New York Prodigal

Back in the U.S. after a week in London, and another relapse in the monoblog. Also deep in book-writing, but that is another story.

Touring another city encourages you to turn another eye to your own town, so I took a trip uptown to the formerly stuffy New-York Historical Society (they still use the 18th century hyphen) and the interesting new exhibit on artists reimagining slavery. It was well curated and hit all the right marks -- Fred Wilson, Betye Saar, Kara Walker -- although I will have to go back when its not as crowded as a sardine tin.

After discovering that Madison Square Park was not, in fact, near Madison Square Garden, I made it to the final twenty minutes of Meshell Ndegeocello laid back set. No hits, although it was funny to hear this lady call out "You Made a Fool Of Me" repeatedly from the audience before remembering, yeah, that's the name of one of the songs. But she did play some new material and generally spilled out the perfect mood music for a languid summer evening.