Oct 26, 2000
Driving through Rhode Island and talking about how smoothly we zigged down the West Side Highway to achieve our new found exo-city status, Livia realized we had left our concert tickets in Manhattan. Lucky for us, Dan Godrick rummaged our apartment and mailed them just in time so we could jam to Omara Portuondo and her 14 piece Cuban orchestra. If you ever go to Boston's Orpheum theater, disregard the seat numbers, especially if your seat seems to be the nexus of all seats and is laden with several small metal badges signifying many seats in one -- as attempting to decipher the riddle of the seat numbers may lead to a night near a physically explicative elder. Omara was great, so was Barbarito Torres the supernaturally gifted Cuban Laudist.