I walked along the water on my way out of Tribeca today and encountered a world that could only
be decribed as Felliniesque...if I had more of an understanding of Fellini and what his films were like. As this is not the case, let's just say all the scope of humanity seemed to be captured in this tiny little western waterside strip.
First: skater boys silhouetted against the early evening sky.
In the water below them: many tens of kayakers riding atop medium-sized undulating swells. Okay, New York, way to get active--I had you pegged all wrong!
Not ten steps later, I happen upon an outdoor trapeze school session.
This woman dismounted from the platform, hooked her legs on the bar, dropped her arms, and finally, jumped down into the net, all her classmates cheering for her smooth performance below. See, here she is, gliding through the air:
After her, was a sort of pudgy guy who looked much less comfortable up there. He looked, well, scared. And I was really rooting for him. His shaky dismount was followed by not being ready to release his arms on the first swing so having to swing back toward the platform again to do it. Meanwhile, I am beginning to tear up. My eyes are filling, my heart is swelling. I'm thinking stuff like: "We humans are such sad sweet animals...we all have fears, but we keep trying to conquer them" and thinking about the whole "scope of humanity" thing again and then realize--what the fuck am I doing.
I keep walking. Then I come upon all these gay couples hanging out, near where Christopher St. hits the water, another scene I was completely unaware of.
And then a bit later, I hear bass. Drum and bass?! I look around and there's an outdoor stage with two DJs on it. I was even able to register to vote on my way in.
Turns out, it's a free concert with Ming and FS. The crowd was so cobbled together and odd that I was a little uneasy. Not because it was gangsterish, but because it was like some 40 year old woman spinning in circles with a fanny pack, and some curly-headed blond jewish guy in his 20's who kept dancing and nodding and smiling at everyone. And a couple teen-agers with mod hair. A puertorican. That type of crowd. Indicative of lax PR.
But...I haven't heard dnb or breaks in so long and I was so happy to be hearing it, no matter what the scenario, that I eventually joined the fun. (Here, they were playing live along with the tracks.)
Outfitted in a horrible early morning mistake that involved a red backpack and pigtails, I was out there happily dancing with the best of them.
You read this blog, maybe you were there too. Meaning you are a freak.