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What about home
May. 6th, 2010 10:19 amAfter the six hour drive we were passing through the tunnel from Jersey City to Manhatten, and beyond a kind of progression with pedestrian bridges overhead and high walls on both sides, I had the distinct feeling I had been here before. Deja Vu I guess, but that basically set the stage.
After all it was a bit of a vision quest, I hadn't slept since 9PM the prior night, and we did not arrive in Manhatten until around 2PM. The euphoria and the hallucinations were just starting to kick in, but as soon as I stepped out of the parking garage with Mike I was instantly struck with sheer godsmack.
Nothing can conceivably compare. This is the most populated city in my entire country...one of the most populated metro areas in the world. And for whatever reason, hardly anyone I know personally has ever been there. Not my parents, not my sister, not any of my friends from high school or from what I remember college either...this area I live in is stagnant and it's obvious they are all afraid of it.
But it felt like home to me. Everywhere I went, there was something...there was so much MONEY obviously, everywhere. Invested in everything; in business, in people, in clothes, in transportation, in communication, in community, in social service, in protection. The horses ridden by some of the police officers were absolutely stunning (my two favorites were all black, go figure.)
The best way I can describe it to anyone around me from here...I passed more people in a few blocks than live in the entire county of Warren...more people conceivably live in some of the buildings than in the county of Warren...
Fucking amazing.
We saw the King Tut exhibit and an awesome off-broadway show. Both were pretty damn synchronous with my existence here so far and my feelings. A white albino lion which represented Tutankhamun stood atop a large white vase (I believe it was made out of ivory? Unbelievably...) and interestingly enough, my totem has always been an albino lion, ever since I was much younger and did path working in that regard. Of course I'm not saying I had some past life as this particular individual, but it was definitely an interesting sight to see...Mike and I both thought the whole exhibit was a bit full of spiritual energy. For being over 3,000 years old in some cases, some look like they might as well have been made today by a master craftsman...still in pristine condition.
The play was Avenue Q, which I would suggest to ANYONE in the area who can go and see it. We picked up our tickets near Time Square...but it was outside and they were scalping a bit. The people seated next to us paid twice as much as we did for our tickets. It was the story of a twenty-something college graduate who moves to NYC trying to get a job, pay the rent and find a purpose...and all of the problems so many people and especially college grads face in the world today. It was just an amazing performance...very funny, hits some very serious social issues...and highly liberal. It struck me and my life pretty hard, because it was reflecting just about everything that has happened to me.
It's my fucking home, I'm telling you. This never was.
It's my aim and my goal to find a way to live there eventually. I might be able to hop up to Alaska this summer and make $10-20,000 in a few months...and then go travelling and pursue my craft in the off season. I'm not going to work around here if that's possible up there.
Mike is leaving his band for awhile so he can start doing private fishing (way more lucrative than touring) and work on a solo project. This is partially why he came up here, but I guess he also had a feeling he needed to come and see me. I guess he feels my energies sync with his. Unfortunately we didn't have any really weird mystical experiences or coincidences up in NYC (well, I did but not in the meeting really interesting folks that would, for instance, give us a place to crash for the night) but on the same token by the time we were done with an entire full day, including eating Thai food at a GREAT place and the exhibit and the play and all of the walking around, sitting in time square...there wasn't enough energy left in either of us to go have a few drinks at his favorite bar. Actually if I had had about $100 with me I would've convinced him too, and if I would've had $200-300 with me I would've suggested that we just split a hotel and get smashed. But I was fucking broke.
However, he said it's good to leave me wanting a bit.
I just want to go back there.
I want time to pick out random people and ask them things about themselves.
I want time to experience every inch of that fucking city.
But that all requires money, which I now have a reason to earn and to save. Both to go back there, and to see the rest of the world too. Not to mention maybe eventually do live electronica.
After all it was a bit of a vision quest, I hadn't slept since 9PM the prior night, and we did not arrive in Manhatten until around 2PM. The euphoria and the hallucinations were just starting to kick in, but as soon as I stepped out of the parking garage with Mike I was instantly struck with sheer godsmack.
Nothing can conceivably compare. This is the most populated city in my entire country...one of the most populated metro areas in the world. And for whatever reason, hardly anyone I know personally has ever been there. Not my parents, not my sister, not any of my friends from high school or from what I remember college either...this area I live in is stagnant and it's obvious they are all afraid of it.
But it felt like home to me. Everywhere I went, there was something...there was so much MONEY obviously, everywhere. Invested in everything; in business, in people, in clothes, in transportation, in communication, in community, in social service, in protection. The horses ridden by some of the police officers were absolutely stunning (my two favorites were all black, go figure.)
The best way I can describe it to anyone around me from here...I passed more people in a few blocks than live in the entire county of Warren...more people conceivably live in some of the buildings than in the county of Warren...
Fucking amazing.
We saw the King Tut exhibit and an awesome off-broadway show. Both were pretty damn synchronous with my existence here so far and my feelings. A white albino lion which represented Tutankhamun stood atop a large white vase (I believe it was made out of ivory? Unbelievably...) and interestingly enough, my totem has always been an albino lion, ever since I was much younger and did path working in that regard. Of course I'm not saying I had some past life as this particular individual, but it was definitely an interesting sight to see...Mike and I both thought the whole exhibit was a bit full of spiritual energy. For being over 3,000 years old in some cases, some look like they might as well have been made today by a master craftsman...still in pristine condition.
The play was Avenue Q, which I would suggest to ANYONE in the area who can go and see it. We picked up our tickets near Time Square...but it was outside and they were scalping a bit. The people seated next to us paid twice as much as we did for our tickets. It was the story of a twenty-something college graduate who moves to NYC trying to get a job, pay the rent and find a purpose...and all of the problems so many people and especially college grads face in the world today. It was just an amazing performance...very funny, hits some very serious social issues...and highly liberal. It struck me and my life pretty hard, because it was reflecting just about everything that has happened to me.
It's my fucking home, I'm telling you. This never was.
It's my aim and my goal to find a way to live there eventually. I might be able to hop up to Alaska this summer and make $10-20,000 in a few months...and then go travelling and pursue my craft in the off season. I'm not going to work around here if that's possible up there.
Mike is leaving his band for awhile so he can start doing private fishing (way more lucrative than touring) and work on a solo project. This is partially why he came up here, but I guess he also had a feeling he needed to come and see me. I guess he feels my energies sync with his. Unfortunately we didn't have any really weird mystical experiences or coincidences up in NYC (well, I did but not in the meeting really interesting folks that would, for instance, give us a place to crash for the night) but on the same token by the time we were done with an entire full day, including eating Thai food at a GREAT place and the exhibit and the play and all of the walking around, sitting in time square...there wasn't enough energy left in either of us to go have a few drinks at his favorite bar. Actually if I had had about $100 with me I would've convinced him too, and if I would've had $200-300 with me I would've suggested that we just split a hotel and get smashed. But I was fucking broke.
However, he said it's good to leave me wanting a bit.
I just want to go back there.
I want time to pick out random people and ask them things about themselves.
I want time to experience every inch of that fucking city.
But that all requires money, which I now have a reason to earn and to save. Both to go back there, and to see the rest of the world too. Not to mention maybe eventually do live electronica.
