Tonight on Jake's Showcase https://youtube.com/JakesShowcase I have just released "How I Learned About Cooked Meat In New York City" https://youtu.be/9WT7v2OV2RA currently at 8 Views 3 Likes 3 Dislikes. I don't remember the takes I think 25 with lamp and natural lighting.
Here I thought I'd go simply with a light hearted story, a reminisce. Cute, it was a story close to my heart in a city that beckons me, now, soon, later it's part of me regardless. Sure the meat, I learned what it meant being cooked in the City as a kid, but that's not what draws me. How about the excitement, the aliveness, the best and the brightest. They're there.
Nobody remembers North Fork Bank. But I do. I remember seeing it later in life in my self appointed voyages to Manhattan. It needed to be bought, and so it was. That good of location, that deposit base, that tiny size, it was too good.
And the wealth bears my name, but many forget who he was that planted the seed of the city growth. A poor immigrant, who heard the word by a native on the boat and took a chance to do more then the families butcher business. His chance turned into a fortune as he seized opportunity that others were to afraid to do. And so the city was born.
Do we live more then once? Why does it feel that the sidewalk that all the foots stamp on daily are in fact part of me. Some believe in reincarnation. But can $20 million for a place not be a lot. Of course.
Back in the real world, it was an interesting week, I wanted to write several times. But go with the flow, trying to be quite, as I look at the legitimacy of my changing strategy.
No I don't want to, change, do something different.....and the risk of failure, so great, so much riding on me grasping on to something that I "do". I am a artist, philosopher, intellectual and financier in the chains of poverty.
And the current great town where I reside is so, so not the right spot for me, but again, family....those who actually care about me and that value.
You know and darling, I speak to you 500 years from now as you discover me. Don't be lonely, don't give up, don't loose hope. Because even though I lived so long before you we were always the same kindred spirit. As we make out now, as we finally find each other, as I adore you and you I. Feel my smile through these words. The beautiful, wispy, dreamy artist, that you are, our centuries apart mean nothing.
Have a Wonderful Day or Night Fans,
Jake Johnston firstname.lastname@example.org