Apologies, but I drove off the road somewhere between the three pieces I wrote from scratch on Monday and Tuesday and the performance I heard last night (maybe it was during the hour-long subway ride I took to the Brooklyn Museum
yesterday morning to see the Basquiat retrospective). Whatever the reason, I decided that going to bed was the better part of not cracking up, so I temporarily suspended blogging service. Now I’m getting ready to catch a Metroliner to Washington to visit the Phillips Collection and see Arena Stage’s production of Anna Christie, which leaves me with just about enough time to take a shower and say hello.
I’ll be back in New York some time on Friday, with lots of stories to tell. In the meantime, here are some quick words to the wise:
– Jack Jones is singing at the Algonquin Hotel’s Oak Room through June 11. Go. Tony Bennett already has–he was sitting across the room from me on Tuesday night.
– Luciana Souza is singing at the Jazz Standard through Sunday. Go. I was there last night, and so were what seemed like half the musicians I know.
That’s all for now. See you when I get back.