No love for the MoMA
I’m temporarily blacklisting the MoMA (no link = no love). I deliberately made a late train reservation back to Mobtown so that I might be able to catch a glimpse of Doug Aitken’s sleepwalkers, which was going to be showing on (yes, on) the MoMA beginning at 5pm. A little before 4pm, I decided that rather than wait around in the cold, that I would be somewhat ridiculous and buy a ticket for the museum, so I could wander around and see something for an hour, which sure beat standing around in the cold. As I attempted to enter I was reproached by the door guard for my coffee, which was not permitted in the MoMA’s lobby. So I finished it outside and then went in, got in line, bought my ticket (saxophone fully visible, an important fact for reasons soon to be revealed, and about 4:10pm by now) and proceeded to enter the gallery, where I was promptly stopped by the ticket-taker and said that I couldn’t bring that (my saxophone) in and that I probably wouldn’t be able to check it either. Optimistically, I got into the coat check line, where the ticket-taker’s hunch was confirmed. I got a refund and left, lodging my silent protest against the MoMA by refusing to see the free films they were going to project on the sides of the building.