I found a little gem in Prospect Park. I felt like leaving the house and enjoying the beautiful weather. And walking and hanging out…and low and behold. There she was. I quite literally stumbled upon her…. well stumbled upon the music emanating from the park – which was wonderful by the way. I saw signs written in chalk on the walkway advertising the “Twelfth Night” play in the park and I thought why not drop by that production. Sure. But when I heard the heart pounding bass dropping beats, I was drawn like a moth to a flame. I had no idea where it would lead. But I liked it. A LOT. And I wanted first hand experience as to what the hell “it” was that I was liking so much. I also knew by then, this either had to be most bad ass play production or something completely different altogether. Either way….I was on my way.
I ended up at a little festival called Tropfest. Tropfest is the world’s largest short film festival. This was the second year it was held in New York and the first year time it was held in Brooklyn – I think they loved the BK love SO much, it is now here to stay. Australia has been holding Tropfest for two decades already, since 1993, but now it has it has expanded to include the big apple and those creative types are waiting anxiously, hungrier than ever to take a bite.
I walk up through the trees, down hidden pathways, up and over bridges straddling moss-covered waters and through a picnic field to find the epicenter of festivities. It was wonderful. People by the thousands – little colorful dots of moving matter that grew larger and larger as the masses and I drew nearer. Performing on the stage was Bear in Heaven. I had just missed Ghost Beach and People Get Ready, but having heard them on my way in I felt satisfied with giving them the credit for having summoned me in the first place. Next up was, Neon Indian. OH MY GAAAA! Way freaking good! So chill. Had people get off their asses and enjoy the tunes. Loved it. He was AMAZING!! I would go out and BUY his album. Yes. Who does THAT anymore?? I don’t but I would. He was THAT good. No joke! Last up to close the night’s musical portion, Chairlift. YES!!!! Very good live. Their new album will be fantastic – they played several new songs and they are amazing! After which, the host with the most graced us little folks with his presence. This event was hosted by actor/director/producer/writer, Liev Schreiber. He seemed like a nice guy. He was there to introduce the films and provide the needed info about the festival, yadda yadda yadda. He’s a hottie :)
Sixteen films were premiered. Eight at a time with a mini intermission. For the most part – they were all fairly interesting, pretty funny and very creative. Some of them were strange and confusing (one in particular had the entire audience looking around at each other asking, “what?” – not even kidding, that literally happened). All in all, it was wonderful.
The wonderful world of the food truck was the official catering squad to the public and they came out in droves. I wanted to get some grub, but had a card full of money, no ATM and $2 in cash – story of my life – not to mention the lines were far too long. So I just held out (I got korean tacos and side of kimchi afterwards- YUM!).
So the point of all of this is that I never know what I’ll find in Brooklyn. Although, thousands of others did in fact know about what was going on in the park that day. I did not. And I was most pleasantly surprised. I love New York and its mysticism. Its creative heartbeat and its ever-present opportunities for engagement which are only available to you when you allow yourself the opportunity to be engaged. They are waiting to embrace you as you have embraced them. That was my day, in Brooklyn. Now who couldn’t love a place like that??