NYC jazz notes (16)

The Empire State, Times Square, Macy's, all the touristy things. It was another scorcher, 30° plus. Craning necks, looking up and up and up, the Manhattan skyline is something else! Excuse me, could you tell me the way to the Empire State Building? Our New Yorker replied: You got it! This is it, right here. We were standing outside the main entrance! Crossing over the road to get a better view, the iconic Empire State is but one of countless skyscrapers reaching for the stars. 

Macy's. Think Fenwick's x 10, make that x 100. The department store is big, that's for sure. If you like shopping, this is the place for you! If you don't, perhaps other things will catch the eye, for instance, one of several wooden escalators (see photo)! Times Square makes Piccadilly Circus look like a quiet backwater. Loud, neon signs every which way, New Yorkers scurrying here and there, tourists (with cameras), gazing this way and that, trying to take it all in. Beldam, 24/7!

It was time to take the subway out to Mets-Willets Point. In much the same location as the Louis Armstrong House in Corona, our evening's entertainment would depart from the week's jazz gig schedule. 

Alighting the subway, to our left stood Citi Field stadium, home to the New York Mets (National League, that's Major League Baseball). New York's other Major League Baseball outfit is the Yankees (American League). Perhaps there is a rivalry similar to Newcastle United and Sunderland (that's 'soccer' to you). We were heading right, along with tens of thousands of others. Up ahead, there it was, the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center, home to the US Open Tennis Championships. 

Tickets booked before we set off on our week-long adventure, an evening session under lights held great appeal. There is nothing better than a midweek (soccer) match under floodlights at St James' Park (Newcastle United). The thinking was it would be the same here in Corona.

The National Tennis Center complex stretches as far as the eye can see. Much like Wimbledon, numerous courts stand in the shadow of the show courts. The Louis Armstrong Stadium, with a capacity of 14,000, is the second show court (see photo), adjacent to the Arthur Ashe Stadium, the largest tennis stadium in the world (a capacity not far short of 24,000). Those who know St James', the Arthur Ashe Stadium is of similar size, in other words, it's vast. The Armstrong connection? The world famous trumpeter lived - and died - in nearby Corona. 

Entering the stadium was a 'wow!' moment. Seats up in the bleachers (court-side seats cost squillions), this was razzamatazz tennis, big style. Noise, constantly-changing advertising boards, noise, noise, noise. Hey buddy, I'm going for another burger. This was mid-rally. Hey, man, get me a beer while you're there...and some fries The rally continued. Sure thing, buddy! Such was the noise it was impossible to hear racket on ball. Wimbledon this ain't! Arthur Ashe being the main show court, 'big names' were guaranteed. 

First up, Carlos Alcaraz! The Wimbledon men's singles champion was drawn against Australia's Li Tu. In a relatively straightforward encounter, an unconvincing Alcaraz ran out the winner 6-2, 4-6, 6-3, 6-1. As dusk descended over Flushing Meadows an all-American match-up featured Jessica Pegula and Shelby Rogers. Home favourite Pegula (born in Buffalo, New York) came through a tough match 6-4, 6-3. Close on midnight, it was time to head back to Manhattan. 

The next day we would fly out of JFK, but not before taking in a much-anticipated lunchtime concert up on Lexington Avenue. Russell