I went back to Le Poisson Rouge because you can't get too much of a good thing. Well, actually you can, and Pux and I left about 2/3 of the way through because the music, while good, was also getting just a bit too much. We went to see Hauschka, who is a German pianist. The first part was excellent: he played the piano accompanied by a string quartet. It was great to watch creative people just play music and be happy. Don't get me wrong: I don't naively glamorize the life of the artist. Yes, it's great to be passionate about what you do, and artists/ dancers/ musicians/ writers have it the best in this regards, but they have it the worst when it comes to living off your profession. As in making a living.
Still, nice.
After that, Pux and I took a short walk to Washington Square Park. We admired the beautiful brownstones that overlook the park. You can peer through the windows of some of these houses. They are so beautiful. Stylish and cozy at the same time. It made me wish for a brain that could could invent a patent or be a stockbroker like no other so that I could be rich and live there. Yes, which would be in direct contrast to the first paragraph of this post where I expressed appreciation for the starving artist's life.
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The starving artist's life can only be fully appreciated by the rich.
Ponder that.
Sincerely,
Confucious
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