NYC 2- I’m an EnglishWoman in New York…
As we awoke on our second full day in the Big Apple, we were greeted by another GLORIOUS SPRING DAY. I hate to sound so stereotypically British, gabbing on about the weather, but given that the week before NYC had been in BLIZZARD conditions, we were jolly lucky indeed. We decided to make the best of the blue skies and winking sun by hopping on a boat to take in the skyline from the water and give a tip of our hats to Lady Liberty herself.
So, I know you’ve all seen pictures of the Statue of Liberty before, and so have I, but there’s something really exciting when they’re YOUR OWN pictures of the Statue of Liberty. So thank you for indulging me, you’re all really buff and I lush ya xxxxx
We then ducked under the mighty Brooklyn Bridge for some similarly photogenic scenery:
Aaaaand because we hadn’t quite had our fill of boats by that point, once we’d docked again at Pier 15, we promptly hopped back on a water taxi which was as yellow as the sun beaming down on us over to visit achingly hip old Brooklyn, the East London of NYC.
We had full intentions of meeting up with our friend Joe, who’s in New York performing in a show and doing a waterside walk, visiting Williamsburg and diving in and out of the groovy boutiques but TBH we were HUNGRY, so we ditched the walk idea in favour of food and beer. Which is never really a bad thing is it? We stopped for Lobster rolls and pints at The Bridges in Dumbo which was a GREAT idea. Once fed and watered we took a stroll around Dumbo (p.s how amazing is it that a place is called Dumbo?! YES) to catch some of the street art and the neighbourhood.
Now, the whole reason we were over Stateside in the first place, was to support and see my darling pal Joe perform in Josephine and I, an astonishing play written by Cush Jumbo, prime babe of theatre. It’s doing a run at the Public Theatre and I may have got a bit weepy and proud to see one of my best friends charming the New York Theatre Going Public so gosh darn well.
Me and my brother obviously found time to dick about in the theatre foyer too.
After the show, we sped on over to the late show The Blue Note Jazz Club, New York’s answer to Ronnie Scott’s. I had spied on their gig list that my Dad’s all time hero, guitarist Pat Metheny would be guesting that evening at drummer Roy Haynes’s 90th birthday. And OH SWEET MOSES it was incredible. The club is tiny, much smaller than Ronnie’s and we had the best table in the house. The band were phenomenal, and as it was Mr Haynes’s 90th (90! THE DUDE IS LITERALLY 90 AND A MASSIVE LAD!) there were all sorts of jazz VIPs swanning around the joint, Antonio Sanchez, Jack DeJohnette, Christian McBride- it was cool as fuck.
One more NY post to go and then I promise I’ll stop wanging on about it.
LOVE YOU BYE! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx