Wearing It And/Or Momo

I've decided to wear what I'm talking about. In that, I had this harebrained idea the other day to make a NY Hates Me t-shirt and wear it around town. A walking billboard; that I am. What a joy it was to advertise something that could potentially benefit me, rather than pay for a label, and do their advertising for them. Screw that. I went to a place in the Village, and customized my very own tee. I asked for a lower-case "ny" next to a heart with a slash and then "me" to be scripted across my chest, and then under it, around the navel, this here site: "nyhatesme.com." And for added effect, another "nyhatesme.com" on the back-side of my tee, around the shoulder blades. "Isn't this overkill?" The man in the store demanded. "I want to be purposely unsubtle. After all, I only have the one tee now, and I need to be bold. I need more people to be aware of my site and my plight." "Uh, okay, whatever lady. You're the boss." And within fifteen minutes time, there it was, the tee to end all tees. All black lower-case lettering, big and bold, and a giant red heart with a slash. I went home, took off my elegant dress, you know the one, the one that got me respect last week, and slipped on the tee shirt. I left my apartment, first unsure, a little insecure, and then I remembered the "certainty stance." Here we go. Tee, take me to Union Square. Yah, yah! People wanted to be in the know in the Square. What's "nyhatesme.com"? Why does NY hate you? We love you! I'm going to look that up when I get home. Yes, my harebrained idea was working double-time. In fact, maybe if I wear the tee everyday once or twice a day, I will get a more of a following. What do you think? You know wear down the resistance and all that jazz. I've been wearing the shirt, and it's starting to smell a little. Wear and tear. I have to wash it, but I'm afraid that the lettering will fade, and I'm not ready to be washed-out just yet. So maybe a few more wears. I was thinking of wearing it as evening attire as well, maybe with a little belt. Watch out Bill Cunningham. I'm taking the city by storm. Fashion-wise.

And then there is Momo. My darling Momo. At least that's my affectionate term for good old Wolfy. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Whenever I feel down, I put on some Momo and I feel instantly better. Have always felt better listening to Momo since I was a little girl. I think I have every piece he ever wrote in my giant CD collection (yes, I still have CDs). So, you might think that I might be in heaven with the Mostly Mozart Festival upon us. I am. I was having a not so nice day, and then I went to Avery Fisher for a pick-me-up, and I was certainly picked up and thrown against heaven's doors. The program this evening was not all Momo, just one selection, but his peers held him in good company. Oh Momo, what you have done for my ears and my heart and my days and my nights. And all the other people in the world who have lived and died and who have loved and listened to your music. I was thinking of wearing the tee shirt tonight, but I didn't want to detract from your music. And who thinks about NY hating me, when I'm loving you so much!