We had bright hopes for our penultimate day in the Big Apple and set off instruments in-hand optimistic for some busking dream spots and a recording deal by lunchtime. It rained.
So instead we met up with another new friend Sarah and popped over to the metropolitan museum of art for few hours. As we walked around some of the great exhibitions and talked religion, philosophy and a little art, we bumped into Mr Neo from the Matrix but a slightly more bearded version!
Rain decided not to abate so we mosied around the upper east side, perusing the gourmet, organic, delicatessant on offer in New York’s Richmond equivilent.
For the evening’s festivities we went to an intimate, bluesy jazz bar called 55 bar on Christopher St, for an up close and personal set with the legendary guitarist (or so he says) Mike Stern. He played with a double bassist and incredible drummer, Lionel or Eugene as I named him. Mark and I sat in awe of the big guy’s beats and improvisation as he danced his way through the set. Incredible. We’ve decided we must go to more jazz clubs in London if they are anything like 55. If you ever come to the big apple and have any appreciation for music/art/performance or life in general; should go.
