My friend Dawn and I have literally been on pins & needles waiting to see this event for months. Delaying ticket sales, scheduling conflicts etc. etc. etc. So the day finally arrives (Thank Christ!!!) and We are beyond thrilled.
We proceed to take our discounted Uber ride from Manhattan into Brooklyn and on a personal note: Being a long time resident and living in Brooklyn off and on over the course of a few decades, It's my least favorite borough because of all my own personal history with the place. That said, We arrive there pre-scheduled according to the bizarre e-mail Dawn got the night before-(Read Below).
We will get back to that (Later) Oh! and Dawn lives in Philadelphia, So tack that on to our frustration... Wait! Getting ahead of Myself let's Back-Up!. We first get an Uber driver who tried to drop us off at the wrong location (Red Flag#1) She eventually drives to the proper location and delivered us safely, Dawn is slightly annoyed I try to soldier on with great enthusiasm for the exhibit. The museum has a beautiful and unique facade and I snap some pics-(See Below).
We go in and immediately there is a clear indication of mismanagement-Lack of cohesive signage. Sure! There is a big orange sign with his name on it but beyond this point the lack of professional staff indicating where you go next was invisible,
So we stumbled around and made our way to the elevator of DEATH-I say this because I forgot to point out the most important element of this rant,
NYC is in a fucking "HEATWAVE".
Dawn and I finally reach the small area which became over crowded QUICKLY! past our initial time of entry...
So we stood around in a series of lines going toward some unmarked destinations just following the crowd of other soak, drenched, sweaty people all waiting in these confusing lines to see the exhibit. Help Me to understand why there were so many little kids running around like it was a playroom for toddlers and baby cartridges-Baffling! The list so far is; waiting in confusing lines, listening to screaming kids, nobody has any authority to handle this horde of sweating people Oh! but the museum did put up three big osculating fans to pump that hot air around the room and the staff we did manage to see was so young and uninspired to aide anyone, they just shuffled us along like dumb, cattle.
Finally!!!! We reach the moment of impact to see the show and once we get inside there is minimal air quality in this hot environment, I'm surprised the David Bowie illustrations were not melting off the wall and for some dumb-ass reason they had us turn our phones to airplane mode to wear these ridiculous, hot-ass hear phones in this blistering heat, which eventually made your ears sweaty but you could still be privilege to listen to the rambles of David Bowie and various chopped-up tracks which did not always coordinate with what was being shown on display. Dawn was miserable as FUCK!!! at this point, I was too- So dam hot outside and they provide this shitty atmosphere of unprofessionalism in a juvenile museum not equipped to deal with something of this magnitude.
Extremely WRONG!!!!! Venue for his greatness, Horrible decision and the curators need to check where this is being displayed and how it's being not properly treated. I was also quit shocked to see David Bowie's costumes made him appear to be a small, tiny, little man with such enormous talent. Everything I was fortunate to digest, visually I enjoyed immensely everything else, The accommodations were beyond shitty... Brooklyn museum was the absolute WORST PLACE!!!!!!!! for this exhibit, It was treated like an after though and not as the main star in which it should be displayed... Epic Fail!!!!!!!
Now let Me tell you about the e-mail this so-called museum sent Dawn in Philadelphia the night before... The geniuses knew and big fans was all they cloud afford.
Pathetic!!!!!!
We proceed to take our discounted Uber ride from Manhattan into Brooklyn and on a personal note: Being a long time resident and living in Brooklyn off and on over the course of a few decades, It's my least favorite borough because of all my own personal history with the place. That said, We arrive there pre-scheduled according to the bizarre e-mail Dawn got the night before-(Read Below).
We will get back to that (Later) Oh! and Dawn lives in Philadelphia, So tack that on to our frustration... Wait! Getting ahead of Myself let's Back-Up!. We first get an Uber driver who tried to drop us off at the wrong location (Red Flag#1) She eventually drives to the proper location and delivered us safely, Dawn is slightly annoyed I try to soldier on with great enthusiasm for the exhibit. The museum has a beautiful and unique facade and I snap some pics-(See Below).
We go in and immediately there is a clear indication of mismanagement-Lack of cohesive signage. Sure! There is a big orange sign with his name on it but beyond this point the lack of professional staff indicating where you go next was invisible,
So we stumbled around and made our way to the elevator of DEATH-I say this because I forgot to point out the most important element of this rant,
NYC is in a fucking "HEATWAVE".
Dawn and I finally reach the small area which became over crowded QUICKLY! past our initial time of entry...
So we stood around in a series of lines going toward some unmarked destinations just following the crowd of other soak, drenched, sweaty people all waiting in these confusing lines to see the exhibit. Help Me to understand why there were so many little kids running around like it was a playroom for toddlers and baby cartridges-Baffling! The list so far is; waiting in confusing lines, listening to screaming kids, nobody has any authority to handle this horde of sweating people Oh! but the museum did put up three big osculating fans to pump that hot air around the room and the staff we did manage to see was so young and uninspired to aide anyone, they just shuffled us along like dumb, cattle.
Finally!!!! We reach the moment of impact to see the show and once we get inside there is minimal air quality in this hot environment, I'm surprised the David Bowie illustrations were not melting off the wall and for some dumb-ass reason they had us turn our phones to airplane mode to wear these ridiculous, hot-ass hear phones in this blistering heat, which eventually made your ears sweaty but you could still be privilege to listen to the rambles of David Bowie and various chopped-up tracks which did not always coordinate with what was being shown on display. Dawn was miserable as FUCK!!! at this point, I was too- So dam hot outside and they provide this shitty atmosphere of unprofessionalism in a juvenile museum not equipped to deal with something of this magnitude.
Extremely WRONG!!!!! Venue for his greatness, Horrible decision and the curators need to check where this is being displayed and how it's being not properly treated. I was also quit shocked to see David Bowie's costumes made him appear to be a small, tiny, little man with such enormous talent. Everything I was fortunate to digest, visually I enjoyed immensely everything else, The accommodations were beyond shitty... Brooklyn museum was the absolute WORST PLACE!!!!!!!! for this exhibit, It was treated like an after though and not as the main star in which it should be displayed... Epic Fail!!!!!!!
Now let Me tell you about the e-mail this so-called museum sent Dawn in Philadelphia the night before... The geniuses knew and big fans was all they cloud afford.
Pathetic!!!!!!
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