No, wait, background first: since January, I've been slowly chipping away at the new recording project. It's been a much more relaxed, easy-going endeavor than my deer-in-the-headlights debut. I realized that for my next CD, I had a choice in my approach. I could take everything I learned the first time around and really capitalize on it to make a really kickass recording, or I could take everything I learned the first time around and relax into it and have fun. I've chosen the latter. And it's great. Slow-going at times, just in accommodating people's schedules, but fun.
But then, sometimes opportunities come up that one just can't ignore. So when it came time to figure out what to do with my gospel a cappella song, and when Jimmy Hayes responded graciously to a random request from a two-bit songwriter out in the Canadian wilderness, the next thing you know I'm booking a flight to New York City to record with The Persuasions.
If that isn't the coolest crazy random thing to happen to me, I'm not sure what is. For the past few weeks, I haven't even been able to fathom what is about to happen.
But now my departure date is less than a week away, and my mind is fraught with logistics. Public transit. Airports. Hotels. Where to leave the car. How to meet up with people. What to pack. What I need to get done before I go. Instructions for the cat.And then every once in a while, I flip through the AAA tourism book and wonder what I want to do in my free time. The thing is, having left the land of popular culture so long ago, a lot of the significance of the city is lost on me. My friend Dan, who brought me a map and the tour book, pointed out all the highlights, and all the boroughs and locations that have been mentioned on various movies, plays, TV shows. I didn't get any of them. The significance of all these places were lost on me, sadly. The only thing that perked me up was the mention of Chinatown – "Fish and vegetable markets sell the freshest ingredients available…" and suddenly I had visions of bringing home a nice fresh, fat juicy fish head to steam, the first time since I lived in Newfoundland.
Which provides a sad case in point, that I'm a hopeless asian redneck. I'm going to the most famous city in the world, and the thing that excites me most is finally being able to buy some fish heads and chicken feet straight from the market. I don't imagine my generous host will be too impressed.