Lets Go Knicks!

“Awight boys and girls? Welcome to Landon ‘Eafrow. I’m Dave your driver an’ I only bin ear 5 minutes so we we might get lost-I ‘ope you ain’t nervous!”

This was the last straw in a very long trip to New York City. We had been on a very cramped, hot plane for seven hours which is never nice, and for some reason the JFK immigration people had decided that they had gotten too welcoming and so decided to make the queuing process even more hideous. This time, we stepped off the plane and then walked all of 10 meters before we joined a queue in a long corridor with a very low ceiling which remarkably managed to be even hotter than the plane. I tried to remain positive by imagining that this new system meant that once we got round the corner ahead, we would be through much quicker.

It wasn’t, in fact it was an extra queue in advance of the normal queue. We stood for 90 minutes.

Sharon and Shiv were in front of me at the desk and so when I went through, the lady asked me if I was in the symphony. I told her I was.

“And what do you play sir?”

“I play the flute”

“Really, thats nice. You don’t look like a flute player”

“Oh”

Well, maybe, Sharon and Shiv are the only flute players she has ever met, in which case, I guess I don’t look like a flute player.

So anyway, by the time we got through to the luggage rack, the belt had stopped moving and half the cases were stuck somewhere in the bowels of the machine so we had to find someone to start it up again. Of course Miriam and Jemma sorted it out as they always do, which left us to trudge across the road to the bus. This is where we met Dave the driver.

Now one of my favourite moments when arriving in this great city is just before you go down into the tunnel to Manhattan. All of a sudden, there in front of you is the beautiful panorama of NYC in all its twinkling glory. It is at this moment when all of the bad plane food and immigration headaches disappear and an enormous sense of expectation fills my body. This time we had Dave.

I imagine his professional cockerney routine goes down well with Dick Van Dyke fans, however having only left London a few hours earlier, his chirpy, well rehearsed patter was met with a groan and a collective thought of “Please make him stop”

Dave realised this and did stop thank goodness and I was able to enjoy my NY moment in peace. His true ex Londoner status was revealed however when we arrived at the hotel and one of the viola section tried to open the door to the luggage hold. Dave turned round and snarled at him whilst slamming the door shut again

“Leave that door alone, its my job to do that.”

Woah easy fella, I suppose in these uncertain times for jobs, he was just being protective, but I was glad he picked a viola player to shout at as they are used to it.

As normal, we had a day off to acclimatise which is when everyone in the LSO runs around like headless chickens, normally with a shopping list from home. I blew away the cobwebs of the day before by going for a run around central park as it was such a gorgeous morning. Its the only place in the world where it feels normal to whizz around in Lycra, although I was impressed at the number of New Yorkers who were able to run up hills at quite a pace whilst maintaining a conversation on their hands free mobiles! It is slightly weird approaching somebody in the middle of central park who appears to be talking to themselves. In fact, checking my pedometer on my return, I could quite clearly see where my pace had quickened several times in an attempt to outrun these people. But pretty soon I got used to seeing them running along talking and gesticulating in the air all on their own.

Its one of the great things about this city that people, unlike in London do actually talk to you. Sometimes. I bumped into Sharon and Trish after my run and joined them for breakfast. They were talking to a guy on the next table when I arrived who must have been in his seventies. He said he was an author and was arranging to leave them copies of his new book and would they like to join him for dinner later at his club which was by the way the best club in the world? Hmm. He barely acknowledged my existence but seemed most taken with the girls, although he did say he would give me a copy of his book about how to dress properly to impress people in different situations! Great. He told us all that women were the future and they were going to rule the world soon. Sharon and Trish agreed of course. He said he had written a book to tell them how to do it.

He seemed unaware of the irony. He eventually left and we asked the waitress if she knew him. She told us that last time he had been in, he claimed to have been John Wayne’s stunt body double in some films. Brilliant. I’ll let you know later if the girls picked up the books, but don’t hold you breath.

So after some shopping, I met up a few friends and we went off to see the New York Knicks play the Boston Celtics at Madison Square gardens. This was basketball in case you didn’t know. I had never been to a game before and it was great fun. I was surprised at how much entertainment was on offer though, in fact the game itself often seemed secondary to the the time out entertainment of dancing girls (great), shoot a hoop from half way for $1000 competition (tricky), disco dancing (odd), kids dressing up in full size knicks gear and then trying to run and score a basket (hilarious) and some others I have forgotten. We had to have foot long hot dogs with Knish (still not sure what it was) and beer with a straw and we joined in with the shouting of de-fense and everything. It was a great night which I really can’t do justice to in this blog, but if you ever come here and have a free evening I can recommend it as a great American night out.

Its fairly early here and I am awake writing this for you before the real work begins, as we are here to work. We have a rehearsal in an hour with Bernard and I have my pass which says, Gareth Davies – Great Performer, on it. No pressure then!

I’ll let you know how we get on, and if Sharon got the books. I do hope she has, especially the one for me about dressing properly- I need to know how to look like a flute player.