Posted by keithosaunders on January 6, 2011
How strange it is for me to associate home with the Bay Area but that is indeed the case. This afternoon I flew home to the west coast for the first time in 27 years. The trip to New York was a good one, both work-wise and personally. I got to spend some great time with my friend Jeff in the Bronx as well as see other friends and former colleagues.
It’s bittersweet, however, as I return to a life bereft of gigs. In New York I was working three to five nights a week as well as teaching. Here I have had to start from square one in a jazz scene that is not as busy as New York’s. It is daunting to say the least. Still I look forward to the few gigs I have, as well as getting back into hanging out and meeting new people.
I have to say that San Francisco kicks ass when it comes to airport transportation. It’s a quick walk through the terminal to the elevated air train. From there it’s a five-minute ride to the BART station which gets me to within two miles of my home. In New York you have a choice between a 40 dollar cab ride, for which you’re going to have to wait on a long line, or an air train that takes you to a subway station in Jamaica Queens. It’s confusing, cumbersome, and unpleasant.
So put that in your crack pipe and smoke it, New York!