Archive for 2008

Another Tudor City Greens Post

July 10, 2008

Something as special as Tudor City Greens (the little park at 41st to 42nd Streets and Tudor City Place in Manhattan) deserves more than one look. I recently posted on it and just wanted to add some more pictures and commentary.

These are still pictures of the South park part of the Greens. There was a small band playing in the park recently. These aren’t street musicians, but a group contracted by Tudor City to come and play for the residents (and whoever else happened to be there).

Right smack in the middle of the park (which is a pretty small park) is a fountain. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed water flowing in it, but it is a fountain. And a planter, it appears.

There are essentially three east-west walkways and two north-south ones. Below is a view from the fountain looking at the band which was playing near the middle of the northern east-west walkway.

And today’s last photo is from the middle of the westernmost north-south walkway looking in the same direction as the previous picture. If you picture this in your mind, you’ll see that the park is pretty small.

But it is a great little park.

-H

Fraunces Tavern

July 9, 2008

On the Fourth of July, I ankled past Frances Tavern; a museum and restaurant located on Pearl Street way down south in Manhattan.

Technically, it calls itself “The Museum of Colonial & Revolutionary History”. But I have to admit the idea of a combo restaurant-museum is pretty cool. I was there too early to try the place out, but I would imagine it’s…interesting. I don’t know if I would have gone in. I went through Menupages and found it’s highly rated, but expensive: burgers are $14 and a chicken pot pie is $16. Even in Manhattan, I can find better deals.

 

But I have to admit, a burger from the joint that Washington bid his famed farewell to the troops in 1783, an event that led King George III to say that Washington would the the greatest man in the world (for behaving like Cincinnatus and laying down power being thrust upon him and going back to be a farmer), is a bit attractive. Maybe I will…

-H

Wendell Willkie Plaque at the New York Public Library

July 8, 2008

You may know that I’m a sucker for historical plaques and monuments and the like. No difference here. I’ve probably walked by it a million times and I remember seeing it at points but it never really registered. After all, Wendell Willkie isn’t a name that one hears too often nowadays.

And on perhaps the most nondescript part of the outside of the NYPL, there’s a plaque to this former lawyer and presidential candidate.

It reads: “Wendell Willkie 1892-1944 I believe in America because in it we are free – free to choose our government to speak our minds to observe our different religions.”

Willkie ran for president in 1940 and one of the goals of that election was to stop Roosevelt from breaking the implied two-term limit on the presidency. He failed and FDR went on to a third and a fourth term.

Oddly enough, Roosevelt outlived Willkie. Willkie died in 1944, before his term would have expired.

Willkie spent a number of years living in NYC, but I have no idea of any links between him and the Library.

-H

Castle Clinton in Battery Park

July 7, 2008

Way down at the southern tip of Manhattan is a little fort that was built in ’bout 1811 to keep out those pesky Brits. It’s called “Castle Clinton“, apparently named after the former governor of New York.

As odd as it may seem, it used to be the sole inhabitant of a small island off the tip of Manhattan. Long ago, they did some backfilling and it’s now squarely in Battery Park. I’ve always associated the “Battery” park’s name with Castle Clinton, ’cause it was a military installation and had a number of cannon in it. I believe that’s what the openings were for originally.

It’s got a great entrance area, with some wonderfully large studded doors. Inside, it’s open to the sky, with roofing at the inner edges of the circular structure.

But mainly, it’s just a Parks center where they sell tickets to get to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. They’ve got some displays in there, but nothing that rivets my attention, at least.

Well, there is a plaque that details how Castle Clinton has fared over the years. It doesn’t seem to have ever been used in wartime, but it was a “public center” where dignitaries were received including Lafayette, Andy Jackson, and Jenny Lind. Heck, for 45 years, it was even an aquarium.

Nowadays, it’s just a little place in the corner of Battery Park. It would be great in the rain as it has covered seating and a nice little view of some of the surrounding tall buildings.

It’s just one of those little places in the park that you see and have to wander through everytime you get near it. Nothing particularly special, but it is certainly a pleasant little place.

-H

Chaka Khan in Good Morning America’s Summer Concert Series

July 6, 2008

There was a free concert Friday morning. This was part of a series of concerts at Bryant Park featuring such music as Counting Crows, Usher, Cyndi Lauper, Boyz to Men, and a couple of others.

Hint: it was free in the sense of no money forked over. It sure wasn’t free as far as I was concerned.

I have to admit, I’m not a particular fan of Chaka Khan. I like her music, but I don’t know much of it and probably wouldn’t have gone if it cost anything. But that’s just my taste and takes nothing away from her talent. What I saw, I pretty much liked. She certainly does have talent, but…

It was in Bryant Park. The notice said from 7am to 9am. I instinctively knew it wouldn’t be a two hour concert. My instincts failed me in that it was really about a 9 minute concert. I got there at just about 7am and saw that it wasn’t that crowded.

Eventually, it did grow to a number of hundreds of listeners, but the park never came close to being even remotely filled.

For the first, oh, hour plus of the concert; very little happened. Chaka Khan was nowhere in sight. The band was playing the same one or two songs over and over and over again. And again. And occasionally doing some jamming…which morphed into the same song or two.

I was incredibly bored. Wow. I sat down and looked at people’s legs for about 30 minutes. There was no seating, but they had spread out a tarp of some sort. So, I sat and looked at people’s legs and tried to figure out what the heck I was doing there.

Bored I tell ya.

And then the GMA hosts came out. Here they are talking into their microphones. Not to the crowd, mind you. Their mics were geared to talking on the TV, not to the loudspeakers.

Yeah, we watched them mouth words. For all I knew they were hurling mighty invective towards the suckers that expected to hear something besides the same song or two, over and over.

About 8:30, we got the words that Chaka was on the way. Two minutes were called.

About five minutes later, Chaka came out and appeared to start singing. Her mic wasn’t on. The amazing thing is that we had watched some guy testing the mic earlier and having no luck with it. Apparently they expected that Chaka would overcome that particular hurdle. Thankfully, about 30 seconds into the song, she realized what was going on and stopped. Otherwise, it would have been one of those same tunes we have been listening to for so long.

I will say this: she did have some magic. She started testing it, failed, and then shouted out to the crowd that she was going to get it fixed. We heard her, then. She has a great voice. You could just seeing her dominating a concert hall with that strength.

A couple of minutes later, she came out and did one of the songs that had been playing over and over again. It was fine. I wasn’t overwhelmed…I had heard it before. Over and over before. I had even heard it sung: one of her backup singers had done it during the first hour. (And I had spent the time saying to myself: “I don’t think that’s Chaka. I haven’t seen her in years and years, but I don’t think it’s her.” Not to take anything away from the backup singer; she was pretty good.)

So, Chaka did her song and then got interviewed by the GMA hosts. I don’t want to even bother knowing who they are. They didn’t care if we heard them and I don’t care to know their names. The only time we heard their voices was when their voices leaked over Chaka’s mic to the loudspeakers.

Chaka then sang two more songs. One of which was the other song we had heard lo those many times (I think). I don’t really know her music so differentiating it was tough for me. Lots of the crowd knew the words, though. Not me.

I left before the third song finished. The below is what the crowd looked like at that point. Not crowded, but we had stood there in a very light rain. (And a lot of people had opened their umbrellas and didn’t care about blocking other’s view despite the very lightness of the rain. That was fascinating, but had nothing to do with the concert. Well, what there was of a concert.)

-H