I'm sitting in the Emergency Room of New York Presbyterian Hospital with a teenage boy named Emile, as he applies more pressure on the crown of his nose with a bundle of paper towels letting the blood drip slowly into a plastic container on his lap. To add a little distraction, I ask Emile what his interests are outside of school. He smiles and continues to lean forward, " I like music, and I like magic."
Yes, we're both here because of a nose bleed, but this isn't your average lean forward and bleed into a tissue for a few minutes kind of nose bleed. The poor kid's been shooting blood out of his honker for over an hour without much of a break, and feeling a little woozy from all of this, he asks to see a doctor.
Earlier that morning I found Emile standing over a sink loaded with blood and tissues. "Don't worry about cleaning all of this up." I said. "Let's get down to the lobby." When the security guard and I discover Emile's parents are staying out of the country and his nearest family is too far from the school to get him to a doctor, we decide to just play it safe and get him to the ER to help stop the interminable bloody nose.
In the hospital, Emile tells me all about the rules of magic. There's the close form and the slight of hand. It turns out he's quite an accomplished magician and just came back from a three week magic camp in the city. "It was great." Emile beamed. "I took classes in all the forms of magic, and I even got to meet David Copperfield."
"You did? That's crazy. What's he like?"
"He's very rich."
Soon the conversation shifts to our shared passion for music. Emile talks about the genius of Peter Gabriel era Genesis, and how he saw both The Rolling Stones and The Who in concert.
"That's awesome. I love going to concerts." I say. "I'm even driving to a concert later tonight."
"Yeah? Who are you seeing?"
"I'm seeing Joanna Newsom at the Kimmel Center in Philadelphia.
"Never heard of her."
"She's amazing. Emile, you'd really like her. Joanna plays harp like no one else in the world, and she's a bit of a magician as well."
"Why don't you see the concert here in New York?"
"Well, you see, it's at the Kimmel Center. I don't know if you've been to Philadelphia, but there's this huge music venue that's shaped like a violin. When you see a show there, they open up the wooden doors of the hall to change the acoustics for every performance. By doing so, the venue itself becomes an instrument, and I can think of no better place to see Joanna Newsom than from the inside of a giant violin. When I was a kid, my parents used to take us to see the Philly Pops play their annual holiday concert. I generally hate holiday music, but I love to see orchestras live. It was great. My mother got to wear a jingle bell around her neck and sing along to her favorite Christmas carols, and I got to nerd out on string arrangements."
"Sounds cool." Emile replies meekly and spits more blood into a napkin. "Do you think I'll ever stop bleeding?"
"Yeah, buddy. I'm sure of it." read more