At dinner last night our nephew, Alex, made a joke about suicide and he motioned with his fingers across his wrist. Peggi and I pointed out that the proper direction is parallel with his wrist and later that night he reached into his sink and cut his wrist rather deeply on a broken wine glass. He spent the night in emergency. Meanwhile I reached into my bag at Duane’s and cut my thumb on a razor blade I had brought to shave with.
Duane suggested the Brian Eno installation on 32nd Street as our first stop of the day. We could have really settled in here on the cushy overstuffed sofas but it was just a little early to chill out. The show consisted of his ambient music, of course, and a symmetrical cluster of twelve monitors, three sets of four, each set a different size and each set showing the same slowly dissolving and appearing abstract imagery, hence “77 Million Paintings” title. We didn’t stay for them all, we had to meet Peggi’s sister in Chelsea.
The art galleries in Chelsea close for Memorial Day weekend and they will close again in August for summer vacation but some of the smaller galleries there were open for business. We found some interesting stuff and had a good time but dinner that night at NoMad was magic.
We swore we would never let that crazy, tension filled, last minute, dash for a train happen again but we pulled off a stunning repeat performance, running to the Fort Hamilton F stop in Brooklyn only to find people flooding out of the subway so we stood there for what seemed like forever. We got off at 34th Street and crammed on to a broken up escalator We were behind an Indian family with two small children who had to coaxed to move forward at every step. Up on the street we ran through the crowds in front of Macy’s and then down the steps in front of Madison Square Garden. I was thinking about the time Dave Mahoney and I hitchhiked down here to see Blind Faith at the old Madison Square Garden. We were the last ones on the train and they slammed the doors shut behind our lucky asses.
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