But he did say, "I spent a month in Poughkeepsie one weekend."

Thank you for sharing that... I never knew it was an actual Einstein quote!
:)

One of the sources of the NPR piece says, Mark Twain who is often connected to this saying did not use it according to the best available research, but one of his tangentially related quotations is given later for your entertainment.

>West New York, NJ > >I... truthfully didn't know that existed

Almost as embarrassing, cringworthy, and thirsty as "Beverly Hills Adjacent."

Yes, I promise you, that what they call the area of L.A. next to Beverly Hills, rather than just Los Angeles.

Shea stadium opening for the Stones!
Half the audience left after the clash played and the other half arrived late to only see the stones. I mean, not exactly, but I've never seen such a split audience for a concert before.

Whoa, Decemberists grabbed us more than any other artist here so far! As mentioned above, we're very old. :)
Edit to add it reminds my wife a bit of one of her favorites: Gregory alan isakov

We're old, so into more meowmellow stuff, but enjoying checking out all the recommendations from all who replied. I'll head forcheck out Take 5 and see what my wife and I think of the newest stuff there-- thank you!

Liked em, reminded me more of goo goo dolls than U2/maroon 5, which their qobuz profile mentioned they pitched themselves as being similar to

Killers were a little heavy for us old ppl who like mellower stuff but I'm always surprised to find myself enjoying Daft Punk so thanks for the reminder and the introduction to Mustgraves... heard the name but now enjoying Golden Hour.

Maybe, but please check my response above, if curious.

I had just moved back to NY after skiing my cafe in Joshua Tree, CA, where I also did a volunteer work with my trained German shepherd.
Moved back to NY just in time for 9/11 and did work down there and aling with everyone else, or lives were turned upside down. There's no way to describe it... I did try in a story I write about doing my thing with my dog at the pile and at the piers set up for being ppl affected by it.

At the time, the big concern was if more terror attacks every single day. The sirens were so persistent for months that when they finally died down, ppl were freaked out by the silence of the new New York.

Like many others, I became a news junkie and listened to NPR or BBC pretty much all the time. Become habit after awhile.

Music wasn't a priority, even for a big music lover like me. Hell, in JT my place has live music a few times a week with some surprisingly established ppl. Lots of recording studios there and you never which artist might come walking through the door.

That habit has been broken and now I put together a pretty crazy high end audio system and am loving all my old fave stuff, and new favorites, but there's a world of music out there I've never heard that I'll love... and looking fwd to finding it!

Thanks for asking and giving me a chance to offer some back story.

Thank you!
Spent the day with a film producer and my sister going over photos and recording stories about her. It'll be nice if it all goes somewhere.

It would make a good logo, wouldn't it?

I'm of course not sure where it will lead, but thank you very much for that very helpful tip. And it confirms the years, since the piece was for their grand opening.
I'll get set up for the documentary production and give them a buzz. Hopefully there's a reason to give them a visit.

Yknow, I was going to point out that I think they're virtually identical to the cover stories today, 50 yrs later.

I'll talk to the producer that just flew in to town last night and see how he feels about me sharing more the details or if he feels it's better to keep some of the details as surprises for the documentary. Sorry, don't mean to be coy but I promise look into it.

Thanks for the sentiment and you nailed it, Peter Max's right hand woman and I think his marketing chief was one of my mom's best friends and lived around the corner from us on the upper west side. We played with her kids and her entire apartment was Peter Max: Peter Max piano, bed sheets, mural, clocks. She used to give her us stuff like bags of Peter Max buttons that I don't know what a single one would be worth today.

It looks like the hotel is still there, I was mistaken about DC it's actually Sheridan Reston Virginia.

Edit: waiting to hear back from pops about the year but I think it was somewhere between 70 to 73.

Update: hotel opened in 73 and this was for their opening, so it must be '73. Someone passes along some more helpful info so I'll see if that leads anywhere. Thanks reddit

Sure and thank you for the kind words. I was/am so used to a lifetime of her work that it's really touching to hear the way others see her or her works.

Understood for sure; still it was a little awkward to say things like, "Say, great owl bead pubes you selected there... by the way, have you seen my mom's piece on the cover of Cosmo or Vogue?

Edits: added link/clarity/fixed typo, etc

> oldtdc@gmail.com

I'll give it a shot - thanks!

Thanks for taking the time to comment and yes, that's the assumption. Takin' a shot, though. Some of my mom's bikinis turned up in the freakin' Metropolitan Museum of Art and someone discovered them and let me know, so wacky things happen sometimes.

I hear you, /u/speedycat2014, and /u/alex3m3ti8, there's a lot of macrame oddness out there in the world. I learned at an early age to tell the artist of said oddness that their stuff was really nice and just not talk about my mom much.

Update: Okay, I'm a big dummy: pops just confirmed it wasn't DC but the Sheraton Reston VA.

I did some research on this about 5yrs ago and figured out which hotel it was--I don't recall right now which one, and probably doesn't matter. It'll probably come down to someone, one day, hopefully saying something like, "My dad saved that from going in a dumpster... it's in a storage unit..." or some other such far-fetched unlikely outcome.
But maybe it's worth trying.

Fun fact: That's her depleted and exhausted on the sofe. She had to make this entire thing in something like 72 hours bc the hotel rejected some other big piece they consigned from another artist, and they called my mom to make it with a strict deadline for a big event or an their grand opening.

She recruited every friend on the upper west side of Manhattan, including us kids to work on it around the clock. Once it was too big to work on in my future step-dad's apt, it was brought out onto West 83rd off Central Park W to work on it on the sidewalk--10,000's of knots. That's ALL macrame, including the wind. Her name isn't visible here, but it was crocheted or macramed in black thread into the base of the wind coming out of the goddess's mouth.