Microwaved egg and cheese. Fresh-brewed coffee. Salad.
The three S's (Shave, shower, and sh_ _)
More or less ready when Deb arises.
Rainy forecast, and cold. I didn't bring rain-resistant coat (figured I'd use sports jacket for warmth).
We ran for 11:20 Long Island RR. Really can be done in 3 minutes.
In Penn Station, shopped K-Mart for umbrella and jacket. Got the first. They had NONE of the other! Crazy. They carried tents! coolers! sleeping bags. No rain-breaker, nor ANY jackets.
We took the __ up to 86th street (and 7th), where the cross-town bus picked us up on a transfer to 5th Ave. We got out and walked 3 short blocks north to the Guggenheim.
They were featuring their OWN COLLECTION. The next day, front cover of the NY Times Art Section, they were featured as one of many museums that have rediscovered themselves, so to speak, because of the lack of $ to bring in other collections.
It was wonderful. The following (in blue font) was stolen from "ArtDaily.Org"
We both enjoyed it immensely. I was surprised to read of several of these artists who enlisted in and never survived through the war (WW I). They saw themselves as vital to human progress and often sought to incorporate music (esp. Kadinsky) and politics into their art, besides opening minds to see a different view of objects and the world.
Deb and I walked down 5th Avenue, along Central Park - which was pretty empty now because of the cold, drizzly weather. Deb gave me the man's jacket and hood that she was wearing, and she put on two scarves from her voluminous purse.
We were headed to 111 West 57th Street, where her friend from Hofstra college days, Roger, was watching a recording session. He (Roger) had been commissioned to write a Christmas song ("It's Always Christmas in New York") for the singer. The ground floor of the building was the Steinway Hall (109 W 57th). We signed in at the side-entrance lobby, and went to the 16th(?) floor and soon entered a serious professional studio. Lead and bass guitars and percussion accompanied the piano-playing singer,
He was on his 14th song for the session. We watched as they did a few takes and corrections.
We paid Roger for the two pairs of show ticket vouchers he got us through TDF (Theater Development Fund). They were only about $34 per ticket. Then the studio co-owner, John Post, non-chalantly offered Debbie a couch in a side room when one of us half kiddingly asked about a place to nap. There was also a big reclining chair for me. He lowered lights, shut the door, and we got about 40 minutes rest in mid-town Manhattan.
We ate at a diner around 52nd and 7th, then went on to the Cort Theater on 48th to see "Born Yesterday" with Jim Belushi, Robert Sean Leonard ("House") and unknown Nina Arianda. It also had Frank Wood from Law and Order and Criminal Intent. The show was in trial runs still and Deb and I agreed that Wood - who Deb loves - needs work. He wasn't feeling the part right - a brilliant ex-Attorney General now a jaded, alcoholic lobbyist for a crooked capitalist. I think he was afraid of being seen as just a stereotype drunk and he held back too much on that aspect - but the lines are those of a "drunk" and seem unnatural when not delivered that way.
The three S's (Shave, shower, and sh_ _)
More or less ready when Deb arises.
Rainy forecast, and cold. I didn't bring rain-resistant coat (figured I'd use sports jacket for warmth).
We ran for 11:20 Long Island RR. Really can be done in 3 minutes.
In Penn Station, shopped K-Mart for umbrella and jacket. Got the first. They had NONE of the other! Crazy. They carried tents! coolers! sleeping bags. No rain-breaker, nor ANY jackets.
We took the __ up to 86th street (and 7th), where the cross-town bus picked us up on a transfer to 5th Ave. We got out and walked 3 short blocks north to the Guggenheim.
They were featuring their OWN COLLECTION. The next day, front cover of the NY Times Art Section, they were featured as one of many museums that have rediscovered themselves, so to speak, because of the lack of $ to bring in other collections.
It was wonderful. The following (in blue font) was stolen from "ArtDaily.Org"
We both enjoyed it immensely. I was surprised to read of several of these artists who enlisted in and never survived through the war (WW I). They saw themselves as vital to human progress and often sought to incorporate music (esp. Kadinsky) and politics into their art, besides opening minds to see a different view of objects and the world.
Deb and I walked down 5th Avenue, along Central Park - which was pretty empty now because of the cold, drizzly weather. Deb gave me the man's jacket and hood that she was wearing, and she put on two scarves from her voluminous purse.
We were headed to 111 West 57th Street, where her friend from Hofstra college days, Roger, was watching a recording session. He (Roger) had been commissioned to write a Christmas song ("It's Always Christmas in New York") for the singer. The ground floor of the building was the Steinway Hall (109 W 57th). We signed in at the side-entrance lobby, and went to the 16th(?) floor and soon entered a serious professional studio. Lead and bass guitars and percussion accompanied the piano-playing singer,
He was on his 14th song for the session. We watched as they did a few takes and corrections.
We paid Roger for the two pairs of show ticket vouchers he got us through TDF (Theater Development Fund). They were only about $34 per ticket. Then the studio co-owner, John Post, non-chalantly offered Debbie a couch in a side room when one of us half kiddingly asked about a place to nap. There was also a big reclining chair for me. He lowered lights, shut the door, and we got about 40 minutes rest in mid-town Manhattan.
Nina Arianda was a great dumb blonde. The play is from the movie starring Judy Holiday, recommended by Deb and Roger. I should see it some day.
The playwright, Garson Kanin (1912-1999) wrote the play in the late 40's. Included in his 20 plays, he also wrote film scripts, including - with his wife, Ruth Gordon - "Adam's Rib" that starred Tracy and Hepburn. He also wrote the book Tracy and Hepburn.
We walked to Penn Station and took the LIRR home to Great Neck. Met a couple on the train - retired teachers who seem to share Deb's taste for theater. Odd they never met before - they'd seen so many of the same things. The man had kept all his Playbill's. Actually rented storage space for them. Deb told them about VLOG (Village Light Opera Group) in which she is very active. They'll produce Carousel in May - without Deb!! The director wanted a younger Aunt Netti! And then that director quit!
I had chicken and cereal and salad and fell asleep on the couch.
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