So as I finally wrap up recording of my next CD the inevitable question that’s been asked countless times is, “What’s the title of your new project?”
Drumroll, please…
212
212?! Why 212 you ask?
My 212 sighting at a Starbucks register tonight
For the past few years I’ve had a growing awareness that everywhere I seem to go the number 212 is somewhere around. Addresses, hotel rooms, when I glance at a clock, the code on the top of a medicine bottle. The list is literally endless. Even tonight as I was paying at Starbucks, care to guess the total on the register as I walked up to pay? Yeah, you guessed it: $2.12.
In fact, as weird as it sounds, at this point it is almost reassuring or comforting to see it. It’s like a bizarre numerical angelic entity seemingly hovering close by only to show up regularly as if to say, “I’m still watching and it’s OK.”
A majority of the recording was done in a building with the address 212. Two different videos of roughs of the recording were of the length of 2:12. 212 has not only permeated my life, but most certainly this project.
Elvis' plane (Lisa Marie) and the stopped clock in it
Once people know my story they somehow seem to connect to it as well and ferret out other examples that I would have never known. Yeah, the easy stuff are facts like the NYC area code is 212, but did you know that the clock on Elvis’s plane (the Lisa Marie) is stopped at 2:12? Water boils at 212 degrees. There’s a ton of these little gems and the examples go on and on…
So with this constant numerical presence in my life it only seems fitting that the name of my next project should bear the insignia of 212.
And now you know.
