David Byrne's "Playing the Building"
Or, what I did this weekend:
http://www.davidbyrne.com/art/art_projects/playing_the_building/index.php
I went to NYC to drive a friend and a cat to the city, and while I was there I played an entire building via an old organ, a bunch of wires, some solenoids, some motors, and David Byrne. I really had fun wandering around the city, walking Greenwich Villge and Chelsea at night, exploring the Chelsea Market today, which is architecturally luscious, and has some damn good bakeries as well. Mmm, dark chocolate ganache cupcakes. My apologies to anyone I failed to return phone calls to, I was as usual trying to pack too much stuff into too little time, and also, I never hear that damn Treo phone ring.
I drove past the WTC site for the first time since I watched the buildings fall live on TV. Pretty intense.
That's understated. It was a strange correlation with exploring reclaimed buildings and the gaping absence of building that was the site.
I drove cheerfully out of the city thinking "Why the hell don't I come here more often? Why has it been more than a year since I visited, what with the free place to stay and all?". Then I hit the traffic. Then I stayed in The Traffic allllll the way past Stamford. Yeah.
http://www.davidbyrne.com/art/art_projects/playing_the_building/index.php
I went to NYC to drive a friend and a cat to the city, and while I was there I played an entire building via an old organ, a bunch of wires, some solenoids, some motors, and David Byrne. I really had fun wandering around the city, walking Greenwich Villge and Chelsea at night, exploring the Chelsea Market today, which is architecturally luscious, and has some damn good bakeries as well. Mmm, dark chocolate ganache cupcakes. My apologies to anyone I failed to return phone calls to, I was as usual trying to pack too much stuff into too little time, and also, I never hear that damn Treo phone ring.
I drove past the WTC site for the first time since I watched the buildings fall live on TV. Pretty intense.
That's understated. It was a strange correlation with exploring reclaimed buildings and the gaping absence of building that was the site.
I drove cheerfully out of the city thinking "Why the hell don't I come here more often? Why has it been more than a year since I visited, what with the free place to stay and all?". Then I hit the traffic. Then I stayed in The Traffic allllll the way past Stamford. Yeah.