Text by Sohrab Saadat Ladjevardi
New York…New York…NYC…a killer city! Six years in this city and I still don’t have one friend. But it doesn’t mean that I’m a loner. No, I still have my sax, my music, SoSala,
my a few fans, DooBeeDooBeeDoo, my music colleagues and my dear wife around me. The homeless in my neighborhood make me aware that I’m a lucky one.
The great thing about this city though is that it allows people like me to challenge it…to reinvent or renovate it. Give her a new face. All this said maybe NY is my real friend?!
Oops…so I have a friend. If I go a little deeper in my observation my other friends are NY’s underdogs.
As the ex-samurai, I still need to fight for good causes which I can find in every corner of New York. If I come with a well thought plan, my chances look good to gather supporters around me easily. In fact the jazz legend Ornette (Coleman) made me aware that I’m a freedom man. He told me nobody can discriminate me! And nobody can tell me that I’m no New Yorker, even with my accent. (However all New Yorker have their own strong accents. You can’t hear any standard English. It’s impossible to learn correct English!)
