Summer in New York City has got to be one of the latest and greatest marvels of life. For the past several years, the amount of summer time I spend in New York has increased with each passing year. ’99-’01, I spent a lot of muggy days going to shows at Abc No Rio and dining at Kate’s Joint after. In summer ’02 I visited Williamsburg for the first time, with friends in a band. I spent the whole day wandering the neighborhood, meeting friends and discovering a whole new world of NYC. In ’03, I visited NYC three times while touring, selling merch. On that visit, while eating lunch outside at Rice in Dumbo, I determined that my goal was to move to NYC, specifically Williamsburg, Brooklyn. In ’04, I realized that goal, spending ten days staying between the East Village and East Williamsburg, finally landing on South 2nd Street in August of that year.
Last year, 2005, was my first full summer in New York, and it was then that my favorite native New Yorker buddy Bobby introduced me to Warm Up at MoMA PS1. Warm Up is an outdoor dance party on Saturday afternoons in the yard of MoMA’s Long Island City contemporary outpost, PS1, and it has been my favorite thing in New York City of all time since then. However. The McCarren Pool parties now seem to be such contenders for the NYC good time spotlight that I didn’t even mention the Warm Up party from July 15!
The 15th’s party pales in comparison to yesterday’s perfection. (Tho Kudu were good & I found their CD at Earwax!)
It does not detract from Warm Up’s appeal that Gerard popped into town, and he offered to put me on the guest list…? I just have to give him a haircut in exchange. ;)! This year’s installation in the yard has curving plywood canopies and a 6” deep plywood-edged soaking pool in the shape of an 8. Pods that emit a fine mist of water are placed about. It is a splendidly forgiving art installation that allows for a maximum comfort. The music line up was a perfect blend of my converging worlds– Detroit + Brooklyn Old and New (my term, *shrug*). We ran into Harv, Shea and Stefan… Harv was sporting black wayfarers, some sort of Q-Bert looking all over print t-shirt, and a bucket hat. Shea was in black denim cutoffs and a perfect army green t-shirt. Blake and I danced all afternoon….
Sadly Blake and I were the only gals hanging…. She and I fell asleep watching HBO in my bed. I don’t know why les autres filles weren’t there. I think Krissie and Mercedes both had to work…. On a blessed Saturday! Word on the street is that Sophi will be back in town soon….
deux mille six 