I spent the evening at Columbus Circle’s Jazz at Lincoln Center in the beautiful Allen Room. I met a friend there to see the Punch Brothers play — a group of good-looking and extremely talented 20-something musicians. I have a small crush on Noam, the banjo player, but an even larger crush on the Allen Room itself. There’s something both intimate and vast about the space. It’s like your brain can’t decide how to classify the size because of the incredible view of Columbus Circle, Central Park, the uptown skyline. The “spectacular-ness” of the night increased when, just as the music slowed down, the evening’s special guest, the eclipse, covered the moon.
Nature, music and the urban energy all combined to create a truly magical moment, where only the lights of the city and rose glow of the stage spots looked like candles in the ink black night. One of those moments that reminds me of why I love New York.