Balancing Quarters

There’s a story to this –

A friend of mine owned a great place called Stain Bar on Grand Street in Williamsburg.  I drank there, had amazing conversations there, saw the night come to morning there, sang and played guitar there, had many shows there, barbecued there – saw summer and winter pass there.  beneath the steeple of the nearby church.

One day in March, 2005, I met a singer/banjoplayer/accordionist with whom I collaborated and played – warehouse parties in the industrial backwaters of Brooklyn, etc.  The experience re-awakened my passion for playing cello.

I played an outdoor show in the backyard, and my sister came.  The next day I drove a good friend to an early JFK flight to PDX.  –  before the last day at a job.

I met my wife there.  At an open mic night in an oppressive July.

This sculpture was in the backyard of Stain Bar.  When they shut down I never knew what happened to it.  I was pretty much sure I’d never see this again.  But this past Saturday, I went into the backyard of a Mexican place in Greenpoint and there it was before me!

By chance, I bump into people I know about every six weeks, either on the street or the subway.  But never before have I run into a sculpture at random.

I don’t know the name of the artist responsible.  If you know, please let me know.


About ventilateblog MUSIC Classically trained cellist. Attended Peabody Conservatory of Johns Hopkins University - degree in Music Composition, and three years of recording arts and audio electrical engineering. Multiple works for chamber groups and orchestra have been produced and performed. Singer-songwriter with rock and folk roots.. Electronica. Today, it's about mashing together all these things into improbable hybrids. Also, a longtime educator of music. PHOTOGRAPHY Unpredictable and in the moment is what I love. Streets, architecture, and people. Ruined places. History. Frozen moments. Great love for imagines wrought by beautiful mystery of film and vintage cheapy cameras. WRITING The vague, ephemeral. The historical - the ghosts behind the veil of time. Delving deeply into the intricacies of our physical and cultural world. Relaying memory and longing. And sometimes the absurd. Life runs deep. Life

Posted on August 22, 2011, in NYC present, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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