After the show I made my way with some very scant directions, to the Bahai Centre, and took my seat

Last night I met with Chris McNulty ,an Australian jazz singer who has been living 24 years in New York and, it's actually thanks to her that I ended up here at Fatima and Davids apartment in Fort Greene, scottish bus travel Brooklyn as Chris had put out the word through her network that I was looking for a place. Chris and I had never met in person, but our mutual friend list is broad , and the minute we set eyes on each other it felt as natural as breathing to spend time together. Another friend of Chris's joined us, Graham Wood, a pianist who owns the club, 'Ellingtons', a very upmarket jazz venue in Perth, as well as being head of music at Waapa (West Australian scottish bus travel Performing Arts Academy). We sat and ate and chatted as the predicted thunderstorm unleashed it's fury outside, quite spectacular really with lightening bolts creating a brilliant light show between the tall buildings. After dinner Chris and I walked and talked under the shelter of her umbrella, popped into a couple of jazz rooms including The Bar Next Door and 55 Club, but didn't stay, ending up instead outside the Blue Note while Chris shared stories of people she had heard sing there including Ella Fitgerald and other jazz legends, and also her own performances. Chris is in a deeply sensitive space having lost her son a year ago, and her eyes held the deep pain and longing that only people who lose children can know. Both her music, and her sons music can be found online, he is known as Chap One.
Next day I decided to book half-price tickets to a Broadway show so I shuffled off to the TKTS booth in Jay-Metro Tech. I am so darn local now it's not funny!! A guy I met on the subway suggested I see Fela! which is the story of Nigerian singer, musician and activist Fela Kuti, so, I took his advice and booked my ticket, $65 and right smack bang in the front row centre!! I left the ticket office and walked over Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan, and made my way to the United Nations building where I intended scottish bus travel to sing the song I composed, Lifting The Veil. On arrival, my camera battery died(sigh) and a part of me was almost relieved as I could feel that to just launch into this right here in front of everyone would be difficult and perhaps not appropriate. I took a tour and enjoyed the commmentry by our guide, Tiffany, and at a suitable moment, mentioned the song to her and shared the lyrics, to which she said, 'Hey, I'm going to a a poetry night at the New York Bahai Centre, why don't you come and share your song there?", so, I decided I would after the show. The tour finished and I made the decision to come back the next day with my camera all fired up!
I quickly scottish bus travel headed back to the apartment, the straight scottish bus travel out again to the show. It would be impossible to share how amazing Fela! was. This is a show that must be seen to be appreciated. I laughed, I sang, I cried, I felt so many feelings, and I sat there in the almost entirely black audience and felt more at home than ever. There is talk of the show coming to Australia, and while I don't think it would be quite as incredible as seeing it right there on Broadway in the Hirschfeld Theatre, built in 1924, I would still say it's one not to miss. It's provocative scottish bus travel and entertaining, both visually scottish bus travel and emotionally as it portrays so many aspects of life for a passionate man trying to stand up for truth, scottish bus travel as he saw it.
After the show I made my way with some very scant directions, to the Bahai Centre, and took my seat once again amongst the various scottish bus travel afro-american performance poets, who truly took my breath away with their impassioned performances and literary skill. I took my turn and sang Lifting The Veil to a very enthusiastic response both before and after the show, and many email addresses scottish bus travel and CDs were exchanged. Something was changing: I was beginning to see the life behind the scenes of New York, the people who tell their stories, gather with other like-minded souls and share in an open and honest way on so many subjects, It was refreshing and once again I felt so completely comfortable in this company. scottish bus travel That night it was after 2 before scottish bus travel I came home, but the excitement of it all still didn't allow me to sleep until well after 3. Needless to say, a slow start next day.
So today, my last full day in New York, I once again headed back to the UN to repeat the tour and take many pictures so I could, as Tiffany suggested, make my video clip using stills as a slide show-perfect! While I was waiting for the tour to begin, I chanced upon a room off to one corner, a meditation room, and began to read the graphic outside before taking a look. Anyone who has heard the story of the concept for the Veil video clip about the person meditating, sitting with no visible signs of their belief, in an empty room and of the light that is a shaft that is before the person meditating, would be like me, so blown away by what I read, and what I saw. I took pictures of it, but suffice to say for now, that it spoke of my concept, as if I had of read this two years ago when I wrote the song, in fact, the whole trip to the UN was like walking into a dream I had so long ago. The next thing was amazing. There was young man sitting in the room, by himself, just quietly contemplating the space. I decided to ask him to film me singing scottish bus travel the song in this space, and he generously agreed. It was such a moment in life of perfect scottish bus travel alignment with spirit, a real case of serendipity. The young man, Elrick lived in Canada, his mother is Iraqi, his father Indian,and he was born in Turkey. This of course comprised many of the places that the veil video clip would encompass, ahhh, it's so hard to convey to you what I was experiencing with all this magic going on! I'm sure there will be more to share when I get back, the deeper layers of this great mystery scottish bus travel that has opened me up and brought me to life in ways I may never have known, scottish bus travel had I decided not to take this trip.
To wrap things up, I made Devorah, my very first couchsurfing host, a simple meal back here, and we have just said goodnight. Tomorrow if I can I will see the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir before leaving for the airport, with, I'm sure, a great sense of anticipation to see my loved ones, and a tear in my eye for the closing chapter of such a wonderful four week adventure. Twenty-four hours in the air and I'll be on Australian soil once again, a new woman, the same, but different, and so very grateful to the people who helped make this happen with their gifts, their love and their belief scottish bus travel that I truly deserved to have my first official holiday without working. I especially want to thank my dear mother, Gladys May Lord, 1930-1993, for instilling in me a love of new experiences, of an interest in people of all ethnicities, and a natural curiosity for life and the many delights to be found. I felt you with me on this whole trip Mum, and I love you with all my heart.