Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

  https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/the-cure-live-rarities-1234733522/ The Cure show in MSG was unmissable and I'm so glad we went. I was thrilled to see an all-ages kind of crowd. Some of the kids are alright, or at least have commendable taste in music. We took this video: Mary went too, she got last minute tickets upstairs and ha ha, took the exact same video we did but from a different angle: I mean, Just Like Heaven --  who in that place was not taking a video? But this was not, frankly, a consistent goings-on. I noticed this when it was only me and like some other old lady at the end of the row freaking out and singing along when they played Six Different Ways or Burn or like, the song before Friday I'm in Love on the album. Because, yeah. It's only the old folks who actually were forced to listen to the whole damn cassette tape over and over and over again. It's hard to skip a song on a cassette tape so you just listen to them all. And then you know a

On Friday we saw a show at 59e59 called Prejudice and Pride. It was a gender role reversal set in modern day Tennessee of Pride and Prejudice. It was also a musical.  It was a fun show, go see it. Two things of note: 1) One of the actors either was or looked a shit ton like a guy that I was introduced to at a recent work conference. This conference happened during the Time of the Wildfires -- One of those days a couple months ago when the forest fires in Quebec were raging and all the smoke turned Manhattan orange.  NYC Freaks out about Orange Sky Many people who had signed up for the conference, including a few speakers, canceled due to the smoke. Margaret, the conference organizer, is from California. Margaret was well and truly flabbergasted by all the New Yorkers who actually would fail to show up to an indoor event due to a "little bit" of smoke outside. Or, all euphemisms aside, she was fucking pissed.  And fair enough, really. Everybody has a stash of N95s in their kit

  The Yacht Rock Review On the exact same day and time as last year, we headed down to Pier 17 to watch the Yacht Rock Revue. This is the band that coined the term "yacht rock" which... is a term that I think means whatever this band decides it means.  All I can say is the crowd goes wild when they play that Piña colada getting caught in the rain song or the Brandy what a fine girl song or the She's a man eater song... tunes like this that blared out of your mom's radio unit that literally had legs and stood on the floor.  But whatever the song is, rest assured you will know all the words even if you have no idea where or when you learned them. It's a hoot and the band is great... "they sure found their niche" is how Tom D. put it.  After the show ended, we told Andy and Stace and Kelly and Tom D that we'd take the subway up to Moynahan Station with them and grab a drink at the new bar in there. They had some time before their trains, and so, sure. E