The Big City

”The more susbtantial an individual’s aesthetic experience is, the sounder his taste, the sharper his moral focus, the freer—though not necessarily the happier—he is.."

New Yorkers! Shit is all fucked up and bullshit, and I know I’m not the only one who just wants to step outside and scream and scream and scream and scream and scream. While masked, of course.

The 7pm cheer is going on in many neighborhoods. I hope it’s some boost to all the exhausted people giving their all in the hospitals, I’m ambivalent about it myself, since they should be getting a hell of a lot of money plus all the PPE they can handle. But paying anyone below the C-suite a reasonable wage is incomprehensible to most of our politicians, and yeah that includes Andrew Cuomo (who is cutting $10 billion for the schools, what a fucking hero) and Nancy Pelosi, who would want to means-test any wage increase so maybe it’s a constructive way for us all to let it out, somehow.

Anyway, let me take a deep breath, reign in my anger, and hip you to a citywide performance that we all can take part in. Wednesday, April 29, at the 7pm witching hour, open up your windows, your voices, and your minds and souls for For Our Courageous Workers, conceived by Frank London, Hajnal Pivnick, and Dorian Wallace. It’s a five movement performance using your breath, household appliances, body percussion, anything at hand, including instruments—there’s a score (download it here) that anyone can use, whether you read music or not.

Sing it loud. And don’t forget to be fucking angry as hell.

“I ate your book.”

Bernhard Lang

“I dig the jacket!”

Kurt Elling
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