airtrain, ITIN ’05
Yesterday was the first day in four years I was proud to be an American…or at least a New Yorker. Finally some people with a clue are doing architecture out at Idlewild. It hasn’t looked this good since ’64, when they had the World’s Fair and Kennedy was a President, not an airport. It’s like they all looked at Sarinen’s T.W.A. terminal and took it as inspiration. No one tops it, but at least they give it context. The airport is again the sight of Modernism with a capital M. I was like a pig in shit (God I love airplanes… and fuck Osama Bin Laden and his band of droogs).
For decades I’ve returned from Europe with the gnawing feeling that the States are backward and anti-progressive. I strongly advise everyone who wants to change the administration next term to ride the airtrain out to Kennedy. It’s the greatest civic project since we put a man on the moon… no it’s better. Light rail is the path to the future past. What did Buckminster Fuller say in the Noguchi film: “If you want to shoot an arrow forward, first you have to draw the string backward.”
That said, my mom went off to Spain after reading The Sun Also Rises. Her take on the book: “Boy did those people drink!”
I said, “They didn’t call it the roaring twenties for nothing. They were all roaring drunk.”
Hooker laughed from behind the New York Times.
Sylvia got home late to find me half in the bag on Spanish wine. She’d been at some charity auction and no on was bidding on signed Brian Wilson material (People just don’t get IT yet). Long story short, we have a signed smile poster, Our Prayer music score, Smile CD, and Pet Sounds in London (where I think this lot would have cost huge) DVD all for the price of a song… More or less.
This gives me the juice to negotiate with Columbia Records to get the Use of A Mingus tune for the ODDcity download. Goodbye Porkpie Hat, Hello Airtrain.
Funniest thing is the lyrics to “Our Prayer”: oooh ahhhh oooo ahhh.
Reminds me of what Ugi says a monkey says: ooh ahhhh eee oooh eee aaahh.
Respect when you come home, says Otis and Aretha. R.E.S.P.E.C.T. Give it to her, the woman knows how to shop.
