I discovered the magic of this old New York City one balmy Tuesday night on 44th and 8th. Yeah you read that right--Times Square was not just a station to transfer at, I actually got out and planted myself there for a good 3-4 hours. The reason? Tennessee Williams' play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof...yes, I'm talkin about that crazy theater stuff again. James Earl Jones, Phylicia Rashad, Terrence Howard...ohmygoodness...
Up until this point Snaps and Daps has focused a lot of our energy--researching, investigating, and reporting back--on the up-and-coming artists and creatives of all kinds. To change it up a bit (put my thang down flip it and reverse it, if you will), I thought it wise to remind y'all of the legends...the masters of their crafts...the icons that bridge gaps across the board. A creative foundation for all these up-and-comers has to derive from somewhere, right? Because of this, my old New York adventures are worth mentioning, if for none other reason, than for the sake of honoring.
Next up my main squeeze treated the fam and me to a Victor Wooten show at Highline Ballroom in Chelsea. Most of you probably don't know him...I didn't...but when I tell you this man plays the bass, I'm not talking about anything matter of fact like I eat pineapple, or I play Super Mario World. He takes the bass and makes sweet love to it while his fingers go on an acid trip up and down (and round and round) the neck. And the strings!! Pluck them, slap them, strum them, rub them, own them and devour them. I'm no musician, but I know something unique and real and alive when I see it. The following video is a bit older, but it gets the point across...Victor is the one in the black t-shirt with the red & yellow tie dye-ish pattern, the other fellow who he is battling is his brother.
And it ain't just him. He was on stage with a group of some serious performers...drums, guitars, keyboard, electric violin, vocals--they all worked it and put me in a euphoric trance of energy and awe. The vibe was positive and wholesome--but not the trite kind of wholesome--the kind that makes you go "damn, I feel good!" It was music for music's sake--reasonably priced tickets, no Hollywood fanfare, we didn't have to wait 2 hours for the headliner to come on (in fact there wasn't even an opening act!), and after the encore the whole band stayed on stage and chilled with the crowd.
I don't know about you, but I can't remember the last time I was at a show (and I go to a fair amount) when I felt the artist was as sincerely excited and grateful to be there as I was.
It's probably not entirely likely that you'd find Classics like this in a warehouse in Williamsburg, so I'm going to warn you now, you might have to travel north of 14th Street. Don't worry it's just like LES--but with tourists, and neon lights and Olive Garden. Go ahead. Be adventurous.