Amidst moving, cleaning, and dealing with a bad cold that won't let go, I haven't really found the right headspace (or indeed heart-space) to blog, but I'm looking forward to sitting down, collecting my thoughts, wiping the bleary-eyed dust bunnies away, and offering up thoughts, reactions, and observations on seeing one of my very-favorite and most beloved of all artists live, mere feet away.
Right now there's too many "to do"s and "must get"s and sneezing. My head's too full of everything, literally and figuratively, to think straight, much less write with any clarity, but it was, for lack of a better term at the moment, a true NY experience, as the mischievously elfish Ono hugged surprise guest Lou Reed before explaining, "We're old New Yorkers." No kidding. I couldn't help but let out a big whoop. Being delayed by service one-night-only service changes en route to my new home wasn't so much an annoyance as a part of the whole grand plan of the evening. Welcome to New York indeed.