Listics

And they were no shit playing that song over the roar of the vacuum cleaners this morning when I snuck in early  "…Copa, CopaCabana…yada yada yada yada yada yooo… at the Copa, CopaCabana…"  something much better muzaking now… gna,gna gna gna gna gna gna gna naaahhh… congas and bongos and cowbells oh my… my taxi driver was Peruvian… the Andes are a long way from the Atlantic… no fipple flutes, no bombo drums… just that hard driving beat…  as a venue the Copa surprises me.  Enough long tables with white table cloths facing the stage and you’d never think "dance floor."  The bar converts nicely to the breakfast buffet.  Yet I wonder if uncle Dave would approve.  I’m really pleased by all the vendors and innovators here, people with a product and a pitch.

And the wireless hook-up is clean, the food is good, and Latin background music moves me in strange ways.  Fortunately I think we’re going to the Lincoln Center later this week for something classical that will drive allthe movement out of my shoulders.