Blue, Blue Electric Rhapsody in Blue Over NYC

Last night a huge bright glow lit up the NYC sky, a gorgeous yet disturbing burst of blue clashing  with the darkness.

It wasn't the rapture or the apocalypse or a nuclear explosion or an alien mothership coming to invade our fair city (or perhaps rescue us from Donald Trump's America) -- no, it was a power plant in Astoria that went kablewy, a transformer explosion producing an "electrical arc." Thankfully, miraculously, there were no injuries or deaths and not even any long lasting power outages.

It was a true freak occurrence, a momentary flash.

I was watching the electric TV-machine (last Sunday's episode of Ray Donovan, not yet viewed by moi) when the screen blacked-out and my cable went down (then quickly rebooted itself, thank gawd). I jumped up and looked around to see what else had happened (again, amazingly, no alarm clocks were blinking, no other electrical systems hit). Then, in my backyard, I saw the blue haze, the "arc" in the sky, accompanied by a hum. I went outside and jumped up, trying to see more over the houses and trees, but saw nothing. Soon thereafter, the blue vanished. A crises had ended. And that was it.

This incident is being investigated so hopefully we'll know more soon about how it happened. Needless to say, social media had a field day with jokes about the whole thing. Hardy-har-har.

Perhaps the blue was a symbol of Democrats taking complete control over the New York State government in a few days. For my money, it was, as David Bowie sang, "blue, blue, electric blue", a real rhapsodic moment for the city. 

Give My Regards to Broadway (On and Off) in 2019

2019 is shaping up to be a big year in NYC theater. After the ball drops and the champagne bottles pop, the stages of this city will be the real New Year's party. 

On and off Broadway, we'll see the likes of Glenda Jackson (again), Annette Bening, Hugh Jackman, Adam Driver, Jake Gyllenthal, Daveed Diggs, Alan Cumming, Isabelle Huppert, Kelli O'Hara -- even John Larroquette! -- and so many more in a variety new plays and musicals and revivals. 

I already have tickets for Glenda Jackson's King Lear in March and cannot wait! Needless to say, a review will follow on this blog, so stay tuned. 

I love movies, including many old ones, but there's nothing like seeing great live theater. The emotional impact of brilliant dramaturgy is searing. This is especially the case when it comes to seeing legendary actors on stage -- unlike movies, where you can see the likes of Gary Cooper or Spender Tracey or Katherine Hepburn giving classic performances decades after their deaths -- you can only see, say Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellan, on stage only a few times in a lifetime. Great actors, like all human beings, won't live forever and, one day, you won't be able to see them on stage ever again. (My mom once saw Vivian Leigh on stage!).

That's why I was touched to read this obituary of a Japanese-American dancer who was in the original Broadway version of On the Town -- during WWII no less. She lived an amazing, trailblazing life, ending at the age of 99. Her life, her story, have an "only in America" theme -- and it's a reminder that great talents' appearances on the stage are fleeting, and should be appreciated when they are.  

"Hamilton" at The Kennedy Center Honors

Happy Holidays from NYC

Gotta Love New Yorkers

Most news is "news" because it's bad news so, during this holiday season, it's heartwarming to read stories like this one -- about a non-profit group that saves leftover food from NYC restaurants and supermarkets and literally delivers it to homeless shelters and food kitchens. 

At first, when I read this story, my cynicism was activated: oh great, another story of a tech start-up that's "doing good" by scraping literal crumbs off the table for the poor, yet another example of our weak social safety net being substituted by a well-intentioned but inadequately resourced charity, yet glaring another example of our broader societal failure to take care of the least amongst us. 

The failures of our collective societal action remains but, as I kept reading this story, my cynicism gave way to admiration. There really is a lot of food waste everywhere, it's basically an unavoidable problem, so the fact that these people are transforming leftovers into literal meals for the destitute -- and doing it with great speed and efficiency -- is an amazing thing. 

If only we could get this kind of ingenuity into our government, and if only our society and policies were this generous, our country and our world would be a better place. At least here in NYC we're giving it an admirable try, one saved meal at a time.

The name of the organization is Rescuing Leftover Cuisine and here's a talk the founder gave at Google earlier this year. 

Penny Marshall, RIP

Penny Marshall died yesterday at the age of 75. A Bronx native, she began as an actress on the TV show Laverne and Shirley before becoming a movie director of such classics as Big, A League of Their Own, and Awakenings.

Big and Awakenings are both great NYC movies, although they couldn't be more different.

Big is a magical-realist comedy about a boy who becomes a man after getting his wish granted by a genie. It's most famous moment is when Tom Hanks and Robert Loggia dance and play "Chopsticks" on the big piano at FAO Schwartz. 

Awakenings, on the other hand, is a very realistic drama based on the true story of Oliver Sacks, and the patients he treated at a hospital in the Bronx. Starring Robert De Niro and Robin Williams, it's a beautiful and tragic story of bare humanity and dashed hope. It's one of the most affecting movies I've ever seen.

Penny Marshall was a trailblazing talent who will be sorely missed.

P.S. Today is the 20th anniversary of another Tom Hanks NYC classic -- You've Got Mail, an ode to the Upper West Side. It's a fun, fluffy movie on the one hand but, on the other, it's a prescient story about gentrification -- an old fashioned movie that was way ahead of its time.

P.P.S. Apropos of nothing, did you know that Howard Stern made his movie debut in 1986 in a horrible and otherwise totally forgotten movie called Ryder PI? I've never seen it but, I'm just guessing, he's probably the only good thing in it!

Review: "Black Rain" (1989)

NYC movies are a metaphorical dime-a-dozen -- but movies about displaced New Yorkers, people from the city but far from home, are an interesting sub-genre that's quickly becoming my favorite. 

Recently I saw one such movie, Black Rain from 1989, starring Michael Douglas, about an NYC cop who goes to Japan. He and his partner (played by Andy Garcia) witness a mob hit by a member of the Yakuza and, after they arrest him, are tasked to bring him home -- only to lose him as soon they arrive in Japan. What follows is a classic "cat-and-mouse" plot, lots of violence, lots of action, lots of cops and bad guys yelling at each other, lots of badassery and nonesuch. It's a noirish thriller of crime and culture clash and, while not a great movie, it's a lot of fun -- the kind of well-made pulpy movie they don't really make anymore. 

"New York is a grey area," says the Douglas character at one point, when trying to explain his hometown to his Japanese counterpart. This movie is about the constant moral grey zone all New Yorkers live in, and how we can never escape it -- even when we go to the other side of the world.

This is a great movie to see if you like noir crime movies, like NYC, like Japan, like Michael Douglas (before he was doing streaming shows about him being an old man), and just like fun movies (I also like it because they filmed part of it near where I live). You can find Black Rain on Showtime Anytime or Showtime On Demand. Check it out. 

Two Very Different Views of NYC

A view from Central Park in the morning ...


















... and a view of the Douglaston train station that night.

Beastie Boys on WTF

The Beastie Boys is one of the greatest rap groups in the world -- and they've been around for more than 30 years. The second album I ever bought was License to Ill, and they followed it up with other great albums like Check Your Head and Hello Nasty, spawning classic songs like "What'cha Want?" and "Sabotage". One of their founding members, Adam Yauch, died a few years ago but the other two members, Ad-Roc and Mike D, are still alive, well, and making music.

If you're a Beastie fan, you MUST listen to this interview on Marc Maron's WTF. Sons of NYC, they talk a lot about their music and childhoods in NYC. My favorite moment is when talks about going to buy back to school clothes at Morris Brothers, the late great department store on the Upper West Side that all Westside youngsters, yours truly included, shopped at as kids. If you want to know what it was like to grow up in this town back in the day, you won't do better than this. 

Welcome to the Real Digital Underground

Fifteen years ago this week, the American army caught Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein hiding in an underground bunker -- also called a "spider hole." Nine months after the start of our ill-conceived invasion, the Butcher of Baghdad was still in hiding, moving around out of sight but not out of mind, staying underground as much as he could, and successfully evading capture -- until his luck ran out. Osama Bin Laden was a much more successful underground dweller, hiding out for almost a decade after 9/11 until he was found (not underground actually) and killed in Pakistan.

There's something scary but also exciting about the idea of an "underground" existence -- being  everywhere and nowhere, being alone but also free, being able to be who you want to be without anyone else rendering judgment. Being separated from a crazy, evil world, living on your own terms. Until, of course, your luck runs out. 

What does it mean to go "underground" or live in an "underworld"? How long can we do it -- before we get caught? 

My thoughts about what it means to be "underground" or in an "underworld" were further spurred when I read this article about a fellow NYC blogger who, for more than 25 years, has been producing a publication (first as a zine, then as a blog) about opera. He's a perfect example of someone who started out as an outsider, a troublemaker, an "underground" character, only to be embraced by the very people and world that, at first, would want nothing to do with him. The article says that his blog is still "underground" but, when you're featured in the Times and permitted access to a rarefied world, you are underground no longer. 

Except for once upon a time being linked to the New York Times now defunct City Room blog roll, Mr NYC has avoided any kind of mainstream, establishment attachment. Nary a magazine, a newspaper, an online publication, a TV or radio station, a podcast -- nothing! -- has corrupted this blog with any kind of attention. 

Detractors might say, it's because the blog sucks. Fans might say it's because Mr NYC is too good for, you know, Da' Man, The Squares, the bourgeoisie.

Either way, Mr NYC remains very much an "underground" phenomenon, adrift in the vast sea of the Internet, a digital secret -- like that great out-of-the-way neighborhood, or downstairs restaurant, or hole-in-the-wall bar (pick your analogy) that few people know about but, for those who do, they love it, cherish it, and hold it close. 

Mr NYC is probably the only thing in this city that isn't being colonized by money and attention -- and, for that, I expect you all to be very grateful. 

So, if you're a Mr NYC reader/detractor/fan/whatever, you have discovered the real digital underground, a real Internet spider-hole, an underworld all its own.

Congratulations! Enjoy your stay!