Wednesday, February 20, 2008

New York through the brain of Jesse

Greg and I were in NY doing our own book hustlin. We met with lots of folks, had signings and presented to schools and libraries all over the boroughs. It was very successful and I am sure we spread the word on Chess Rumble like nobody could have done. Well, maybe except for Abe (abe, holla!).


And, since I am trapped with it, now so are you. My brain, that is. I can not think linearly about the trip so you dont get any timeline. I was there for 11 days and here are some of those days and nights all shuffled together like they are in my brain. Poor sick brain.


Of course, since I had my camera with me at all times, I took no pictures at all. Luckily there were more normal humans along who threw me a bone.


I got the chance to talk to the illustration class at Parsons. That was fun. Anything involving Pat Cummings is ok by me. She is my queen mom and the queen mom of lots of other pups out there. Her students were attentive and asked great questions. Since I had to go to community colleges and always lusted after Parsons, I was quite thrilled to go there now in this capacity. Ah, the great leveler, time.

I also did a talk at Saint Ann's in Brooklyn Heights. Talk about a cool school. They have an amazing art department and the folks who run it are wonderful.

And then a bunch of stuff happened. Some good, some bad. Well, the bad happened and it was good because it caused me to change my plans that I had been working on for one year. So fate is kind sometimes. After the bad, I had great stuff happen. One of those great things was getting some great interest in some of my stories that I have been writing and illustrating. Another great thing was meeting and signing with my agent, Edward Necarsulmer IV. He is a cool guy. Big respect, Edward.


Above: Greg and I at the Hue Man bookstore in Harlem. This is such a great bookstore. I was very glad to get the chance to do a signing there. Though, due to a scheduling mix up we had slightly fewer people that we had expected, but G and I know how to roll with a punch. One of the highlights of it for me was getting to play a young Lion. He came up before the presentation and I asked him if he wanted to play. He sat down and went to work. A little crowd of my editor, Greg and some other book folks gathered around and put me off my game. :) Ok, they didn't. That would have been my excuse if the kid beat me. Well, he did. But it was a long game right up to the last three or four pieces and the King knew his game well. I had a great time playing him and I know he is one of the lions who will be keeping their heads up and will not fall into the typical pitfalls. More power, little King.



In this section, you will see no pics because of my brain malfunctions. We did several school visits in Brooklyn and those were probably my favorite days. I love Brooklyn and was glad we were able to get into the public schools. The first school we went to was not organized as much as we would have liked them to be but eventually they did get us to the right room and found the projector, etc... Though we only had twelve seconds to set up since there were already a few hundred kids in the room and it was starting to swell (even though we got there with well over an hour to set up), it turned out being a great program. Did I mention we can roll with a punch? The kids loved the presentation and were very receptive to Greg and I when we spoke to them. To top it off, we picked up some wicked patty and peppa at the Jamaican spot across the street, so all was Irie.


Greg and I with the ever lovely and elloquent Elizabeth Bird, of Fuse #8 superstardom. We met for drinks and had a nice time talking. Here is her post about the event. You can cross check and see if anyone is lying. :)

By the way, Ms Bird is very humble about her hyperfame. Though, while I was in the office of Rubin Pfeffer, VP of Simon & Schuster, editors swarmed in and out and EVERY ONE of them knew intimately of Fuse #8 blog. So, Betsy Bird, you are indeed the star we all think you are. Much thanks to her for taking Greg and I under your wing. (purr) (purr)


And then we come to one of the world's coolest editors. Actually she couldn't make it, but we did get to hang out with Jennifer Fox. Ok, I am kidding. Of course, Jennifer IS the coolest editor in the world. She hooked Greg and I up with enough food and drink for us to feel like stars. Actually it turned out quite well and nobody brawled or danced on any tables. (Though I did later, but that was after I saw the other two off to bed.)

(The truth is that I did not dance on any tables that night, but Saturday night I ended up alone in a long ass line wrapping around a building at 2 in the morning. I went to try to get in to the Bob Marley Birthday Bash at B.B.King's and timed it perfectly to wind up in the two hour line. Stubbornness is one of my most endearing qualities and when I had moved twenty feet in an hour I figured I was nearly there. Of course, that was my unrealistically-positive outlook. Another endearing quality. Come to think of it those qualities always land me in bad spots. Whatever. Anyways, when I finally got up in the club(and of course, when you get to the door they charge you twice what it says outside, cause you waited so long you gonna turn around now?)- Anyways, when I did finally get in, the band said, "Ok, for our last song..." hmmm. nice. It was fine cause before the band even finished the stage was bum rushed by the dj's and the club CLUB migrated in. Didn't know that is what I was waiting hours for in the cold NY streets, lined with lots of angry looking cops, but hey, I roll with punches. It is always great to be the only whiteboy up in a club. I have had the pleasure many times all over the world, but never figured I would get the honor in NY of all places. This night was nice because they mixed some dancehall in with the hip hop. "If you from Brooklyn gimme a hey" "HHEEYY" "If you from Staten give me a hey" "HHEEYY" . . . . "if you from Port Townsend give me a hey" (mouse voice:) "hey"
When I finally left I asked some kid on the train what time it was and he told me it was four fifty. huh? Better just stay up since I have lots of important meetings to be fresh for. DOH!)

(and for the copy editors in the house, did you like that run on, never end blurb all within some kind of parenthetic bubble? Yeah, me too)


Sorry I can not remember much else right now. I am sure I will add on to this, but for now, that's it. Can you believe you just dredged yourself through all of that gibberish? Neither can I.


Peace New York. I got mad love for you. I'll be back soon.