The soundtrack could be tweaked (replaced), and I could’ve used a little less of all the Times Square shots, but… My body started twitching sporadically, while watching this. Fo seriously.
Oh, New York, New York. How I long for thee. Is it crazy that I want to be there Now? I do always seem to pick the most inconvenient times… :O
(Sheeit, I can't goto NY right now, are you insane?)
It ain’t the right time, anyway. Nope, not right meow. But if it was, I’d still love it just the same, hurricanes and all. But maybe I can go there to help with the clean-up… Hmm…
Coincidentally wearing my ATCQ tee while blogging this, haha! If you are a frequent justeezy.com visitor, then you should know by now how much I looooove Tribe. If you’re a new visitor (welcome!), and um, yeah. I love Tribe so much, I would fly down to Park City, Utah for the Sundance Festival (Jan 2011 y’all!!!) just to watch the premiere of their documentary. Real talk.
Props to the homie krispi for sharing this. We randomly met V one night in NY and discovered that he was(/is?) a back-up singer for Jill Scott. Glad to see you pumpin your own music V, the world needs to hear more of your voice!
Exerpts from E.B. White’s Here is New York (1949). NY, I feel you in my boner bones.
There are three new yorks: the New York of commuters, of natives, and of settlers.
“Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last — the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion.”
“The strangers of Manhattan are to a large extent strangers who have pulled up stakes somewhere and come to town, seeking sanctuary or fulfillment or some greater or lesser grail. The capacity to make such dubious gifts is a mysterious quality of New York. It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending on a good deal of luck. No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.”
“The city is always full of young worshipful beginners — young actors, young aspiring poets, ballerinas, painters, reporters, singers — each depending on his own brand of tonic to stay alive, each with his own stable of giants.”
“The city is uncomfortable and inconvenient; but New Yorkers temperamentally do not crave comfort and convenience — if they did they would live elsewhere.”
“The collision and the intermingling of these millions of foreign-born people representing so many races and creeds make New York a permanent exhibit of the phenomenon of the world. The citizens of New York are tolerant not only from disposition but from necessity. The city has to be tolerant, otherwise it would explode in a radioactive cloud of hate and rancor and bigotry.”
“A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York.”
“Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn’t fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away.”
Sometimes, the after-party can be a lot more fun then the actual event itself. I use the term “after-party” loosely…Let me explain. After a good night of joltin’ positive vibes, I often consider those times when you’re standing outside with a group of randoms conversing over the event/smoking/drunk bantering/bullshit & party – whatever – an after-party because once you catch that wavelength with certain people, you know more fun is in store. Not the Kellz remix to ignition kinda of fun, just simply good ol’ wholesome interacting with PEOPLE peoples. Whether it’s just hanging out in the parking lot for the rest of the night, or moving it on to another locale, the fun that often goes along with it is enough for me to label it an after-party. And anyway, once you decide you want your night to continue, it usually leads to a whole ‘nother chain of events that can outshine the reason you went out for in the first place.
Upon arriving onto the cold tour bus, Kristi and I announced that we had to do a number 1 (forreal, I think Kristi even assured everybody that it wasn’t a number 2). Post number 1 (Kristi later told me that they thought I was doing Coke in the bathroom.. ew, not my thing – I move at turtle speed when Im hammed), we snuck back into the tiny bathroom and started giggling and whispering about the spontaneity of it all (we both arrived in separate cars). Once we calmed down, we looked (1 foot) ahead and saw our mirrored selves staring back at us, rosy cheeks and all. What do 2 inebriated girls do when they find themselves alone in a bathroom with good lighting, a huge mirror, and a camera? They take photos of themselves of course. After we were satisfied with our self-portraits (more like Kristi was satisfied with our shots *cough cough*.. more on this another time), we mirthfully barged out of the bathroom and checked out the rest of the tour bus. Sense suddenly hit one of us (I forget which one), and blurted out “Where the hell are we?!” “Jersey, mayne,” our host laughed. “JERSEY!?” we crowed back, sides splitting so hard our bellies ached. “Yeah, Jersey Waterfront!”
The reasons how and why we got onto this tour bus, and who the tour bus belonged to is not relevant in this story. I will say though, the bus was pretty pimpin, and was parked right out in front of the Sheraton. Right by the Jersey Waterfront, indeed.
When planning for our trip, we had a list of things that we wanted to do. We were content with the fact that we were not going to check every single item off that list, but we definitely wanted to see the view of Manhattan from the Jersey Waterfront view. That being said, we had certain things planned in advance, but most items like this one, was not.
This impromptu encounter is the exact reason why I love leaving things to chance. So often we rack our brains on the HOW. I mean, it’s what we’ve all been taught growing up! “How are you going to find a job?” “How are you going to get your money?” How How How? I am definitely not saying those questions are irrelevant. The focus on “the how” beforehand is not as important as just simply trusting that the universe will bring you what you need in proper time. You just need to know what you want. We only know of the options learned from our past experiences… it’s impossible to even fathom the possibilities in this world… they are endless. Next time you have your panties tied up in a knot, worrying how you’re going to survive or make your next move, just chill and trust. What’s meant to be won’t pass you by… besides, isn’t it more fun to discuss “the how” after “it” all happens?!
The after-party was a success: walking along the waterfront, fatties in rotation, cracking jokes (“sherington”, aries men), good conversations, sippin on Vitamin water (hydrating is key), tons of laughter all around.
It’s been a little over a week since we came back from NY. With 3 failed attempts at trying to blog about the trip, I’ve decided to just post sporadic stories from now on, photos and all. It’s hard to sum up a good vacation that was fulfilling in ever single way in one sitting y’know!? Moving forward…
So this isn’t really a story (haha I know, dope first attempt right?), but I couldn’t wait to post these videos up. This was one of the dopest shows I’ve ever been to in my life! Time practically stood still as Nicholas Payton and his SeXXXtet were out for their set. The second set was Revive Da Live Big Band (worked with artists such as Phonte of Little Brother, Pete Rock and Robert Glasper).. their sound was so full and satisfying, so powerful that it brought out the tap dancers haha! (first vid) After a short break, Talib came out for a few songs and all 3 acts did a set together…Imagine “Get By” performed by an 18 piece brass band, with jazzy undertones. Oh wait, you can just check it out yourselves – 2nd video. Enjoy!