Cheers and Jeers from Last Night's CSN Concert
Jeers to LI public transportation. The train from Penn Station arrives into Freeport Station at 7:19, just as the 7:20 bus to Jones Beach Theater leaves. Not another train until 8:10... concert starts at 8. With 20,000 people coming to the theater, shouldn't there be buses running nonstop instead of every 50 minutes? We had to share an insanely overpriced taxi with 3 other strangers to get to the venue on-time.
Cheers to my friend Amy. She got free tickets 6 rows from the stage and backstage passes.
Cheers to the band. They sounded great.
Jeers to Stephen Stills. When he sings, he sounds like he has no tongue.
Jeers to man breasts. Nash has them. Crosby's are even bigger. Not a good look.
Cheers to Graham Nash. He was very friendly and appreciative when I talked to him backstage. Although I think it's just because he's interested in Amy. Nevertheless...
Cheers to the kindness of strangers. After we left the backstage party, we realized the buses back to the train station had stopped running. As we were about to hop into another overpriced cab, a couple we had talked to backstage offered us a ride to the station, then ended up taking us all the way back to Penn Station. Very cool.
Jeers to strangers who turn out to be creepy. The ride and conversation were perfectly pleasant until I brought up Governor McGreevey (the couple was from Jersey) and the driver goes off on a rant about how everyone in the world who is angry is simply a "repressed faggot" (much to the chagrin of his embarrassed wife). Luckily we had just gotten through the Midtown Tunnel, so we only had to endure about 5 minutes of this.