You just vividly took me back to those days almost 60 YEARS AGO—egads! While you were relishing those performers, I was going to concerts at Carnegie Hall, or, yes, going to the Village to listen to the inimitable Sarah Vaughan, singing in a smoke filled room, her voice undaunted by the cold she had the night I was there. I wish I had your amazingly detailed memory. Thank you for sharing it.
You just vividly took me back to those days almost 60 YEARS AGO—egads! While you were relishing those performers, I was going to concerts at Carnegie Hall, or, yes, going to the Village to listen to the inimitable Sarah Vaughan, singing in a smoke filled room, her voice undaunted by the cold she had the night I was there. I wish I had your amazingly detailed memory. Thank you for sharing it.
I was writing scripts about grocery prices in NYC neighborhoods which the then-Deputy Mayor would read on daily broadcasts. nights, I was involved in my first experiences with LSD. rather ill-advisedly, I talked about this stuff at work. it was a summer job. I DID read Richard Goldstein (much later, a casual friend) about Monterey and wished I'd been there...
but I do remember a LOT of concerts in Central Park that summer and a few in Tompkins Square (most notably, Country Joe and the Fish), so I wasn't completely out of things.
this was the time when, with my next-door neighbor, who was a jazz fanatic, we spent a great deal of time in the Village, going to jazz places (mostly the Village Gate, where we'd discovered back in high school that the Gate NEVER carded anyone, which wouldn't have mattered in '67 because we were legal that year). we caught Sarah Vaughan a few times, even if Blossom Dearie seemed to be the "house vocalist." I once played Chinese Handball in the men's room with Elvin Jones between sets (obviously, we were both under some kind of influence). the most amazing guy to watch was Rahsaan Roland Kirk with his multiple saxes (am I correct when I remember he had three? or was it just two?). we never caught Coltrane, although he was still alive when we'd started going.
and, as I keep telling everybody, you could do all this on very modest sums of money.
when I was twelve, I started going to standing room at the old Met...the tickets were $2.85. and a very nice lunch at the automat was less than a buck.
You just vividly took me back to those days almost 60 YEARS AGO—egads! While you were relishing those performers, I was going to concerts at Carnegie Hall, or, yes, going to the Village to listen to the inimitable Sarah Vaughan, singing in a smoke filled room, her voice undaunted by the cold she had the night I was there. I wish I had your amazingly detailed memory. Thank you for sharing it.
I was writing scripts about grocery prices in NYC neighborhoods which the then-Deputy Mayor would read on daily broadcasts. nights, I was involved in my first experiences with LSD. rather ill-advisedly, I talked about this stuff at work. it was a summer job. I DID read Richard Goldstein (much later, a casual friend) about Monterey and wished I'd been there...
but I do remember a LOT of concerts in Central Park that summer and a few in Tompkins Square (most notably, Country Joe and the Fish), so I wasn't completely out of things.
this was the time when, with my next-door neighbor, who was a jazz fanatic, we spent a great deal of time in the Village, going to jazz places (mostly the Village Gate, where we'd discovered back in high school that the Gate NEVER carded anyone, which wouldn't have mattered in '67 because we were legal that year). we caught Sarah Vaughan a few times, even if Blossom Dearie seemed to be the "house vocalist." I once played Chinese Handball in the men's room with Elvin Jones between sets (obviously, we were both under some kind of influence). the most amazing guy to watch was Rahsaan Roland Kirk with his multiple saxes (am I correct when I remember he had three? or was it just two?). we never caught Coltrane, although he was still alive when we'd started going.
and, as I keep telling everybody, you could do all this on very modest sums of money.
when I was twelve, I started going to standing room at the old Met...the tickets were $2.85. and a very nice lunch at the automat was less than a buck.