As always, Anna managed to wrangle a beautiful welcome out of New York. Within three hours of landing at JFK, I was elbowing my way towards five figures bathed in bright blue light on a cramped little stage in downtown Brooklyn. Four of them were standing around a fifth, who was sitting in the middle, hunched over a detached kick drum. With a tap from the second drummer (sitting behind a full kit in the back) the guy in the middle started to whack his drum in time with the second drummer's quicker taps. Each time he raised the drumstick, you could see muscle groups under his shoulder tightening in time with the beat, beginning a song that I was about to love. The music was great, the beer delicious, and through a lunatic haze of my own making (eight hours of sleep over the past three days, six time zones away) the whole night constituted a reassuring moment: New York is still glamorous and ludicrous and awesome and - most importantly - I still want to live there.

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Alejandro
NY is awesome, hope i can come visit. take care Nate