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ACDC, Tarry Lodge Redone Batalized, and Cindy Sherman @ Metro Pictures

November 15, 2008

There have been three highlights since the last post first seeing ACDC live at Madison Square Garden , second going to Mario Batali and Joe Bastiniach’s new Tarry Lodge in Portchester, New York, and third briefly attending Cindy Sherman’s first opening sine 2004 with the painter and tour guide Michael Zwack.

ACDC was amazing!  Tour Guide Ron Whitacker told me that they were playing on my days off and I planned parking my car taking the subway down and got a ticket while waiting on the standby line when someone offering a single plus the service charge sold it to me.  They opened with “Rock and Roll Train” which I thought was Runaway train and blasted on through to “Highway to Hell” with all the illuminated red devil’s horns flashing while Angus (Young made the devils horns signs afterwards).  The band was on and the cannon salute ‘For Those about to Rock” was astounding).  That night I got my ya-yas out.

A couple of nights affterwards I joined my mother and another tour guide for dinner at the Tarry Lodge (which is a redone version of the old Tarry Lodge {in Portchester , New York just before the crossing over the Byram River which brings one into Greenwhich, Conneticut} the buillding for which was there for over a hundred years and in the last incarnation was a family pizza joint which offered a full menu).  It had gone high scale offering pizza but a full tratorria’s selection .   The walls were glowing dark lemon yellow and I had raw tuna salad, octopus with baby potatos,  squid ink pasta with lobster, one glass of red wine, and grapefruit sorbet with panacotta for dessert.  My mother is just like the one in the movie with Ben Stiller by the  Farrelly Brothers”Along Came Polly” where the mother must try to humiliate the son she never fails to find some way to show that she is the dominant force in the world and that she has the power to destroy at will and she will (the only way to defeat her is to use her own treachery against her by having as little feeling as she feigns to possess).

Next having thought I had missed the Cindy Sherman opening at Metro Pictures the night of Dinner with Momzo this itinerant blogger phoned the famous Metro Pictures (a great name like David Reed’s Moving Pictures Yes! Non?) and found it was that night.  I got back from a Brooklyn tour (which becomes a Times Square Express like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly) and getting back saw Cindy Sherman/Robert Longo Buffalo compatriot painter and tour guide Michael Zwack(he is in an exhibition upcoming at the Metropolitan) and said it was now( lets cab it over there). He agreed to go and once there we ran into artnet editor Walter Robinson and looked at the work of an older Ms. Sheman posed for what seemed to be portraits of aristocratic women in elegant abounds perhaps one being Isabella Stweart Gardener the other perhaps a countess or the Queen of Hearts from Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland”.  Perhaps one scene was at the Cloisters? Perhaps the lapdog in another was real? Perhaps it was not?  Then we walked away as other friends of Zwack showed as well as John Waters in an iridescent Blue sports Jacket with black trim and a much younger man   ( though not quite a boy) at his side.  Then walking around to put his coat behind the gallery desk was the current Cindy Sheman boyfreind David Byrne of the Talking Heads with spiked white hair and a long black coat.  Mr. Zwack introduced me to Cindy and I was quite pleased at meeting the pretty woman with the nice blonde hair. Earlier we had run into Joe Franklin as we walked out of the front door of the bus terminal. We cabbed it back to Times Square and I made it back to hold sway on the eight fifteen night tour.

ps.  When i came to the part of the tour where I do the spoken word version of “It ain’t no party it ain’t no disco it ain’t no fooling around its’ not the Mudd Club” and then I say changing the lyrics “its’ C.B.G.B’s”… “I aint got time for that now” I mentioned of course I had just run into those words’ first ennuciator.   Of course now C.B.G.B’s is a John Vavartos store which you can go into and perhaps peruse some of the original posters and memrobilia which they keep alive within for effect.