Such a beautiful and amazing show. I'd been dreaming to see them for years, they were more than I could imagine. Nino and I were out of our minds with excitement and on the verge of tears the entire show.. not to sound dramatic or anything. Nick Urata's voice is phantasmagorical.
To finish the night off, on the way home I took the wrong train and fortunately wound up at the W 4th. station. Fortunately because as I'm standing on the platform waiting for the right train I hear this beautiful operatic voice echoing through the station. I walk down and see this old black woman on the other side of the tracks singing and playing single notes on a little keyboard. I stood and listened for a while, it was a music and sound I'd never heard in the subway before. She'd hit a high note as a train came flying through the station, the sounds would blend together into the wave of pressure pulsing across the platform. You couldn't tell between her round seasoned voice or the crying of the wheels as the subway car sways down the tracks 65mph just feet in front of you. While in the midst of all this, New York graces the moment with its everlasting charm. A mexican at the other end of the bench I'm sitting on begins puking, profusely. It was so perfect I start laughing out loud and everyone around scatters. I continue to watch the singing lady for a minute, then I run up the stairs and to the other side so I could pay some gratitude, and film her. She had homemade cds that I glanced at and hoped to remember her name but it's gone from me now. As I ran off to catch my approaching train on the other platform she smiled and waved bye to me. It was a lovely evening in New York tonight.
p.s. CHAUNTÉ GETS TO NY IN THE MORNING! She'll be at my apt in like 6 hours! I'm pretty excited.
