Looked toward the back end of the Barclays Center a little while ago and thought about Barbra Streisand being there tonight, maybe even right then, perhaps, you know, rehearsing for her first-ever performance in her home borough.
Her first professional performance, anyway. (That’s right. Tonight is Barbra Streisand’s first professional performance. It’s all been leading up to this.)
I can easily imagine her being the sort of person who’d have her car take her right to the arena and not explore her childhood environs but, God, she grew up walking distance from the place and I suspect she probably took a drive down some of the old streets today, noticing how they’ve changed and also the ways in which they’ve remained the same.
While walking, I imagined it as an emotional experience for her. And tonight’s show too.
But then as I was writing this, I didn’t feel it.
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