Could not make it, although I had planned to. Who knew a non-walking non-talking newborn could be such a pia..(loving every minute) 🙂
Hopefully next time..
Im also planning to do some night stuff around my neighborhood, choosing a film isnt the priority, Im trying to figure out how to do it and avoid getting mugged or killed..🙂
Fidel, Sorry you couldn't make it, but having a baby is a new kinda high. Congrats again.
The key to safety is to not do it alone, otherwise its not worth the risk. I'd offer to go to Newark, but I'd still have to take the PATH alone. The NYC subway is at least familure and I feel somewhat safer BTW. I'm not afraid to take the subway alone three or four oclock in the morning by myself, although my girlfriend will probably not allow it to happen again.
A funny story is one night I got off the L train at in the Italian Section of Williamsburg close to four in the morning and was mistaken for a girl. There were multible attacks happening at that time where a rapist pushed yuppy girls into doorways where they would be raped and robbed.
Kinda easy to mistaken me for a girl from behind because at 5'10'' 150 pounds with narrow shoulders and with my long hair not in a ponytail it is not hard to imagine something hot with long legs. Also I was wearing shoe boots so I looked extra lanky and my walk went clop-clop just like a woman in heels. I also had a camera bag, so it would appear like I even had a pocketbook.
I'm out on the deserted main drag, when I hear someone running at full speed coming from behind me. Earlier, when I had gotten off the subway I was the only person leaving the station, and I knew I was F@#Ked and in serious trouble, but I also an extra heavy monopod that was for a video camera I was carrying.
I got ready to swing for the fences without revealing I was armed with a deadly weapon. The element of surprise was also on my side. It was lightly raining and I was also holding an umbrella in my other hand. At the appropiate time I turned and swung, when the footsteps were almost upon me.
You should of seen the guys face. I think he was more surprised to see my arrogant chin beard than the club swinging towards his face. He was lucky and rather short. I guess I was expecting a guy as tall as me, but the sidewalk was wide, and he kept on running. "Sorry," he said before rounding the first corner.
Months later they caught the guy. He had attacked around two dozen women. It was reported that the police had problems catching this rapist because he had once lived in the area for many years, knew it extensively, but no longer lived there.
The reason I was out late that night is that this guitar player, Steve Marshall, had called me to video two gigs he had; one was at LeBat Bar on 57th Street in mid-town; and the other was Hogs And Heffers in East Harlem. I did not know Steve Marshall before he called me out of the blue. He had gotten my number from a horn player from another band who I knew.
Steve Marshall and his "Deputies" I would later learn is an urban legend. Seems like he recruits "Deputies" from every audiance at every gig to be Go-Go girls, but one night things got out of control. It seems some real pro strippers were in the audiance and they went to work and put on a real show as the band played the thyme song from Gypsy Rose. "I almost got arrested," Steve Marshall told me.
Moral of the story: When you are attacked, use your weapon.
Calzone
