Really enjoyed chatting to these guys about tech, China, & my latest projects... Uncensored, the way we like it! They'd also read my book!
Saddened by the news that David Bard died recently on his 56th birthday. It had been his legacy to inherit the role of Chelsea Hotel manager, following in the footsteps of his father and his grandfather. I can imagine that it must’ve been heartbreaking and devastating when that life-long dream was taken away.
I didn’t know David well, but he was always friendly and well-regarded by the residents. Norman prides himself on his ability to make people smile, even the most reluctant. When I think of David now, it’s those moments I remember, his lopsided grin that spread warmth to those around him.
#RIP #DavidBard #gonetoosoon #chelseahotel #hotelchelsea #TheLastChelseaGirl
Celebrating Leonard Cohen on his birthday! ‘I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel…’
Despite his immense fame and talent, Leonard suffered from stage fright throughout much of his career. He turned to wine and whiskey to help, but on his 2012 tour he seemed to have finally beat the nerves by introducing a pre-stage ritual.
His backup singers, The Webb Sisters, reported he would lead his band through a Latin song that went, ‘Pauper sum ego, nihil habeo,’ meaning ‘I am poor, I have nothing.’ The band would start the chant a half hour before a show and go on stage singing it together, unified and ready to share their gifts.
‘I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were famous, your heart was a legend…’
#leonardcohen #birthday #bornonthisday #chelseahotel #hotelchelsea #thelastchelseagirl #janisjoplin #bohemian #stagefright #ritual #TheWebbSisters #music #singersongwriter
Photo taken Sept. 10, 2001 at 11:15am by Joseph Amello.
I moved to NYC on the 2nd of Sept. 2001. The morning of Sept. 11th I was in the lobby of my dorm when the woman at the security desk said ‘Watch this with me.’ Together we saw the 2nd plane fly into the World Trade Center.
In shock, I walked from 55th to 71st as sirens zoomed downtown. In the elevator I heard about the Pentagon. We used to joke that if the Pentagon got hit we’d all be dead because we lived so close. That’s when it all really hit me.
Walking back, strangers were hugging in the streets. At the dorm we took shots - they didn’t help. Military tanks closed the streets. I’ll never forget the smell of burnt flesh, the continuous sirens, the smoke. I wish I could say I did something heroic that day but I didn’t.
I ended up at a friend’s in Brooklyn. When my phone finally came back on it was an ex who sobbed that he thought I was dead. Another freshman who was certified Search & Rescue went down to help. Because he was so thin they had him crawling into small spaces others couldn’t reach. For months he came into our room in the middle of the night distraught from nightmares. (Last I heard he had serious lung problems, I don’t know if he’s still alive.) The Red Cross set up medical facilities for survivors - they went unused. Missing person posters plastered the city, remaining up long past hope. The next time I babysit, the 5yo was crashing planes into building blocks asking me why they did it.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Amongst the grief, sadness, anger, and fear that engulfed the city, there was also the profound awareness that we were united by the tragedy. There was a deep sense of love for each other, our fellow humans, everyone trying their best to survive and figure out how to live with something so horrific.
I’m really struggling to put into words the respect I have for those on the front line that day, my heartbreak for the families of those who died, those impacted to this day, and the love I have for the people of NYC. I will never forget. 🕯🕯🕯💔
#neverforget #worldtradecenter #twintowers #september11 #newyorkcity #911 #wtc #neverforget911 #NYC