City life is an odd mix of fantasy and upset. I wish meth didn't exist, no good comes from is as clearly illustrated by meth doing street dwellers. It steals their daemons. There is this overwhelming sense of insanity when you have everyone and everything you "need" in a square mile yet some deep satisfaction is absent. Not enough nature to stay grounded but so much culture and opportunity you feel like you can fly.
I walked through Harlem yesterday and was shoved off guard not knowing if I was to be received with a smile or a face punch. We arrived at 4pm and walked in the back door of the Apollo, Gillian and I trudging through the thick air of nervousness and excitement streaming out of all the contestants pores. So much history in that building, I could feel Ella Fitzgerald's notes lingering in the velvet.
Fuck Yeah to Gillian Harwin chilling all spines with Lola and "miss Celia's blues". Ms. Yinger, Senor Ewald and my self, seated in the lower mezzanine, whooped and yeehawed until it hurt, and then a little more to ensure the proper outcome of the audience judged performances. Gil got third in the semi finals witch is outrageously exciting(it's now up to text message votes for the 2nd 3rd and 4th place winners to see who advances to the finals... vote gil. http://www.apollotheater.org/amateur_nig
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