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.
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