Hi Jeff. I believe you did well sharing that story.It was a fact nobody should forget.I can a little understand because the former owners of our house is a jews family which sold it to us because was too big for them. They followed what happened that day by Tv here in Italy, it was traumatic for them a lot. Hearing that story makes me even more happy than before to be connected with you, :Pwhishing peace and happyness to your family,too.M
Thank you, Michele. I just worry about it happening again, wondering if we should even continue to live here. Not so easy to move away, though, and it really could happen anywhere.
Nice thread...I would partake if I hadn't already done my interpretation of APP lyrics already which I would've quoted for this thread...It would be totally reiterating and boring and plus I'm really tired...haha...It's so funny (or not really) that the only time I can get on here is late at night when the kids finally fall asleep and I'm too tired to think about anything and you guys are usually asking something where you want me to think about stuff....
Your reflections on Passion Play, and how those lyrics helped you through a very trying time, were very moving, Holly, and I enjoyed reading your thoughts. Here's the link to your previous posts in the Most Personally Meaningful Tull Song thread, for anyone who is interested in how you related the Passion Play lyrics to your own situation:
There is actually another pretty amazing and fateful Jethro Tull element to my particular 9/11 experience, if the story is rewound to around 8:30 a.m. that same morning....before anything happened, while Karen and I were getting ready to go to work that day. I can't believe I forgot to include this, although it is actually a separate little prequel.
I'll explain tomorrow....
In September of 2001, my wife Karen and I had been married for a little over a year, and we were living in her one-bedroom apartment on Bleecker Street, between Broadway and Mercer, which is a very short block.
Usually, Karen would be ready for work earlier than me, and would leave the apartment before me, between 8:00 and 8:30 a.m. We rarely left together.
But on the morning of 9/11, Karen slept late. I was showered and dressed, all ready to go by 8:30. and she was just going into the bathroom to start getting ready. I was feeling good that day, planning to get a lot of work done at the office and also squeeze in a workout, since I didn't have to go to court. I knew it was going to be a productive day, so I decided to listen to some Tull and wait for Karen to get ready so that, for once, we could leave together. And so, as Karen was stepping into the shower at around 8:35, I put on Dot Com. Loud. Very loud. (As is usually the case when I listen to Tull.)
Karen showered, dressed, brushed her teeth, etc. over the next 25-30 minutes, and I continued to listen to Dot Com at a loud volume, turning it down somewhat at Karen's request, but it was still pretty loud. And I continued listening right up until the minute we left our apartment, which was probably right around 9:05 a.m. We left, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired a mile and a half due south from where we lived.
You see, we lived on the west side of lower Manhattan, about a mile east of the Hudson River, and had I not been blasting Dot Com, we not only would have heard the first plane roar by, we also would have heard the first massive explosion at 8:45 a.m., and the second one at 9:03 a.m. (We know this because other people we knew in the building, including the doorman and super, had heard it all.)
But, since I continued to play the music until just before we stepped out, we didn't hear anything, and were shocked to hear from the first person who entered the elevator on a floor below ours that a plane had just struck the World Trade Center, but since the person had mentioned only one plane, we immediately thought "accident"....until the elevator stopped at another floor and someone else got on and informed us that two planes had hit both towers, and then I knew right then and there what it was.
When we got downstairs at around 9:10, we talked briefly to the doorman and super and then went outside to see what was going on. We walked to the corner of Broadway, only about 50-75 feet from our building, and saw endless streams of people migrating north, heading uptown.
As we stood there on the corner, I hugged Karen and started to weep, because we saw the huge clouds of black smoke billowing from the Towers (but not the Towers themselves, which were not visible from that corner.) When I first moved to NYC, I worked for Aetna's house counsel on the 37th floor of 2 World Trade Center, from 1987 to 1989, and I used to look out those windows in amazement, because it was just so damn exciting to work in those towers, which had so fascinated me when I was a kid; as I stood there on that corner on 9/11, I had a vision of myself standing in my office and a plane flying right into the building where I was standing, so I immediately understood the loss of life that had already occurred and that our country and my city had just been attacked by terrorists.
Karen, though, and many others I am sure, did not immediately realize the magnitude of what had just happened. And because she was, and still is, extremely dedicated to her job, she wanted to go downtown to her office in the Federal Building, which is only six blocks north of the World Trade Center, and had I not been there with her that morning, she probably would have done so, and put herself in great peril. But I said to her "what, are you crazy or something, you're not going down there", and so she did not.
It was then that we walked to the corner of Mercer and Bleecker, looked south and saw the two sad, beautiful Towers going up in flames and smoke, with those terrible gaping holes. By now it was probably 9:15, 9:20, and people were out there with their cameras taking pictures, which upset me a great deal, and knowing that the Towers would soon topple or fall, I said, "Let's go upstairs, Karen...I can't watch this." And so we did. A decision I am grateful for to this day, because had we stayed and looked on for another thirty minutes or so, as we easily could have done, we would have seen Tower 2 disintentegrate before our eyes.
So, it was all because of my fateful decision to listen to Tull that morning and wait for my wife, that Karen and I were spared the agony of hearing the roaring engines of the first plane as it stormed by, and the two tremendous explosions that followed, and had I not listened to Dot Com that morning, had I left for my office instead, Karen probably would have ventured downtown and been a short distance away when Tower 2 collapsed at 10:00 a.m, and who knows what might have happened to her, and what our lives/my life would have been like then?
That's heavy Jeff, and surreal. There was a large scale natural disaster here about three years ago where a couple of EF5 tornados ripped through a series of small towns south of here about thirty miles. It got rough here, but the stories that came in from just south were unreal, and a couple of towns just disappeared. A friend showed me footage he took of a section of one town that I knew well and it was just gone, no trees, no buildings, just a barren district for a mile. Then there were the refuges that poured into town. That was surreal. That's suppose to happen in other countries, right? Hundreds of homeless families, hundreds dead and missing. That day every cloud was dangerous, the air just felt volatile. My wife and I were headed into town to check on some friends when we saw this cloud approaching from the south. I decided to turn into the hospital parking deck to let the storm pass which would be a good decision. When I pulled into the deck it was almost dark (it was middle afternoon but almost like night) and there were hundreds of people standing in there from the local neighborhood taking cover, with blank stares on their faces. All this while over-lapping civil defense horns were blarring all over town. It was like a scene from the bombing of London from one of those war movies. We parked and just as we got inside the building the power went out and the generators kick on. Thirty minutes later I went out to take a look and the neighborhood was like a war zone - trees twisted in all direction, houses with roofs off, streets blocked. You know, things like that dislocate you for a while. It takes a bit of time to get over. Tornadoes are common here and I survived a direct hit once, but this was on a scale I'd never seen. Worse than the outbreak of 74. So I can, in some small way perhaps, understand your trama. Sorry for the tale there, your's just jogged a some memories.
Otherwise, another interesting thread. This was during my exile.
Biggles: Sooo jealous! enjoy.
Dec 15, 2015 17:22:44 GMT -5
StanDup: hmm, I could still make the 2nd show on saturday. just kidding dammit.
Dec 19, 2015 0:33:17 GMT -5
TM: Oh man, what an incredible show! I have picks and videos to post.
Dec 21, 2015 15:57:10 GMT -5
StanDup: Right on, can't wait.
Dec 22, 2015 19:42:04 GMT -5
marco58: Just saw Martin and his hot band in Plymouth, MA last Friday night. My second live Tull experience, after Ian in November at Foxwoods in CT. Completely blown away, the man is legendary, can't wait for his 2016 dates!
Dec 22, 2015 20:21:12 GMT -5
TM: Know what you mean Marco - welcome to the board. Everyone in NY was blown away by him as well. It was best show I've seen in many years.
Dec 22, 2015 21:51:02 GMT -5
Biggles: I just read the Bill Kopp Asheville, NC review a few days ago and could tell you guys were in for something special. I love that marco58 referred to it as "My second live Tull experience" welcome to the board marco58!
Dec 22, 2015 23:49:09 GMT -5
StanDup: Martin dates added since the Arizona date was announced. For you lucky fans back east.
Jan 30, 2016 18:42:12 GMT -5
Biggles: Martin please book some dates in California!!!
Jan 30, 2016 21:06:24 GMT -5
bristoltull: Hi....may be of interest to UK-based fans. On the BBC quiz show "Mastermind", I'm on this Friday, in one of the semi-finals, and my specialised subject is.....Jethro Tull. BBC2, 19th February 2016, 8pm. I gave it my best shot. See how many you can answer!
Feb 14, 2016 16:07:46 GMT -5
TM: Very cool. Good luck!
Feb 16, 2016 15:54:45 GMT -5
stormwatchuk: Damn missed it as ive only just joined the forum
Mar 27, 2016 5:52:51 GMT -5
stormwatchuk: anywhere to see it again ? or maybe a list of the questions we can have a go at ?
Mar 27, 2016 5:53:15 GMT -5
teddy: Seems like everyone trying to figure out " Eat Hermione for lunch" just don't get it. A Popular vegetarian line of food is advertised by a woman named Hermione. You can see the advertisement on line. Thus it is not oral sex with a office girl. Munch.
Dec 16, 2016 20:39:34 GMT -5
lclark354: Hello everyone. I recently finished a room addition, and can finally set up surround sound. I've purchased all the Tull sets, except, of course,TAAB. Is there a site where one can purchase & download the 5.1 files? Or, any word on a re-issue?
Jan 17, 2017 1:15:01 GMT -5
Mystery To Me: Going to Red Rocks show with 2 friends. Anyone from the board going to this concert? Would like to meet anyone or everyone. Later
May 18, 2017 16:55:45 GMT -5
Nonfatman: My days of traveling long distances to see "Tull" are over. I just don't have the time anymore. Hope you enjoy it!
May 23, 2017 14:16:12 GMT -5
madjack1959: Hello to everyone from Lexington, Kentucky. Part of what led me here, was mention of Gentle Giant. I've listened to Tull for ages, and then was introduced to GG via Octopus I saw in the record store, and that was my start. I've never seen either "live" :
Jul 19, 2017 19:19:55 GMT -5
maugioia: is there anyone there
Feb 28, 2020 17:49:37 GMT -5
yellowcab643: I made my way to Hollywood and thought it was very refreshing. The Kaiser Permanente Optometrist there cured my High Blood Pressure. Do I like an unsung westerner - I drove an England truck and had a Texas CDL Styx & Van Halen might have music about me
Mar 3, 2020 21:07:03 GMT -5