Let me remind you about the powerful feelings my twin sister Linda and I had for the city of New York and why. My father John Anthony Rogers lived in New York with some of his best buddies back before he met and married my mother. They all went into business together in New York but disbanded quickly. My father John and twin sister and I were quite close, so close we called ourselves "The Three Musketeers." He had shared with us at lunch one day at Lord Fletchers on the Lake that on the top of his bucket list was to take Linda and I to New York before his death. His ill health prevented this trip from ever coming to fruition, but we never forgot how excited my father would get just talking about it and how much he felt we would fall in love with the city. I so miss my father, but knew some day my twin and I would visit that city and feel the love of dad there with us and enjoy the love of this city.
We start out our trip on Wednesday morning at 6:15 A.M. Our great family friends, Jim and Carol come pick us up and take us to the Minneapolis Airport. We hug and say our goodbyes and thank yous and walk fervently to our lane at American Airlines. Linda and I choose not to participate in baggage claim and had packed smart so as to miss any hassles over luggage. Not having flown now since 2001, both Linda and I are shocked at the easy and techy way we sign in. Instead of dancing up to the counter, now one signs in at a kiosk and punches in flight details via computer. Giggling and walking ever so fast now, Linda and I rush in ecstasy down to our departure Gate E. Once there, we notice we are one of the first ones at the gate. Camera in hand, we start our memory photo book and click click click away. As bloggers, we know this trip is a bloggers heaven.
We board the American Airline airplane at approximately 9:05 A.M. We are pleasantly surprised as we are seated up front in the fifth row. I take the window seat and Linda sits to my right in the aisle. We easily pack our one large garment bag in the over head and know we did the right thing. Only in New York one night we could pack lightly and smart and feel good about it.
Passing Central Park as we approached our hotel was surreal. Not anything Linda and I ever pictured. It was a park with multitudes of people going every which way. We told John we could actually feel the excitement and energy as if it were a living thing. "Just get ready girls, there is a lot more of this to experience." We parted ways and told him he made this trip from the airport to our hotel a delight.
The cab driver had no idea where we were going. I said "Are you kidding me, we are from Minnesota and you are asking me to tell you how to get to the Electric Lady Studio?" I had called my son Jacob just a few moments before. I told Jacob how excited Auntie Linda and I were and that we were getting taken to the Radio Studio in a cab at this very moment. Jacob laughed and could hear me yelling out the window of the cab asking a nice New Yorker if she could pull up the address of the Electric Lady Radio Studio on her smart phone. Excited for us out of towners' she was more than willing to help out after hearing our John Mayer story and wished us well at the Listening Party. I told my son I had to get off the phone since Linda and I were going to have to be hyper vigilant trying to get to our destination. That is when one of the important tips John the Cab driver gave us came to my mind. "Be careful of the taxi drivers that do not understand English. You may not end up in the right place." Ugh............... Oh well, this is an adventure and I,being Samantha would take control and get us to John Mayer if it was the last thing I did on earth.
Linda and I were awe struck to say the least. Here we were at the studio that Jimmy Hendrix had built for him so he could focus on his love of music. Here in this acoustically advanced studio one was protected from the city sounds and continual chaos. John Mayers' "Born & Raised album played in the studio and sounded like choirs of angels singing straight into our hearts. How did you know I was raised Catholic?
Back to the studio scene. We bantered with John Mayer. No Way..... Way!!!!...... What a trip.... in so many ways. What I thought may be 35 of us in that room in the studio with John Mayer, ended up to be only about 26 of us. We got to joke around, ask questions, and just plain old gab with John Mayer. What a nice guy. He was adorable, approachable, honest, vulnerable, intelligent. I think my sister and I were genuinely surprised at how down to earth he was. At the end of the Q and A session all the winners got their picture taken with John. Yes, we are now on a first name basis, but then again he called us twinners as we posed for a photo with him. Hee Hee..........Isn't that cute though???
Out in Greenwich Village conversing and mixing with the recording studio staff and winners from each radio station in each 16 cities in the US was an absolute hoot. Van Gogh lived here it is said and wrote and painted here in this quaint town. After about a half hour each of us went our own way to seek out fun in our own personal definition. Our operational definition of fun..........?? Can you say Jazz Club? Yes, Linda and I found the most charming jazz club called The Garage. Then........... Pizza...........New York Pizza. I will never look at pizza the same again.
Well, after an amazing night out in Greenwich Village Linda and I hailed a cab back to our hotel. In Linda and Laura form, Linda crashed into the comfy bed at the hotel as I blogged and posted on Facebook. The next day we shopped and walked around Lincoln Center, theatre district, Columbus Circle, and indulged in the vendors sweet delights.
Oh, and I saved the best picture for last.
To my father John Anthony Rogers and Steve Mohn, we know you kept us safe and sound in the city that doesn't sleep and helped the angels set up this divine trip for us. God Bless You Both.