“You can search through the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself and that person is not to be found anywhere. You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserves your love and affection.”—Guatama Buddha
Every once in awhile I’ll second guess a memory, like “did that really happen?” or “how was that my life?” After confirming yep, that was me I usually have a smile on my face. Now I’m wondering where the hell my Police t-shirt went!
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Bravo! Bravo! Well said. I couldn’t have said it any better.
Ten years ago today I was 20 years old and living in New York City for the first time over the summer. Landing an apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn and various internships within the music industry my summer was a complete dream come true.
I had three internships over the course of three months, which keep things interesting. I don’t remember the exact setup of my schedule but it went something like this Monday/Wednesday at Big Hassel a PR company for acts like The Strokes, Kings of Leon, Rufus Wainright, etc. then Tuesday/Thursday at Astralworks, the record label for Fat Boy Slim, Basement Jaxx and Röyksopp. I spent my Friday’s stupid happy interning at Definitive Jux Records, home of El-P, Aesop Rock and RJD2.
Thursday August 14, 2003 was an epic day that I’ll never forget. I had already started the day out on a slightly hung-over but naturally giddy high. Just days prior while delivering concert tickets to the messenger office at Rolling Stone magazine this extremely hot guy rushed to follow me back to the elevator. He asked if I would be at the show that night. I nervously answered, “Yes! See you there,” as the elevator doors were closing.
We met at that show and sparked an exciting relationship. A few days later he invited me to attend the Bob Dylan concert with him and his follow co-workers in a box at Hammerstein Ballroom on August 14.
The day finally came and I was beyond excited and looking forward to my evening. After cutting and pasting some articles about Astralwerks artists I was eager to finalize my details for the evening. Sitting in the lounge at my internship desk, I called his office. We were just getting into details of where to meet for the show when the phone line dropped and the power went out!
Within a few minutes we realized that the power was out all over Manhattan. That’s when my boss’s cell phone rang. It was the Chemical Brothers on the line. They were in a cab on the way to MTV studios when the power outage caused complete chaos and traffic jams across the island. We instructed them to head to our offices while we all assessed the power situation.
They called all the interns into the conference room to assemble press copies of albums in an attempt to keep us busy until the staff figured out what to do. I tired calling my guy back via my cell phone but nothing would go through. I assumed the concert was cancelled.
Then the President of Astralwerks called me into his office. He liked me. We had established a friendship just a few weeks after being there. He offered me a Heineken, a seat and then introduced me to the Chemical Brothers. They were telling me about the chaos outside while we all speculated about causes of the power outage. After hanging for a bit we all decided to watch the chaos from the buildings rooftop. Going up five or so flights of stairs in complete darkness was challenging but it was fun and exciting to watch it all from above.
After a few hours pass everyone is trying to figure out how to get home. No subways are operating, no cabs are available and buses can’t even make it from stop to stop without traffic lights. I decided that I would just walk home. I head southbound through Manhattan and over to the Williamsburg Bridge during my five mile walk home. It was such an unreal scene. The only way to get back to Brooklyn was over one of the bridges so they shut down the Brooklyn bound lanes so that pedestrians could walk home. I vividly remember walking in my flip-flops, hoping that they don’t give me blisters, as the sun went down and hearing in my head, “It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.”
Walking through the neighborhoods to my apartment I witnessed a real community feel in Brooklyn. Families and neighbors banned together to have BBQs and not waste any food in their fridges that had no power. Cars were blasting music to keep everyone entertained. It was a different New York that night, but one that I loved!
Back at my apartment building there was a huge communal BBQ going on in our backyard. Everyone pitched in to help out and keep everyone entertained. The guy I was supposed to meet for the concert biked over and hung out in the backyard while we watched a movie on my laptop. After a few hours the party died down and I went to watch the dark city from my neighbors rooftop. I was determined to stay up incase power came back on in Manhattan. I wanted to watch the city light up on building at a time thinking that it would be so magical. Hours passed and I fell asleep on the rooftop. Brooklyn didn’t have power back on until mid-day the next day.