About to crawl into bed; I wanted to be there about an hour and a half ago, but my mind is starting to finally try to wrap itself around the notion that, yes, in about 2 weeks - less, in fact - I'll board a plane in Austin, Texas, switch off in North Carolina, arrive in New York City, grab a taxi, and make my home for the summer in Manhattan, right alongside Central Park. This blog will attempt to document the experiences I have this summer, interning at one of the best established music publications in the world. I'm not going to write anything about Rolling Stone, for many reasons (but I'll be more than happy to recount more specific interning stories via Skype - find me on there, my loves!) Instead, I'm going to focus on the rest of the experience: living in the largest city in the United States (over 8 million people), going to as many shows as possible, finding a running buddy to hit up Central Park with me, visiting museums and all that craziness, meeting people and making connections, and figuring myself out in the process.
In trying to come up with an appropriate title for this blog, I did some research. I looked up quotes about New York, and two of my favorite both talked about how New York helps people to find the best in themselves, and helps truly shape an identity. In discovering New York, you discover yourself; you piece together your past to forge a self in this giant, heterogeneous present. I also discovered that a freakin' boatload of songs have been written about New York. I'm going to try to start listening to more of these over the summer, if possible. Ultimately, I went with the Simon & Garfunkel song that I played to death (along with The Decemberists' "Myla Goldberg") while I waited to hear back from RS, "Only Living Boy in New York." I took out "only," because I think there are going to be multiple of us living this summer; all of my intern buddies I will make will surely be vibrantly alive, just like me.
I leave you with lyrics to the S&G song; see you soon!
"Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your part'll go fine.
Fly down to Mexico.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
The only living boy in New York.
I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am,
The only living boy in New York.
Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
And we don't know where.
Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know you've been eager to fly now.
Hey, let your honesty shine, shine, shine,
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da,
Like it shines on me.
The only living boy in new york,
The only living boy in new york."
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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