Friday, May 27, 2005
A very special Happy Birthday
to a friend, & a great musician,
Archie Shepp.
Till next time... 'Mela
7:56 PM
Sunday, May 22, 2005
I went to see the Art Deco show
recently with my friend, Hiroshi.
This show has been traveling,
and finally has made it's way to Tokyo!
Amongst the many beautiful pieces in this show,
one of my favorite painters of the Art Deco period,
Tamara De Lempicka
has two pieces in this show.
This is one featured:
The Telephone, 1930
Tamara De Lempicka
I've always been inspired by the style of that era-
The "Jazz Age."
In my opinion, the world may be "making progress",
but the elegance of the Art Deco period,
in music, fashion, and style,
has yet to be surpassed...
Sometimes, especially after visiting this show,
I truly long to have a time machine...
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender,
It brings back a night of tropical splendor,
It brings back a memory ever green
I’m with you once more under the stars,
And down by the shore an orchestra’s playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine
Begin the Beguine
-Cole Porter
Till next time... 'Mela
11:45 AM
Monday, May 16, 2005
You Know You're From New York City When... |
You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You consider Westchester "upstate".
You think Central Park is "nature."
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.
You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it’s a "steal."
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents.
You take fashion seriously.
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."
America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.
You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.
You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.
$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.
You don't notice sirens anymore.
You live in a building with a larger population than most American towns.
Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.
You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.
You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price.
Your door has more than three locks.
You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.
You're 35+ years old and don't have a driver's license.
You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.
There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.
When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels.
You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.
You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.
Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking regulations are in effect.
You know what a bodega is.
Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet...
You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas
Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.
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Eye contact an act of overt aggression.
Heh heh heh heh.
Good one.
Till next time... 'Mela
9:41 PM
Thursday, May 12, 2005
© 2005 Pamela MacCarthy
All rights reserved
“Moss”
Digital
This is my new computer art piece, "Moss".
"A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss"...
-Proverb
I was inspired to create this after I waved goodbye to my son Michio
as he left for University...
My gig's tomorrow night at Jazz Spot "J", Shinjuku.
Members:
Pamela MacCarthy- vocals
Keisaku Takahashi- piano
Greg Chako- guitar
Hiroshi Eguchi- electric bass
Yusuke Hase- drums
Till next time... 'Mela
1:55 AM
Sunday, May 08, 2005
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
I got a beautifully hand drawn caligraphy card from my son Michio,
and peach colored roses...
My gig at Half Tone in Tachikawa
went well.
Hiro Morozumi played beautifully, and the owner of the place,
Mr. Inada, was a very nice host.
He's invited me back to perform there again in July...
There was a pretty good turn out.
Nice to see on a rainy night.
I'll be at Jazz Spot "J" this Friday the 13th.
I'll be at BFLAT Akasaka on June 13th,
with the B Naturals:
Jonathan Katz- piano
Mark Tourian- bass
Neil Stalnaker- trumpet
Andy Wulf- tenor sax
Cecil Monroe- drums
A great line- up,
I look forward to this.
Just smellin' the roses...
Till next time... 'Mela
1:43 AM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
