I was at the QAS Wednesday Night Showcase at The Late Late on Houston when i was introduced to Mike Mineo. He had been in the city for about a week, having just relocated from South Florida and had already found himself a stage. After the first few notes, my phone was out, safari open, trying to figure out who this guy really was, convinced i had a celebrity in my midst, like somebody was about to lean over to me and say, “Do you who that is?? That’s Mike Mineo!!” Nobody leaned over though, and my internet search culminated in a brief wikipedia entry detailing the career of a moderate local success in Delray Beach.
I watched the rest of the set with my mouth slack, ended whatever conversation i was having so i could gawk at the fluidity of his fingers, the pickless strumming and noodling, the emotive delivery and goofy effortless vocal improvisation. I had found what i was looking for.
We talked after the set and i found an incredibly friendly and happy-to-be-here young man with his equally bubbly fiancée, two excited floridians thrilled to be in NYC. He said yes before i even finished explaining.
So the next week we met up in Union Square, and while i housed a lamb gyro, we had a quick brainstorm about where to shoot, eventually deciding to head down to Washington Square Park.
I thought it would be cool to take a taxi down there and shoot on the way. Mike was into it, as was I, but neither of us were as into it as the cab driver.
We got out at Washington Square Park. Lailah grabbed the case out of the back and paid the driver, i tried to get the camera set up, and Mike just kept playing. OK.