On Friday evening, May 30th, Katy, Erik and Richard met up at Zabar's, a super-duper-gourmet-deli-grocery place in the Upper West Side, where we grabbed a bunch of picnic food and then headed to Central Park.
Once in the park, we staked out a patch of grass (mulch, really), plopped down our blanket, and then settled in for a free concert. Actually, the concert wasn't free to the gullible people who coughed up $65 each to see Duran Duran from the comfort of a hard plastic bench in a crowded ampitheater, when they could have sat *for free* on the lawn, ate their own food, drank their own beer, and heard the music just as well.
For those of you wondering what Duran Duran's music sounds like these days, you should grab that box of cassette tapes out of your attic, go to Radio Shack and buy a tape player (since you threw yours away six years ago), pop in the A Side of "Rio", pray that the tape hasn't melted in the attic, and then you'll know. Their music hasn't changed since 1987. They could have been lip-synching from that very same cassette tape.
But, darn it, it was a great evening. Central Park was (and is) beautiful, the weather was perfect, the food was wonderful (particularly the assortment of green olives. . .you missed out, Nancy!), there were dogs playing, there were kids screaming and dancing, and the 80's music was. . .well, it was 80's music.
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