...It had come together at the last
minute.We had tickets for a musical on Broadway and were
invited backstage after the theatre. Somebody had an invitation
to a party held in the building where the ball drops. So
we walked down 8th Avenue to 42nd street. There were lots of
police barricades but the street was completely deserted.
When we got to Times Square we had to make our way through
the New Year's Eve crowds on the street. We showed our invitation
and they escorted us into the building. Once at the party
we found it to be a dud...it was a disco kind of thing with
business men in leisure suits.
Looking out the windows, we could see
Dick Clark doing his broadcast on the lighted stage with
a great crowd below. None of the windows opened, but we
really wanted to hear what was happening. There was an empy
bar area and we went behind it into this little storage
closet. Back there was a tiny window that opened. We listened
as the countdown started...it counted down to six and the
noise started to turn into a cheer which changed and grew
into a wave of deep, dark primeval sound of humanity. It
was an amazing moment...as the crowd roared, the ball dropped,
midnight came and went and the energy shifted from an outward
burst to the attentions of those close by.
story by: Tim Fisher