Thursday, October 15, 2026

Gramercy Park Hotel Installation






In the fall of 2022 during the liquidation of the Gramercy Park Hotel, Richard Bliwas sat down and performed right in the middle of the absolute madness surrounded by price tags, disassembled furniture, and the literal gutting of the historic hotel. It was an incredibly moving capture of the haunting reality of the liquidation illustrating just how music could transform a cold, corporate event into a profound, real-time piece of New York history. Instead of the space just feeling like a cleared-out warehouse, his performance brought the soul back into the building for one final moment before everything was scattered across the city. While the Rose Bar later became widely known for its high-profile indie and rock pop-up sets, it was the soulful, avant-garde, and deeply original solo improvisations of pianists like Bliwas that defined the raw, authentic jazz essence of the hotel's long-standing musical identity. His intricate phrasing and distinctive sound—often described by music critics as a spellbinding blend reminiscent of Sun Ra, avant-garde jazz, and psychedelic influences, reanimated the property's intimate live performance culture before the hotel ultimately closed its doors.
His connection to the Gramercy Park Hotel runs deep, as he had historically played gigs inside the hotel back when it operated as a classic neighborhood institution. During the chaotic, blocks-long liquidation lines in the fall of 2022, Bliwas set up a portable PA system and keyboard to provide a live, bittersweet soundtrack. He played both outside on the sidewalk of Lexington Avenue for the waiting crowds and right inside the building amidst the tag-sale madness, capturing the exact avant-garde, artistic spirit the hotel was known for before it was cleared out.
Firsthand accounts from the crowds who gathered during those colorful autumn weekends in 2022 paint a vivid picture of a "beautifully surreal" atmosphere. While the inside of the hotel was a frantic free-for-all, the street outside transformed into an impromptu, bittersweet block party, orchestrated by Richard Bliwas on his keyboard.
People noted a jarring shift in energy between the sidewalk and the lobby. Outside, Bliwas played melancholic, soulful jazz that lent a cinematic, funeral-like elegance to the hotel’s passing. Locals described the music as a soothing balm for the grueling wait. Once buyers crossed the threshold into the hotel, however, the jazz faded, replaced by the echo of auctioneers shouting lot numbers, the tearing of tape, and people aggressively haggling over furniture.
Richard Bliwas’s performances during the 2022 liquidation sale was an improvisational mirror into the  atmospheric themes created by the event, directly translating the physical dismantling of the hotel into a reactive avant-garde soundscape.
Within the hotel walls, his playing evoked a dark, mysterious, and deeply disjunct atmosphere. The musical themes inside leaned into empty space, using lingering piano resonance and synthesizer textures to mimic a "haunted" environment. The music interacted with the ambient noise of auction tags rustling, movers carrying furniture, and the literal echoing emptiness of a landmark being gutted. On the Lexington Avenue sidewalk, the themes shifted to camouflage or harmonize with the frenetic energy of the street. The music here became a rhythmic chorus and a commentary on consumerism, playing against the backdrop of hundreds of people lining up to buy old hotel robes and fixtures.
Bliwas's style has long been described by jazz critics as having "the feeling of stretching time and space." During the liquidation, this became a thematic tool to process grief and nostalgia. By stretching tempos and letting melodies dissolve rather than resolve, the music captured the feeling of a century of New York history fading away in real-time. It acted as an elegy for the artists, musicians, and bohemians who had lived and played there over the decades.
Because the liquidation was inherently unpredictable, the musical themes relied heavily on dynamic, moment-to-moment improvisation. Bliwas used a dialectic approach—intersecting pretty, traditional jazz phrasings with jarring, spacey, or unresolved chords. This reflected the unsettling reality of the scene itself: a place of former luxury and artistic romance being reduced to a "fire sale" where items were bought via cash or Zelle. Ultimately, the sessions served as a sonic documentation of impermanence, turning what could have been a cold corporate asset liquidation into a raw, creative farewell.

Saturday, September 5, 2026

David Robert




David water colored at five.
David went swimming at the Y.
David pitched in Little League. David had Archie Comics.
David went to Camp Emma Farm. David went to the Ivy School of Art.

David performed stand-up comedy in his Freshman year at Ohio Wesleyan in the Dad’s
Day Fall Festival. Our parents and I drove up for the event. He played trumpet in the band too but was looking over his notes for the stand up routine during the set.

David played Ping Pong and Dean Martin.
David drove Corvettes, Datsun 280z's and a Mercury Cougar with hide-a way head lights. 
David had moroccos in his closet and a bongo drum.

David and I waited for Diana Ross and The Supremes at The Steel Pier for nearly an hour before The Supremes rushed through a short set.

We looked out the window of our Atlantic City hotel room at the Traymore Hotel and thought about the future.
We saw Help together, and Come Blow Your Horn. We stayed and watched some of Come Blow Your Horn, twice.

David had an easel and could pant and draw. He drew cartoon characters with funny thought bubbles using a large cotton bed sheet as the canvas and gifted it to Flip Wilson. Flip Wilson met with David twice during a stay in Pittsburgh after performing at the Holiday House. 

David was head counselor at Frick Parklett in the summer of 1968.

David taught me to listen to the radio under the pillow.
David and I sat in our father’s car and pretended we were traveling far away.

David was invited to mysterious private sessions by his 9th grade English teacher and we drove him to her apt. somewhere in Shadyside. once or twice.

David was a contestant on The Price is Right during the period celebrities would play for the audience member contestant. His friend’s celebrity answered correctly and won a trip to Paris. Davids’ celebrity, Charlie Weaver, made a joke out of the question and answered incorrectly.

David had an open heart and the soul of a child. He was vulnerable like a child that got thrown into a fire and punished himself over the consequences.

David was in the audience the day a guest on The Dick Cavett Show dropped dead.

When I was in 11th grade, David took me to the Schaffer Music Festival in Central Park to see Bill Withers. I visited him at his W.86th and Riverside apt. His roommate was the young filmmaker Robert Bordiga who would ask David where he goes when he leaves the apt. David would say: Left. Bordiga would shake his head and say BliwasWorld.

David owned the 45 of Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley, which I cracked in half hoping to discover the little musicians that must be inside. Our parents actually bought him another copy but it didn't sound the same.
David had a deck of cards that said David on the back of every card!

David brought our fathers penny gumball machine charms to school one day and the Science teacher Mrs. Strauchler called our house thinking they were precious stones.

David and Darius Brubeck played together in 1960 while we were vacationing at the Royal Palm Hotel in Miami Beach. Dave Brubeck's group was playing nightly in the hotel lounge.   

David came to pick me up from 10th grade one afternoon and was parked outside the front of the school.  A kid, who had been terrorizing me the entire year was insisting I fight him so we were taking off our jackets in preparation when David got out of the car and the kid backed down like silly putty.

I started an article about Elton John earlier that year and left the notes on the desk in his room. In the morning there was a typed up finished review better than I could have written all ready for me to take to school where it was published in the school newspaper.

I thought David learned to speak Korean when I visited him at his Flushing photo studio right before I moved to New York. He seemed like Zelig transformed into an elderly Korean man even though he was only about 35.

David and I serviced a Rubber machine at the Edison Hotel in Downtown Pittsburgh and David was caught pocketing coins by the manger, who then locked me in an office with a German Shepherd and counted out the rest of the money we took from the machines while David waited in the car. This was our one and only service call together and it was lucky we both got out alive.




Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Daystar




Black night Daystar 

Color of older brother 

Darkening ocean sand 

Sun bathing light

Fading to acorn and plum

Imprinting what developed outwardly 

Sealing inner muted trauma baked sun fire

Open arms of dreaming 

Cascading trumpet drawing inwardly 

Focused frown out the window 

Saturated back to the center 

Jokes at the darkest corner

Crossing the accidental candle 

Traveling the longest distance inside the closing eye.





Sunday, May 24, 2026

Kombucha










                                                           


                              Once the ripped wrapped funnel

                              hop roped immersion

                              Dripped for certain,  

                              Thoughts curdle in the morning sun. 


                              Gravity bubbles beckoning reign in the letting up. 

                              Descending press the fennel gurgle. 


                              Sprouting ahead in a quiet winding of cobalt secretions. 

                              Open ended cast charade foreshadowed the lighting curtain.