Like other stray dancers, she gyrated the hula hoop to rythmn of the beats. A drum circle –actually more of a half-circle – formed around the DJ table. He was spining baselines, wordless, warm techno. Palms pounded various size bongos. The toddlers were delighted. A guy in EMT uniform walks up to table carrying duffle bags, in which he carried his congas. Let’s get this percussion party started!
The sun came out with the full force of late May as afternoon became evening. We had several rainy days, making our way under the grimly overcast. Everyone wants to be outside, enjoy the newness of the season and the sun.
Another Friday in Jersey City, another Creative Groove. This weekly flea market is an excuse for the community to be one, for Jersey City to display and revel in all its United Nations glory. It’s best on a comfortably hot Sunny Day. Everyone left their jackets in the closet. We’re inspired to tarry, feel the sun on our arms and face.
Amongst the vendors of jewelry and t-shirts, arts & crafts, food items and used CDs, a bake sale table for the Parrish of the Resurrection. Children scamper every where, excited by the music, and being with each other as their parents watch and laugh amongst themselves. For a few hours at least, the disparate elements of our city without a main street dissolve and the variety and contrasts of old timers and newcomers is no longer an anomaly. The drums are like the sun, there for everybody.