Days like today are a good example of why I love living in New York City. Furthermore, today will go down in the record book of my life as Significant. Can't really tell you why or just how much, but it's a feeling. Today was Significiant with a big S.
Precursor: I didn't sleep again last night, and I'm just coming back to life after a several-hour-nap. Forgive me if I sputter off into incoherencies.
SO, anyway. As I said, I didn't go to bed yesterday. The reason for that was that I had to be at work for 10 AM, so I just said "fuck sleep," as opposed to going to bed and fighting myself up in time for the train. So, around 8 I was awake and prepared and ready, so I said, "what the hey, let's go to work now." So I left. At some point around 9 I had decided to take a detour into Times Square, just for the hell of it. So I wandered around for a little while, and eventually found myself outside of the epic-sized Virgin Mega Store (somewhere around 44th and Broadway, I think).
As soon as I got within range, I was accosted by a large black man. "Hey, do you like hip-hop music?"
I figured he was a regular street vendour, so my reply was a terse, "No thank you, I'm not interested." Large Black Man was not to be hedged-off so easily. He came over and begged me to stay for a second. Again I declined and started to walk away, but he caught up and finally I gave in.
I imagine it's a good thing I did, because he ended up being a musician trying to get his stuff out. So I stopped and listened to his stuff for a brief moment. I don't even remember what it sounded like, but he was a nice guy and very un-thugish, so I decided to purchase a cd. Who knows if I'll even listen to it, but I was helping the "cause."
I told him I was a musician myself and he said, "Oh, that's probably why you stopped then." So he jotted his email and phone number on the back of the cd case, and told me to get in touch if I liked it. So. We'll see.
Then. Fast forward. After work I was on the subway headed back uptown, back towards Harlem and where I'm now. At some point during my journey I decided to fade into unconsciousness, and a girl got on the train and sat down next to me. I recall falling asleep on her at least three times before I realized what I was doing and scolded myself. She said it was quite all right and smiled at me. I recall she was very pretty.
A few moments later she tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Are you a musician?"
I raised an eyebrow and said yes, though I didn't see why anything in my demeanour would suggest that.
She laughed. "Somehow I just had a feeling that you were. I am too." So apparently she was in the city trying to find a producer for her music. She didn't have any cds on her, but she gave me a postcard with a website address on it. I'm currently on the website at the moment downloading her songs. She asked what kind of music I wrote, if I had any on me. All I happened to have was the last song I finished, (which, incidentally, you may listen to via the link below) so I played that for her. She was mucho impressed, and expressed how much she'd love to "crank out lyrics for this." So she also told me to get in touch if I liked her stuff, cos, "you never know."
So I haven't listened to anything yet, but I'm hoping I like it. Because. You never know.
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