Yes it may be cliched to acknowledge it, but having lived for some time now down the barrel of the loaded gun that is New York, it really is difficult to be cynical — as the folk laureate Rufus Wainwright is — about this city. There is an edge to it; a gentle pulse that beats just below the surface, that allows sponteniety and breadth of discovery to flourish. The architecture, the music, the art … it may not be as vibrant and exciting as it was back in the day, but, heck, it still knocks me out every time I set foot amongst the perennial bustle of Manhattan. Now, if only it had a decent beach.
Listen to the Rufus Wainwright song, Do I Disappoint You