New York has
many embodiments of identity. The New Yorker would call the five boroughs the
center of culture and disregard everything west of the Hudson River as a
wasteland. The bubble life of small town folk might sneer suspiciously at
Manhattan for to them it holds the opposite of their core values. The foreigner
conjures images of the green lady that is Statue of Liberty and the dazzling
lights of theater central – Broadway. As a Chicago-land resident for most of my
life I hold New York against the light of Chicago, perhaps aware that we got
the Windy City nickname from a New York World reporter in the Gilded Age (early
1890’s) that referred to our backwards and corrupt Middle-America city. I’d say
we make mobsters, food, sports icons, and corruption famous not because they
all hold virtuous qualities (murder and theft not being two of them). New York
holds these similar icons, foibles and tragedies as well as Chicago, Los
Angeles, San Francisco or Atlanta does – New York City just seems to move on
with a chip on its shoulder.
City
planners, elected officials, art patrons and patriotic residents of Chicago and
New York underwent a revolution of revitalization since the early 1990’s. The
image of the decayed, dying and violent city that unfolded in the large inner
cities of America from the 1950’s to the 1980’s had many causes, not the least
of them the White Flight to the suburbs and classic American industries turning
into rusted factories and urban dystopias – a downside of globalization. Though
many of those troubled areas of Chicago’s South and West sides and New York’s
Bronx and Brooklyn neighborhoods still exist, those forward thinkers knew to
save their beloved cities inside and out and have them be a beacon as much as
the Statue of Liberty and the Water Tower were they would have to invest.
Neighborhoods were transformed, with some controversial moves, such as with the
brutality towards homeless and unemployed in the late 80’s within Manhattan’s
East Village. Public art, commerce, mass transit and clean-up efforts were
robustly funded, earning bright marks with honorable images in T.V and film and
ever increasing tourist industries.
I came to
New York to be awe struck by the modern culture of the inner city, creative
food destinations and share the experience of a lifetime with my new fiancé. I’ve
highlighted specific cultural journeys I took in Manhattan that perhaps you
would like to one day see for yourself.
Broadway (2 shows)
“THEY
SAY THE NEON LIGHTS ARE BRIGHT ON BROADWAY
THEY SAY THERE'S ALWAYS MAGIC IN THE AIR”
George Benson knew a thing or two
about his Broadway of old. To visit Broadway you are likely to encounter the
ADD liquid crystal, ads-a-plenty, tourist trap that is Times Square. Don’t get
me wrong, the phenomenon that American’s watch every New Years Eve feels vivid
and overwhelming once you step inside the crowded public square, just south of
midtown. One could spend hours staring at the ads, get sucked into a chain
store nightmare of the multiple stories of a Disney store or Forever 21. The
night turned day by the artificial light of man reminds me of Las Vegas, and Vegas’
strip of Times Square. I am not sure if
New York purists wish that the nudie parlors and dangerous street corners of
pre-1995 Times Square would return to spite the odd salute to capitalism.
Peter and the Starcatcher at the
Brooks Atkinson Theater on West 47th
Adapted from
the Dave Barry/Ridley Pearson trilogy about Peter Pan and the cast of
characters before the events of J.M Barrie’s initial Pan story, this five time
Tony award winning production brought children into two hours of wonder and
adults back into their adolescence, reminding them now and then to laugh with
their awareness of maturity. The adaptation is clever in their Minimalist staging,
using ropes to simulate waves and dynamic character actors, some of which play
up to seven parts, large and small. All we needed was period costumes, the
occasional and laugh till you cry over-the-top performance of Matthew Saldivar
as Black Stache (Captain Hook) and supporting cast and you have money well
spent. Despite some slow beats in the second act and a so-so performance by my
standards for Adam Chanler-Beret as Boy (Peter Pan), Celia Kenan-Bolger’s Molly
reminds us that she deserved a Tony. My Ally was upset (perhaps still to this
day) that we just missed Christian Borle (Broadway actor and co-star on NBC’s
SMASH) as Black Stache.
RENT
Consider the
art forms that so influence their field that they change the direction of
theater, music, art and film forever. RENT by Jonathan Larson brought youthful
exuberance back to theater in 1996 with sympathetic characters, social issues
such as AIDS, and a soundtrack that fed off of the alternative rock music craze
that I still hold affection for in that decade. Having lived at Broadway’s
Nederlander Theater from 1996 to 2008, making RENT the 9th longest
running show in history, it faded away from Broadway for two years to open up
productions of any college, small theater or high school who wished to run the show.
Re-opening at Off-Broadway at the New World Stages in 2010, I was excited to
see RENT in small, intimate theater, much like it would have been in 1995/96
before it became a cultural phenomenon. I enjoyed RENT so much more the second
time around, having discussed the characters, the short life of tortured
artist/waiter Jonathan Larson and tripped over solo renditions of Seasons of
Love and La Vie Boheme in my car. I could have done without a few of the
hipster touches to the show and the need I say bad acting but good singing of
the Roger. RENT has energy, off the wall humor (especially with this rendition
of Over the Moon by the Maureen understudy) and enough heart to remind the
audience how important compassion, expression and community can be if we put
down the financial ledger for two seconds.
Rockefeller Center
Ally could
sense the tickling anticipation I held, ever the Humanities professor, as we
walked from our hotel west on 50th to the brilliant civic project
that is Rockefeller Center. Home to NBC studios where the Today Show and SNL
are filmed, the center bears the name of the oil rich history and unbridled
wealth of the Rockefeller family. Given the task of managing the adjusted for
inflation 256 billion dollars made by his miserly, Mr. Burns-like father, John
D. Rockefeller Jr, his wife Abby and son Nelson, decided to use a small portion
of their wealth in a series of skyscrapers adorned with Art Deco. This was all
in place of the original idea of a simple opera house, which eventually became
Radio City Music Hall.
Ally and I
took a one-hour art tour of the complex, gathering enough interesting material
by my estimation to teach an entire lesson. Next time in New York we will take
the NBC studio tour. We had our Community, Office and other NBC legendary shows
fulfilled with a trip to the studio store, across the way from the glass
windows of The Today Show.
Go up 87
stories to the Top of the Rock (30 Rockefeller Center) and some of the greatest
views of Manhattan are within the palm of your hand. If Ally hadn’t reminded me
that we had other things to see to, including our tummies that ached for
Bouchon Bakery pastries, I would have stared at the architecture of Manhattan
all day from that great height below a cloudless sky on that early Saturday afternoon.
Birdland
Named for
the famous Bebop Jazz virtuoso Charlie Parker, Birdland closed down and then
moved from the original location on West 52nd Street to the current
location in the Theater District. Once a famous hangout for Miles Davis, John
Coltrane, Frank Sinatra and Marilyn Monroe, our last night in New York was spent
at Birdland for what was referred to as the ‘Gold Standard of open mic nights.’
Jim Caruso’s Cast Party has been running on Monday evenings for nine years at
Birdland, allowing Broadway stars and incredible amateur vocal and musical
talent of all ages (we saw a 15 year old Jazz singer and a 17 year old
violinist) to perform with a three-piece jazz backup for a packed house. Ally
delighted in seeing stars from one of her favorite shows Jersey Boys perform on
stage and playfully heckle the hilarious and loose MC Jim Caruso. Though a
night at Birdland can be expensive, and the food and drinks in my experience
were decent at best, those performances are worth the price at the door.
Ellis Island
Though Ally
and I stepped off on Liberty Island to get a look at the lovely copper lady, I
could not report much for the majority of the 125 year old structure is under
maintenance. She’s an old broad after all. The real treat was Ellis Island for
I knew my history resided within those walls that saw millions of immigrants
come through its doors from 1892 to 1927.
Past the
gymnasium-like rooms of the entry centers you will find the Family Information
room. Here you pay a flat $6 fee to search through registries with help from
Ellis Island historians for your ancestors. With an honest tear in my eye I
found my Great-Grandfather Stephano’s (I’m named after him) original entry
information from 1910 and when he came back in 1920. Letting them take my
credit card for a ride with $50 dollars in fees to acquire personal copies of
the registry to bring home, I printed out a copy of Stephano’s 1910 manifest as
well as the 1921 manifest of my Aunt Anita and Great-Grandma Assuta when they
came over in 1921 from Italy. There is a price to pay to know where we come
from. However I am assured that what we
do with that information can remind us of the American Dream we make for
ourselves much like my ancestors did when they saw the fading copper of the
Statue of Liberty and were allowed to pursue their own happiness when they were
stamped for entry into the United States.