06
Jun
09

NYC vs. Tokyo / Yokohama part 3

Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes, one of my favorite poets from the Harlem Renaissance, wrote a poem called The Negro Speaks of Rivers. Wanna hear it? Here it goes:

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Beautiful, deshou? The man was a God with a typewriter!

Well, this here negro is about to speak of Subways!  (Mainly cuz if it ain’t the Hudson River (or East River) I don’t know jack about it except what I’ve read in books (btw, best book ever about a river: Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain…if you haven’t read it you should be ashamed of yourself!)

Well, I’ve known Subways…

I grew up on the NYC Subway the way one says I grew up on a farm or a ranch. The subway was my first love, even before I understood what I was feeling. My first whatchawannabewhenugrowup dream was not to be a Police Man or a Fire Man, or even a King. It was to be a Motor Man on the subway (or even a conductor, though driving that sucker held a stronger appeal than conducting- that is, opening and closing doors and announcing stations- ever held.) My family and friends rode the train merely for transportation. Not I. I not only rode the trains for transportation, I rode them to be transported; to be spirited away, in exaltation, to a realm where power and speed were mine to command; on a whim I could cover a great sweep at a terrific clip to join the Hardy Boys on some exotic mission  or play catch with Willie Mays.  Adventure lay ahead…even if the last stop was only Coney Island, or Far Rockaway

On the train, I was Huckleberry Finn and the subway was my river, the “A” train my skiff.  I knew the subway as well as Twain knew the Mississippi. If anyone wanted to know how to get anywhere, even at a tender prepubescent age, I could give directions and even illustrations if  they needed them. I used to steal subway maps from the train, take them home and study them like they were my homework. I’d also steal advertisements from the walls of subway cars and hang them in my room so even my bedroom would have a subway feel to it. My older brother, an accomplished graffiti artist of some note back in the day- and I can say without reservation had a more intimate relationship with the subway then even I had- having spent a great deal of his free time roaming the train yards with his crew of artists / vandals: NSA,

One of my favorite artist back then: LEE

One of my favorite artist back then: LEE

dodging yard bums, dogs and police in order to spend several hours painting a piece that had a possible shelf life of a week dependent entirely on the diligence of the subway car cleaning staff), had spray painted his girlfriend’s name the width and length of our 10 x 30 foot bedroom wall (something I didn’t appreciate at the time but thinking back I realize it was actually an exceptional piece) so our room even had the aroma of a subway car.

We were intimate, the subway and I. It played a cameo if not a starring role in many precious and indelible moments of my life.

I can still remember  one of my first subway rides.

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Compared to the subway cars now it was a dark (turd brown actually), gloomily lit, uncomfortable death trap (see above) but it was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.  I was small and the windows were tall so I had to be lifted by someone to see the dimly lit tunnel we raced through. The seats were made of a sort of shellacked straw or something like that.  It had ceiling fans with exposed fan blades overhead! (I wonder how many people lost fingers stretching) It shook, rattled and roared it’s way from station to station. The wheels against the rails made a wrenching grinding metallic yet raw and melodic tune, like a skiffle band, or the sound that inspired Johnny Cash.

My heart danced to it. I could hardly contain myself the combination of power and beauty was so impressive. And it was so loud you had to yell to be heard. “Nooooo,” I had to yell at my father when he told me we were to get off at the next station.

I still get the same thrill on a speeding train.

There were also the first day of school ride, the first solo ride, umpteen girlfriend meets (and break-ups), my first (and only) arrest (for turnstile jumping- something I did so regularly that I felt like I was being bilked every time I was forced to pay to ride the train), numerous robberies (fortunately I was neither perpetrator nor victim in any,) some of the best ZZZs I’ve ever gotten (something about trains just relaxes me like nothing else,) the setting of many a function (old school nickname for a marijuana session,) my first witnessing (and unfortunately not my last) of a murder, etc, etc, etc… Yep, the NYC subway is a stage for life’s comedies and tragedies…or at least it was.

The subway in NY  never had a schedule, far as I know. At least not one that was taken seriously by any native New Yorker. What it did have was…well, I guess the best word for it would be tendencies. These tendencies varied according to the time of the day, or night (NYC subway, unlike Tokyo / Yokohama, is 24 hours.) To be honest, I knew some trains’ tendencies better than others. For example, The “A” Train’s tendencies I knew like the beating of my heart. It was consistent yet as unpredictable as the weather  in NY. It tended to rain in spring but sometimes it snows in April. It tended to be be frigid in January but sometimes it’d be so warm and wonderful that you’d swear the end of the world was at hand. That was the “A” Train. In the morning, you might get used to catching the same train at say 7:20ish. The whole week it’ll be there 7:20 ish, until that day you have to meet that girl you’ve been coveting for a month or that morning meeting you can’t miss…then that fucker’ll arrive at 7:30ish and you’ll stand there cursing at your watch with a few thousand other people…and when it does arrive you best be having your shit in-gear or you’ll be waiting for the 7:40ish, which’ll also be packed to the teeth.

As far as etiquette is concerned, well, it depends, you know? I mean, a push is precursor to an altercation usually, so you best be apologetic, at a minimum. And, depending on who you’ve pushed and who you are, it could get out of hand easily. So, as a rule, I didn’t push unless it was imperative, and rarely was it imperative enough to go jostling strangers on the subway. But, there are people who push with a devil-may-care posture and depending on how overpowering and threatening that posture is or on how vexed the pushee becomes, does the response depend. I’ve seen pushes escalate into fisticuffs and I’ve seen them  forgiven, seen them ignored and seen them ignite a flame of indignation and rage so ferocious I’d cleared out in anticipation of a hail of gunfire and the ever-present stray bullets  we all know have no names and claim the innocent with the same frequency that they claim their targets. That’s the thing about the NYC subway- it’s like that Forrest Gumpian box of chocolates: you never know what you’re gonna get.

People have loud conversations, homeless people prowl the cars for handouts, performers do all kinds of things to get attention and maybe a little money. It’s all good. There’s a guy named Carlos who lives around my way…rumor has it his family died in a fire and he went crazy. I love the guy and always hit him off with whatevr change I might have on me, and one Christmas I gave him a whole fifth of Jack D, and yet in the 20 years or so he’s been a staple in my community I’d never had a coherent conversation with him. Sometimes I’d see him on the train wearing dark shades, a cane and a rattling can of coins and bills, bumping into shit and getting paid. He’s as blind as Columbo. Once I saw him plying his trade and said what’s up and slid my foot in his path to trip him up…he winked over his shades and stumbled over my foot, without falling, with the agility and balance of a Olympic gymnast or a cat. Yep, people from all walks of  life give life to the subway.

New York’s subway was born in the late 1800s and hasn’t been well maintained, let the truth be known, so when I was growing up, not surprisingly, senior moments were practically the norm. Trains derailed, delays were common, even some crashes due to signal problems and switch issues, track fires, homeless people living in the tunnels emerging from their cubbyholes misstepping in the rat-infested darkness and falling right into the path of an oncoming train or onto the electrified third rail, etc, etc, etc…

Why the poor maintenance? Who knows? But the NYC Transit Authority loved to blame us, the riders. If we were willing to pay more maybe they’d have the money to replace rails, upgrade technology, repair signals and trains properly, etc, etc…When I left home in 2003 the fare was $1.50…(and unlike Japan, a buck fifty would take you anywhere you wanted to go, except Staten Island…but aside from S.I. residents who would ever want to go there?) and when I went home for a visit it was $2 bucks. I hear it’ll be $2.25 soon. (for my Japanese readers, $1 = about¥100) So, yes, New Yorkers pay a pittance compared with the commuters in Japan. So, maybe the NYCTA is right: you get what you pay for. Japanese pay out their asses for the trains here but you know what? Compared to NY, I have to admit, Japanese trains are FAR superior…service-wise, that is. It’s almost like the same thing the Japanese did with the automobile and why they dominate the market in the US. Even the subway cars in NY are  made by Kawasaki.

New Kawasaki Trains in NY

New Kawasaki Trains in NY

Interior of Kawasaki trains in NYC

Interior of Kawasaki trains in NYC

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Well, I could go and on about the NYC Subway but I’ll let The Duke’s fingers and Betty Roche’s vocal stylings say what would take me an entire book to convey.

Can’t you just feel the train a-coming when you listen to that song? Damn I miss real Jazz )-:

I can’t imagine anyone composing a song about the trains here in Tokyo / Yokohama. Maybe some J-pop jingle  (-:

…but I’ll give it a shot in Part 4, coming soon

to be continued…

Loco

PS: is it me or does Hughes favor Duke? That artist at the top of their game look (-:


16 Responses to “NYC vs. Tokyo / Yokohama part 3”


  1. 1 Jim McDonald
    June 7, 2009 at 2:22 pm

    Wonderful piece, Loco. Brings back many memories, especially of being train maven to family & friends. But I grew up with separate IRT/BMT/IND lines, that had real names, and when I visit NY now I’m always confused by the way lines have been changed and all those damn letters & numbers. Thanks for a terrific read.

  2. 2 dani
    June 7, 2009 at 2:57 pm

    Beautiful posting. I feel that same way about cars and freeways, but I’m from CA and we all know that the car is king there. Ever heard the song “Nobody walks in LA?”. There’s a reason for that. I think we have a subway and I know we have Amtrak trains, but I never knew anyone who used them.

  3. June 7, 2009 at 6:53 pm

    Jim-san, thanks for the shout! I grew up after they were united but they were still called by their names…so I know the IRT is the numbers, the IND was of course my line (“A” Train) and the BMT was the way to get to Yankee Stadium or Coney Island. (-;

    Dani-san, thank you, it’s nice to know your hard work is being read and appreciated (-: Yeah, my sister lives out in SF and she is attached to her car like a cowboy to his horse, and she drives like a very skilled menace hehehe

  4. 4 XO
    June 7, 2009 at 8:08 pm

    This series is awesome! Thank you for writing it, looking forward to more!

  5. June 7, 2009 at 11:15 pm

    simply awesome!

  6. 6 Jim McDonald
    June 7, 2009 at 11:39 pm

    Loco,

    You’ve got it wrong. It’s the IND A and the IRT Lex to get to Yankee Stadium (but yes, BMT went to Coney Island, as did an IND line — the one that went down McDonald Ave I think.
    What a fabulous video of Duke Ellington jamming on A-Train! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

    • June 8, 2009 at 12:02 am

      Jim-san, I beg to differ. The “D” my friend has always gone to the Bronx and the “D” is BMT (I think) while the “A” has never gone to the Bronx. My life time it has terminated at 207th street in Manhattan, Upper Upper West Side. As for the Macdonald line train, I think you’re referring to the “F” train. Wow,a fellow train nerd hehehe with an appreciation of Duke! COOL!

      Reason2 (-: Thanks! I do my best!

  7. 8 Ferri22
    June 8, 2009 at 5:51 am

    Great post, but what do you mean by “real jazz”? There’s alot of great jazz being played today, it just takes some searching to find the good stuff.

    • June 8, 2009 at 6:03 am

      Ferri-san, Thanks, and I guess you’re right, I should say “classic” jazz. “Original” jazz Perhaps.

  8. 10 Tony
    June 8, 2009 at 7:55 am

    I hate riding the subway. The L train gets so packed in the morning, everyone is in a bad mood, people get pissed off at you, and then you arrive to work wanting to go back home haha.

    I think the Q is my favorite train. I love the view over the manhattan bridge, and it rarely gets packed.

    The 7 train, on the other hand, is wack. Its an OK train but riding with that Queens crew is lame.

    Also I’m from Cali, so I do have that west coast bias. I love the feeling of being able to pick up and go whenever and wherever you want.

  9. June 8, 2009 at 8:48 am

    Thanks Tony for the shout!
    Yeah…guess i’m spoiled now. i can never go back.

  10. 12 Jim McDonald
    June 9, 2009 at 10:25 am

    Loco,

    My bad on the A/D, it was the D that went up into the Bronx and the A to upper Manhattan! But back in the day (my day) the D was an IND and the BMT (Brooklyn Manhattan Transit) never went north of 57th St (well, in Queens it did). Here’s a link to 1966 route map that has the systems color coded in red for the IND, black for the IRT & green for the BMT.

    I was mostly an IRT/BMT commuter and didn’t use the IND all that much so it’s hard to remember the routings, though I was a serious subway nerd then.

    Tony,
    You’ve got it right on the views from across the bridge (and Queens).

    • June 9, 2009 at 10:36 am

      No sweat pal! And thanks for the link to the map (-: That sight is a subway nerd’s paradise!

  11. 14 matic
    June 9, 2009 at 11:31 am

    man, you really got some things to say. LEE QUINONES! though i try not to complain about the new New York, I can’t help but miss the F’ed up subways before the clean up. Those subways were the only thing I knew when I was a little kid. how many JP dudes do you come across that grew up in “that” NYC?

  12. July 3, 2009 at 3:43 am

    Good post. Did you know that there used to be an elevated train line going up Myrtle from Jay st to Broadway?


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