Saturday, March 10, 2007
Memories of March…… 1980
Into the second half of March 1980, the cold, like none I had ever previously experienced, quickly transformed into glorious warmth. I had a serious case of Spring Fever and my new friends, Carolyn, Frank, Arline and Trinity had introduced me to Washington Square Park, which was in the midst of its heyday. This was to become my home from home after work and at weekends. Whether we were joining in a singing circle or just hanging out with the park kids, we became part of ‘the scene’. I met Peter May, who was never seen without his guitar. I wonder if he ever made any real money from his music. He was neither the best singer nor a great guitarist. But he could carry any crowd and had great energy and enthusiasm. After making some money playing for transients, he would play for his friends for free.
Towards the end of the month, I met my friends in the park in 70+ degree weather. I was wearing what was then my favourite shirt – a now obscene sounding blue tank top with a red trim around the collar and arm holes – fine if you are young and skinny and the year is 1980! In my experience to date, if the temperature is that warm in the early evening, it will remain very pleasant after dark. But my previous experience had all been in London. And New York weather does not play by London rules!
Carolyn, Frank and myself went to see The Jam at the Palladium. Great show, of course. Anyone lucky enough to have seen them will know just how good they were live. As I recall, we were in the theatre for not much more than 2 hours and I was in for the shock of my life. And Frank got one of the best laughs of his life! The temperature had dropped into the 30s. I felt myself turn scarlet as the cold hit my skin. I heard myself say “Ooh! Let’s take a cab back! I’m paying!” I ran into 14th Street, taking my life in my hands, not willing to take the chance of missing the Taxi that happened along at just the right moment. I never took New York weather for granted again!
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Towards the end of the month, I met my friends in the park in 70+ degree weather. I was wearing what was then my favourite shirt – a now obscene sounding blue tank top with a red trim around the collar and arm holes – fine if you are young and skinny and the year is 1980! In my experience to date, if the temperature is that warm in the early evening, it will remain very pleasant after dark. But my previous experience had all been in London. And New York weather does not play by London rules!
Carolyn, Frank and myself went to see The Jam at the Palladium. Great show, of course. Anyone lucky enough to have seen them will know just how good they were live. As I recall, we were in the theatre for not much more than 2 hours and I was in for the shock of my life. And Frank got one of the best laughs of his life! The temperature had dropped into the 30s. I felt myself turn scarlet as the cold hit my skin. I heard myself say “Ooh! Let’s take a cab back! I’m paying!” I ran into 14th Street, taking my life in my hands, not willing to take the chance of missing the Taxi that happened along at just the right moment. I never took New York weather for granted again!
