South of my Specific

“Just one seat, please” I told him, and slipped my plastic student id card under the box office glass. $20 later (perhaps the best way to spend such an amount) and I’d rented myself a magical piece of real estate – the only sort of space that brings the world to you. Perched like a bird up on the balcony, it was three hours of song and three hours of feet tapping and three hours of rocking back and forth with arms wrapped tight because the swell of the music was almost too much to bear sometimes. Bali Hai always does it – I don’t know how it couldn’t. all of them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81NROmUb7o0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMO72_TF9JY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1qpQb11YWc

I can’t quite explain it, but I was very far away from New York tonight.