So,
Bowie. His loft is in the building where a friend of mine lived, although I
never ran into him there. I did see him in Elephant Man, and because of his
music and who he was, he’s probably part of my DNA now. But let’s talk about
the living. I recently read Patti Smith’s M Train, which wasn’t as much fun as
Just Kids, but realer. I’m not famous. There is no dearly departed husband, no
children, no royalty checks. But her feelings about the past and her love of my
favorite TV show detectives made perfect sense. My first in-the-flesh encounter with
her was forty years ago, shortly after the release of Horses, which I listened
to constantly. I was in a long-gone all-night diner off of Bleecker Street with
the poet I lived with at the time and who I’d hesitate to call my lover. We
were bickering over burgers because he’d flipped the insides of his watch so
the gears whirled behind the glass instead of the face. It was around 2AM but
we had no way of knowing. Suddenly, Patti rushed in and came to our table.
She asked to see his watch instead of asking the time and he happily stuck out
his wrist. Her confusion was obvious. She bent closer for a better look and
glared at him before glancing at me to see who’d bother putting up with him,
then bolted out of the door.
Thirty
some odd years later, a young woman in very high heels fell as she ran by me while I
headed west on Houston towards Sixth Avenue. She was more
embarrassed than hurt, although her palms and knees were bleeding. I was helping her
gather the things that had spilled out of her bag when Patti, who’d been drinking
coffee on her stoop, came to help her too. The young woman didn’t recognize
her. She only saw a strange old woman with straggly gray braids and recoiled at
Patti’s gracious offer to use her house to clean up. I saw horror in the young
woman’s eyes as she ran away. Patti smiled at me, another strange old lady as
well as her neighbor. I miss crossing paths with celebrities in Soho, especially the ones who remembered my face from the hood. Surely Patti and Bowie
knew each other. Two icons living a few blocks apart, the same age, both
Capricorns. Perhaps they'd have tea and discuss their mutual friends Lou Reed
and William Burroughs. Another stratosphere, the stars really do look very different, you know.
Enjoyed this, thanks M!!
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