of the set. But they did a brilliant version of "Endless Plain of Fortune," which made my night.
It wasn't a spur of the moment thing by any means; we bought concert tickets to see John Cale play the Brooklyn Academy of Music a while back; he cancelled his last Detroit show about six years ago and hasn't really toured the States since. This particular show featured the entirety of his best and only flawless album, Paris 1919, so that was an easy sell. Fortunately we didn't have to cancel in spite of all the family issues of the past couple of months.
We're staying here. It's pretty nice and has a magnificent view of lower Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty. We wanted to see Ellis Island because Ukrainian Grandma came through there, but it's closed thanks to Hurricane Sandy. We spent the entire day tromping around Brooklyn on foot, from Prospect Park to halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge-- about eighteen miles of walking. I have blisters on the balls of my feet from it.
Also I think the infection in my right ear is coming back, damn it all.
But it was a lovely springlike day, and we saw and did lots of things, and we met up with friends for an early dinner at a ramen place and they took us on a walking tour that included the jaunt across the bridge. That was amazing-- I didn't realize you could just walk across it outside of world-shaking crises. Getting to touch the elaborate latticework of cables and the granite stones of the pier was pretty cool.
Oh yeah. The concert was pretty good too, even if I don't much like the new material he played in the second half of the set. But they did a brilliant version of "Endless Plain of Fortune," which made my night.
