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New York City burns and breathes. It's streets have a pulse. Almost as if underneath the tar and cement there's a giant heart beating underneath. I wanted Randolph to feel that rhythm and love the city the way I did. I already felt like he did, through my own heart. Just needed for it to physically happen…
After a few sushi lunches and a few days of rehearsal with our NYC drummer, Rajeev Maddela (Who is a kick ass drummer, by the way), we were ready for our first ever gig in New York as Shaa'ir + func.
We arrived at The Annex, one of the most popular live performances spaces in Manhattan, for sound check in the nick of time. We were locked out. Brilliant. As it is stress levels are high as we know that press is covering the gig, and we won't have enough time to sound check and go home before doors open. As I'm taking a deep breath and assuming the face of someone who iscalm, professional, and just a little bit pissed off, I see a lanky, fiery red-haired, guy taking strides toward us dressed in all black, and platform spiked boots. Could this be the timid sound guy I had chatted with over the last few days?
He approaches with headphones stuck in his ears with quite possibly the most satanic death metal reverberating around him. He greets us and apologizes for being late. As he opens the bolted door to the Annex, Randolph and I exchange a bit of a laugh. Already a quirky beginning to an interesting night. Sound check goes over well. Our sound guy is eccentric, but cool. We leave, get coffees, chill for a minute, then get ready for the night. The Annex s a big space, but graciously it was full of friends, family and fans. Every song we played, we gained ore and more momentum, feeling each other's vibration, and wanting so badly to share all we possibly could with our people. I think they felt us too. The warmth with which we were received was climactic. Thank you New York City!!

I can't write about everything that happened during our trip, because it'll take me about a month just to write, and take you about two months to ingest...so i'll offer whatever highlights or anecdotes that could serve to be of some interest.

In only two weeks time, we had played six gigs in NYC, one including a rather feisty barmaid/man, cross dresser with a fantastic body and perfect makeup, not to mention three inch heels on his/her already 6'2'' body, who walked around with a leather whip intimidating men and women alike. The gig was good though, aside from all that. In a short amount of time, we made good friends, played fantastic gigs, moved in and out of an apartment, and shipped our butts off to the land of tea-time and crumpets. LONDON BABY!!

