I met Cannonball Statman at the steps at the north end of the park. It was a sunny, comfortable day and we let ourselves settle into the tranquil scene already comfortably underway. We discussed, among other things, his earlier show at Malt and Mold, where Grasping Straws were, my evening show at the Queens Council of the Arts block party, how it was weird that we had permits yet weren't using amplification, where we should put the stage considering there was an amplified MMNY show happening at the garden on the north side of Houston, and what qualities in general make a good stage.
We walked the perimeter of the park, down Chrystie Street to Delancey and then, not wanting to find a stage too far south, turned up Forsyth, where we found Grasping Straws looking for us. We set up a stage by picking a park bench on Chrystie and taping the MMNY banner to the fence of the soccer field. We played songs. All of us did. We couldn't be stopped. A one year old toddler watched me, fascinated, for about two minutes. Everything else was a blur. Later I went to Queens and the light was surprisingly soft and the world felt merciful and calm. Even though it isn't. But you know that.