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New York City.

...and apparently, I always will. Melancholy from Maciej Dvorak on Vimeo .

The night Lennon was shot

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Sometimes you have no recollection what you were doing during a life-changing moment in history, but I can tell you precisely what I was doing the night Lennon was shot. I was in New York City.  And I was waiting for Jim Lauderdale to start his set. At the time he wasn't Jim the Grammy winner, he was Jim the talented, but largely unknown musician by night and office worker at Rolling Stone Magazine, by day. For me, it was the year I took off from college in 1980, when I lived in a sublet on Riverside Drive on the Upper West Side. That particular night I remember very well, Jim asked if I wanted to come hear him play an acoustic set at the East Side YMCA. I did, naturally, and invited another college friend to join me. We met at the Y and took our seats in the echoey hall.  I believe it was on 72nd street.  Well,  I think it was 72nd, it might have been 79th. I know is that it seemed to be directly across Central Park from and the Dakota, where the Lennon's li

Dark Shadows: It explains a lot.

Clearly, this was a show that didn't seem so far fetched to a kid abruptly transplanted from New Orleans, to New England, who now lived in a cluttered little home across the street from a graveyard and abandoned church in Vermont. A place so rural and peculiar that kids skinny dipped at recess, or counted beans for math and some even smoking pot by 4th grade. A place where the Grown Ups lived for The Opera, or attending Bach organ recitals held in derelict barns, and would think nothing of driving hours down to New York City just to see anything starring an Original British Cast . This was a world were there were wild winter storms, and long, summer days where not even a plane over head could disturb the remote cool green of the summers days. A world where grave stones were places to play hide and seek, and no matter what time of day, the Grown Ups never missed even one cocktail party being thrown by Vermont's most glamorous Episcopalians. It was elegant, and eccentri