Somewhere around 1961,  Miss Hardin, the Bleeker Street, beret wearing, Art Teacher at #7 Junior High School brought in an album of Free Jazz by Ornette Coleman.

The beautifully packaged, vinyl, double album had a cover that was equal to the task; a reproduction of Jackson Pollock's The White Light. Our adolescent Michaels was knocked out by the music and even more so by his dad's old pal's painting.

Or as Miss Hardin said about the music and the painting: "...it's where it's at".

It was time to take the bus over to the Guggenheim and begin the immersion in those visual depths.

So here we have an homage to the drinking, the arguments and the theoretical discussions among those New York painters who carried on at that bar on University Place in the Village and who fomented a revolution in both Art (capital "A") and Where It's At.