I was standing on the New York subway platform, wearing my favorite outfit at the time: A dark blue skirt, black tights, high-top sky blue sneakers, red and white striped men’s shirt, and my big hoop earrings. It was the ‘80’s, but I hadn’t really succumbed to the wardrobe ravages more attached to that decade. I think that I looked more downtown New York than Downtown Julie Brown.
I hid behind one of the many steel pillars keeping the street from crashing on top of us, and listened with my eyes closed. Normally, as soon as I got off the bus from my sheltered New Jersey suburb, I was one twitching, alert nerve, racing through the subways and streets, until I got to work. But, for a few moments, I found myself completely at peace, transported to whatever beautiful place that music was describing. It felt like an oasis in a frenzy of energy and stressful stimulus.