Day 2 – New York – Apollo

The Mecca of performance. The Apollo Theater. The building and stage shows no signs of wear, yours truly however has all the hallmarks of age written all over him.

This place holds a special place in my heart for it was my objective test of whether we had what it took to make it in the music business.

“In order to know how good you are at something requires exactly the same skills as it does to be good at that thing in the first place. Which means, and this is terribly funny, that if you are absolutely no good at something at all, then you lack exactly the skills you need to know that you are absolutely no good at it.” …

To escape this catch-22 you always need an external , unbiased test that lets you know the truth. The Apollo to me provided this.

I remember standing in the audience like a basketball coach but worse off. At least in basketball you can provide instructions as the game goes on. You can adapt to the opposing team’s style of play. Not in the performance arts. It was static.

My boys were up there, and it was the moment of truth. It is as vivid in my mind like yesterday. I stood at the corner of the room, right there, scanning the audience repeatedly as my boys performed, my heart in my mouth. There wasn’t time to enjoy the performance, this was the playoffs finals, game seven, game shot, with last the second on the clock.

That roar of the crowd, the standing ovation as Michael kept spinning to perfection, my boys singing their hearts out, routines we had practiced countless times that they had become second nature, an extension of ourselves, all helped to bring down the house at the Apollo.

That moment… how can I describe it, hmm, It was the same feeling that Michael Jordan described of hitting that game winning short in North Carolina which he defines as the moment he just knew he was on the road to greatness. That moment, that moment with the roar of approval from the Apollo, I knew we had what it took and nothing could stop us. A weight the size of this world was taken off my shoulders.

Apollo , a special place. Ohh the memories.

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