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Early on a Saturday in New York City, Ashley and I were already on the subway with bags of wood block paintings, embroidered pictures, handbags, guitar, dog, and laundry hanger. We’d crowded into the back of a near empty car when the train picked us up in Harlem. As we bound closer to Union Square, the bags and objects were strewn around the ankles and annoyance of several people. I didn’t know how we would ever get off.
The Union Square farmers market is a large one. The vendors’ tents are claimed by a system unknown to me, although I think there are underworld connections necessary. A delta of craftsmen and artists funnelled the congested row of farmer tents. In the early hours of the morning it seemed there were orderly rows, of which we snagged a spot on the 4th. Later the artists and vendors of other non edibles had gradually inched into a maze devised to trap a hungry New Yorker into disruption from the smell of apple wine and cheese.
Ashley and I don’t possess the aggression necessary to sustain life in these situations, and maintained our Southern manners. The back row vendors had plenty of time to talk shop and buy each others wares as to give enocouragement. I pretended to be a street performer with my guitar, but there are some top notch buskers as well as hollywood casted performances that occur at these occasions. We spent the day gaining our respective educations. A truckload of displays and a bum to hold our spot from Thursday were decidedly what we needed to do better next time. Crowding back on the subway, we were one wood block and a couple CDs lighter but the experience and enlightment we would file away forever as one of the successes we had come for.
And I later wrote this song. It is about the resolve of Ashley and her dauntless approach to living by her art. Musically it was co written by James Cameron, my cohort in Virginia Beach landscaping. It was recorded on the hill in Tazewell, VA. You’ll notice the space in the track for a guitar solo for whomever should choose to join my band, which will soon take over the radio charts and spill over Union Square to the ears of those buying apple wine and cheese.
Here it is:
Today’s post is a video from my dear friend, co traveler, and ex supervising landscape technician James Cameron, or better know as Jimits by friends in his native Scotland. Ironically, no one in the US calls him that except for me. I don’t know why.
After you watch this, be sure and catch a glimpse of everything else going on at Jimit’s World, or the Jimits123 channel on youtube. At least the one about us seeing Gavin Degraw and him giving me a wink. True story.
Just days away from the release of my CD, New York City spanks Levon Walker, I decided to revisit the spanking and observe how I’ve been putting things in my head during the time since. We’ve already loaded up the Corolla again at the beach and are finishing up our last few days at our part time jobs before we leave. The ocean most excellently served as our consistent backdrop for daydreaming since the farm and since Manhattan. We’re on our way to Mexico for the spring.
Going back to the city sent my head spinning. In the five days we were there last week, I walked the streets day and night while replaying my earlier attempt to call it home. As soon as I crammed on the first busy subway and heard “Stand clear of the closing doors,” it felt as though I had never left.
But I will resist writing that essay today. My upcoming CD is how I really wanted to say everything, though I’ll leave you with a journal fragment for the time being:
11/21/09 NY Loft Hostel, Bushwick Brooklyn
… I also feel in a way that this is still my city. It is the way I left it, bursting full of busy people whom I can join or not join freely. Because the city holds the energy and not me, I am always where I left off. Feeling and realizing. Bravely hoping, stimulated, stiffly aware that I am small. These familiar feelings make be feel both at home and not.