You know how, in Star Trek, they do that thing where the stars become long lines because they are traveling faster than the speed of light? Or is that Star Wars? Well, it’s Star something-with-one-sylllable-in-the-next-word, anyway.
The subway was the opposite of that tonight.
And I had my musician-turtle-shell-on-her-back getup going on. The keyboard (IT’S GOT STAPS!) like a backpack, the stand in one hand, and the uke in the other. And all of that stuff makes me tired. And the train suddenly just skipped Delancy Street. Just didn’t stop. It was all, “NBD, I’m not stopping at a stop that I normally make. CAUSE I DON’T FEEL LIKE IT.”
Must be nice, train; must be nice.
Sometimes I sure don’t feel like paying a bill or brushing my teeth or just plain getting out of bed, but do I just pamper my feelings? No. Cause I’m what some would call an adult. Unfortunately, I was riding on a little toddler train who just didn’t feel like stopping at Delancy AND SO DIDN’T. I bet Momma Train understood, but I sure didn’t.
Anyway, all that to say, I think it took about the same length of time to get from Inwood to the East Village as it did for the settlers to Conestoga wagon it from the east coast to the wild wild west.
I’m not sure, but it’s got to be close, at least.
But then I got to my gig and the place was just awesome. Lots of people, lots of good vibes, and, yes folks, the Cake Shop sure does have cake. I love it when a venue lives up to its name. I went on last and the audience was all listening and recording and swaying and smiling and saying inappropriate things.
Well, one guy did, anyway.
But I made it into a joke and we all had a good laugh.
AND!
The percussionist for the band that played before me (the Bischoffs; check them out, they’re incredible, actually) was happy to play with me for my set. He had never heard any of my songs before (with the exception of ‘ain’t my friend), and he just jammed with me like it ain’t no thang. Maybe it’s my niche; jamming with percussionists I’ve never met before, I mean. But, the coolest thing is that Amit wants to start playing with me around the city. How great is that? I’ll tell you (cause you might not have heard his beats): it’s super great.
Afterward, I met so many fantastic people and took pictures with them and just enjoyed them in general. There was talks of me being in a dance-off as the night got later, but that turned into more of a talk-off, which I was just fine with, to be honest.
And I am not setting my alarm but I AM going to bed.
Happily, I may add. And happy don’t always come easy, so I’m feeling mighty thankful right about now.
Sounds like so much fun except the train not stopping. Love you!
it was fun, mom! Love you, too.
Jess–could you check your private Facebook messages? We’re planning our trip to New York and would LOVE to see you!! –Art
awesome, arthur–I will check!
Congratulations on the show. You really do need a roadie. Maybe you could get one these guys who propose to you to carry your stuff. I mean, if they wanna marry you it’s the least they could do. Careful with the whole star wars/star trek analogies. They both have rabid fans who will go all apesh*t on you for getting them confused. Just smile at them and it will throw them off balance since they rarely have pretty girls smile at them. lol Kidding, fanboys. Kidding.
hahaha you’re funny. And yes–i will definitely not try to trample on those sacred cows! and those guys who randomly propose to me–I don’t want them following me around OR knowing where I live!:) Carrying my stuff is not so bad and hopefully I will not have to lug it around forever…:)
Rob, well man, it’s not like I haven’t made Jessica that offer(help lugging her stuff around, not marriage lol). It would seem, however, that this independent woman is content with doing these things herself. And that’s probably just as well…no need to become reliant on some random guy offering to carry some bags. Yep, Jessica, an official roadie is the only way to go!
I know I said it before, but thank you for another fantastic show!
yeah, it’s just a good idea for me to carry all my own stuff. It’s mine, after all-so I am used to getting it back and forth to places. Just grateful I am strong enough! and thank you for coming out again to the show–it was such a good time!
I think it’s hilarious that commenters are now commenting on other commenters’ comments (I think I said that right). Even your brother left me a comment. You’re creating a community of like minded people here, Jessica. You should do like Lady Gaga and give a nickname to your fans. Minus the crazy outfits, 10ft tall shoes, and the whole being carried around in an egg thing. Unless, of course, you want to be carried around in an egg; but given the difficulty finding someone to carry your instruments it might be even harder to find someone to carry you in an egg. Then you’d still have to find someone to carry your instruments. Unless, somehow, they could fit in the aforementioned egg. Wow, I can’t believe I just dedicated part of my day to thinking about that. Moving on.
haha I very much liked following your trail of thought here, Rob! and whaddaya mean I am creating a community of like-minded people here–WE are creating the community. Every person who comes by and comments, makes it so.
And I think being carried around in an egg might be looked at strangely. Even in the West Village, believe it or not;)
“even your brother”
haha, I’m not sure if this means I’m some kind of celebrity who normally doesn’t deign to leave comments on other peoples’ comments, or some kind of misanthropic hermic who is normally too isolated and secluded to leave comments on other peoples’ comments.
But either way I dig it.
haha, more of the former I think. A psuedo-celebrity by association, perhaps? I honestly have no idea what most of my comments mean. lol And I think that an isolated, secluded, misanthropic hermit is the PERFECT person to be leaving comments on other peoples’ comments. Only his comments would read more like a manifesto. Think…Unabomber.
One of the problems with growing up and living in FL (aside from the humidity) is having to admit that you had to look up “deign”. Thought it was a typo. Was totally ready to make fun of you. Turns out, I’m the dumbass. (not really news to anyone)
“I honestly have no idea what most of my comments mean.”
LOL, Rob.
and Rob–feel free to make fun of Jase for saying he is a “misanthropic HERMIC.”
cause, what’s a hermic, anyway?!
I was at the show – my first time at the Cake Shop – I thought you were great! I loved the Bischoffs as well.
Hey Adrienne! Thanks for coming out–and yeah, the bischoffs are totally great , huh?!
cake and music? That’s the most perfect thing I ever did hear.
it’s too bad I didn’t actually EAT any of the cake, though:(
That’s a terrible ending.
Your inspiring me to live in NYC next year, I’m in Cali now
well, Cali is pretty amazing, too. But yes, if you’re heart says to come here–by all means, FOLLOW IT!
It’s a glorious place to be!