Tonawanda News — (I remain relatively healthy, the world encourages me and the younger ones I meet tend to be focused, smart and generally terrific people and if you feel differently, old-timer, you’re running with the wrong young people.)
The gallery opening, the CD release party, is something like a debutante ball for the artistically inclined. You created something, so you’re showing it off to your friends, a self-thrown event at which you’re the star. Your guests need not buy anything unless they choose to, and the singer is expected to get up and belt a few out, but it’s a beautiful thing.
A while back I attended one at which the artist, a local composer and saxophone player, spent the whole event doing that modern move of welcome — shake hands with a person, then move in for a semi-hug, thump the other’s back with the left hand — all evening. And yes, he played, but not until the clock hit eleven and the room in the Hertel Avenue restaurant was full.
There are milieus where people care, typically to my detriment, about how old or young a person is, or how rich or well-connected he or she seems to be (I’ve been in those crowds, too). The Western New York creative community seems not to be that way.
Needless to say, it’s not perfect, but boy, is it supportive. An argument can be cogently made that it’s the artists who are pushing Buffalo’s latest version of a renaissance; visit Larkin Square or Silo City and note it’s the arts crowd propelling the use and awareness of these reclaimed industrial spaces (and if you’re not familiar with those names, they are among the formerly derelict buildings now being polished like jewels and put back to use).
So there. I should be browsing through pamphlets for nursing homes and cemetery plots. Instead I’m partying, as an invited guest of artists. I wonder how things turned out for my high school guidance counselor.
Ed Adamczyk is a Kenmore resident whose column appears weekly in the Record-Advertiser. Contact him at EdinKenmore@gmail.com.