Perhaps it’s no coincidence that I heard the first song, “Coney Island Winter,” from Garland Jeffreys' upcoming disc on WXPN-FM only days after reading the news that Coney Island’s new Scream Zone was opening to the public. The Brooklyn-based musician and amusement park have intersected with my life at many points. Why not with each other this time, as they introduce something new?
Just two months ago, I saw Garland Jeffreys entertain his fans at a concert in Moorestown, NJ (that’s a picture of Garland and me after the show). He sounded great as he sang from his heart. We left appreciating what a kind and giving guy he is, and what a talented musician he remains.
Garland Jeffreys’ album, Escape Artist, was one of my soundtracks for the summer of 1981. My wife and I were newly wed, and his record spun on our turntable dozens of times those hot months. I can still almost hear “Modern Lovers,” “96 Tears,” “R.O.C.K.” and others songs from that album in the two-family house we shared with another newly wed couple. In fact, that music helped facilitate the formation of a great friendship.
Almost 25 years later, one of those friends mentioned to me that Garland Jeffreys had played a “house concert” in northern New Jersey. It introduced us to the concept of house concerts, where a few dozen fans see an artist perform in someone’s living room for a very reasonable price and have the chance to meet them.
Garland Jeffreys grew up in Brooklyn, NY, which he still calls home. The Sheepshead Bay neighborhood of his youth was only a short distance from Coney Island, which also was a significant part of my New York City childhood. After sunny summer days at nearby Brighton Beach, our family would often go over to Coney Island to eat at Nathan’s, ride the Wonder Wheel, the carousel where I could lean over and grab some token rings and, when I was a bit older, ride the Cyclone.
I remember going to Coney Island for my 10th birthday. As seedy as the place had gotten by the mid-1960s, it was still special to me and other New Yorkers. Even after moving to New Jersey, I never went too long without returning to Coney Island.
In the mid-1980s, driving back from business meetings in Long Island, I talked a couple of co-workers into going there just to ride the Cyclone. After my cousin’s high school graduation party -- in Sheepshead Bay – in 2002, my wife and parents walked around there with me for old-time’s sake. Five years later, my youngest son and I enjoyed ourselves there for a few hours before a Brooklyn Cyclones baseball game in the shadows of the long-closed Parachute Jump.
Two summers ago, my big brother and I made Coney Island part of a weekend romp through the city. It reminded us how much we enjoyed the long subway train ride from Manhattan through Brooklyn…but also made us realize that our bones had gotten too old for the bumpy thrills of the Cyclone roller coaster.
Don’t bother telling Garland Jeffreys he’s too old to be making good music. The Brooklyn man’s concert performance and new song indicate he still has the heart and mind of a young artist.
And, don’t tell that parcel of Brooklyn land, Coney Island, to sink into the Atlantic Ocean with the ghosts of its past. Scream Zone, the new Luna Park that opened two years ago, and the oldies-but-goodies Cyclone and Wonder Wheel indicate it still has some fun to share with New Yorkers.
To see some old and new Coney Island footage, go to www.garlandjeffreys.com and click on the video for “Coney Island Winter.”
