Everybody Powwow! – New York – This Is The Life!


Arriving in New York, Joe Eula turns out to be a very good host. He has a stunning apartment on West 54th Street, and seems to know everyone; Andy Warhol, Liza Minnelli, and Miles Davis (with whom I have a memorable brief phone conversation) to name but three. It would be very easy to be seduced by all the magic that New York has to offer, but I am here for a purpose as Joe reminds me; I needed to get busy.

After a few days acclimatizing and sight-seeing, I head north towards Harlem to visit The American Indian Museum. I feel a little exposed with my bulky leather camera bag slung over my shoulder.

I drop a quarter into the hat of a homeless man near Times Square, and walk on. I am immediately aware that I am being shadowed. I jump on a bus and make my escape. Whew! That was close!  This is 1978, and New York has a tough reputation.

Or am I just imagining things?

I miss my stop, and head further into Harlem than I intended. I’m out of my element here. A kindly gentleman points out my error, and directs me south a couple of blocks.

Finally I walk into the museum, a relieved tourist!


Over the next few days I visit The American Indian Museum, The Hispanic Museum, The Museum Of Natural History, and The Museum of Modern Art.

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I pound the streets and soak up the atmosphere. This is so different from North Yorkshire. I feel a sense of freedom amongst these huge buildings and vast avenues.

This is the life, I write in my diary, and later use this phrase as the chorus for a song for the album. Here it is:

All humanity is here. People of all colours and shades. I try to engage in conversation as much as I can, and mostly people are friendly and seem happy to talk. They are amused by my accent!

But where are the Native Americans?  I can’t seem to meet one. Not even at The American Indian Museum!


I think I’m going to have to head west.

I say my good byes to Joe, and board a flight to Chicago. We leave in bright warm sunshine, and arrive in deep snow. It’s very cold. I’m not expecting this, and besides, I have more flights to catch, to Watertown, South Dakota, via Minneapolis St. Paul.

Both flights are delayed by the weather, but finally I arrive in Watertown, and am greeted by my new hosts Br Benet, Br. Michael, and Br. Sebastian. They’re Benedictine monks and live at Blue Cloud Abbey where I am toEverybody Powwow! New York stay for this stage of my journey. All three are dressed in bulky casual clothes, and don’t look like monks at all. They’re very welcoming, and take me for a pizza, with jugs of light ale.

Later we drive to the Abbey in a huge car. We stop to pick up a hitch hiker. He is an old Indian man. He is very large, and only speaks Lakota. He shakes my hand and smiles. I have met my first Indian!

More to follow


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