First, we got to the top of the Empire State Building on Saturday night...Well, I guess we could have paid some more and gotten up another 12 floors, but the 80+ floors seemed good enough for us. Clear cool night, so we could see for miles in all directions. (KISS were no-shows, though.) New York & Vilnius seem to be the only two cities that really make me weak in the knees...
Next, after a semester of John Lennon-related readings (solo album releases, 30th anniversary of his death, etc.), I made a solo pilgrimage early Sunday morning to the Dakota and Strawberry Fields. Knowing the back-story of his murder made the gates of the Dakota--I guess I just felt numb. There's nothing marking Lennon's death there--no need, perhaps. Plus, across the street is where the "Imagine" mural is located. Quiet and still at 8am...And finally, I got to the MoMA--half a day was enough to make a dent, and not much more. Still, I was lucky that the Andy Warhol film exhibition opened on the top floor, including a gallery space with 13 screen tests all screening simultaneously. Warhol's subjects stare back at you--and projected at 16fps (after being shot at 24fps), their slow-motion added to their oddness.
Well, not everybody stared. Lou Reed stared. Niko stared. Alan Ginsberg stared. But Dennis Hopper couldn't help himself....
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