3:57pm: New York: an exorcise in communal screaming by the gentleman with the itchy legs
I am back from New York!

ha! you know i didn't notice it at the time but i seem to have given her some kidn of horrible spine problem, her neck is waay over on the left.
My trip took an unexpected turn before it even started when I missed my group's bus, i was all packed up and i checked my facebook and found a message that said "where are you the bus is leaving!". 'SHIT NO WTF!' panic ensues but i decided to hop on my own bus and come anyway. I'd never been to a city by myself before, so everything was kind of crazy. In the morning and evening I'd hang out in front of the hostel I thought they were at and try to run into them but no luck - where were these people?! I figured out where they were holding an art show at a place called Red Hook in Brooklyn and made up my mind to somehow get there.
some maps and direction, this is what the inside of my head looks like:

I dont know if you've been to New York, but getting from Manhattan to Red Hook is an adventure all on its own. The first directions I got from a subway worker sent me to the wrong station but this big amazing black woman train worker helped me out and sent me to a bus stop in front of a church. but were no buses running to Redhook (or anywhere, there was an accident on the bridge) so I was wandering around at night, no idea where i was going, using a shitty bus route map i had doodled in my journal for guidance. a lot of really nice spanish people gave me directions along the way. an hour and a half later i wandered into this warehouse area and THEY WERE THERE! big hugs all around, "i can't believe you made it!", etc. - neither could i!

I went to see Tim Fite, which was pretty much my first ever concert. i don't know how to describe my experience there but it felt almost religious to me, in a violent, frenzied, insane mosh pit kind of way. Tim's music was described to me as "kind of like folk hip hop" which did nothing to prepare me for the insanity of his Halloween concert. When they got on stage they were wearing all white, no pants, they had licorice and candies stuffed into the front of their tightie whities and the show began with "an exorcise in communal screaming by the gentleman with the itchy legs". Needless to say, I was in love. Totally infatuated. Tim was like a character out of a David Lynch movie. They were all very bizarre, moving strangely through the crowd, destroying things - total chaos!
Tim Fite stuff:
Living with Tim Fite part twonotes about tim fite the day after:

I found a couple of souveniers in Brooklyn at a rummage sale and found a lot of nice clothes on the streets, people just leave a lot of stuff out.
i didn't have my glasses on when i drew this:

I can't tell you how much beautiful art I saw at the MET: Sargent, Watteau drawings, Reynolds,
MUCHA; at times my heart was beating so fast it actually hurt my chest. Seeing these pieces in real life was like meeting a long lost friend.
I have so many stories, I think missing the bus was actually one of the best things that could have happened.