Author Archives: Masada Siegel


OZY- My Night with Ray Charles

I moved to New York City in pursuit of a dream. It’s a city where worlds are created, images shattered and the strangest things can happen. In this instance? Me waking up from an afterwork nap and reaching for the phone to order in Chinese. I looked at my dance clothing hanging on the back of my chair. They were for trying out for a belly dancing class.


I guessed Chinese food wasn’t the best thing to eat if you wanted to look good at belly dancing class.

So I canceled my order and headed to my neighborhood grocery store, Fairway. I walked down West 75th Street toward Broadway. A man was waving tickets on the corner. I heard him say, “Ray Charles. Tenth row for 100 bucks. I got two tickets! Who wants them?”

I did, but I needed to focus: My stomach was growling. I breathed in the sweet scents from the fruit and veggie aisles and, 20 minutes later, my basket was full of healthy fare. But then I walked past the aisle with candy. I happily decided to lose the battle of no junk and picked up a bag of dark-chocolate-covered pretzels; they would make for excellent, um, appetizers on the walk home.

Moments later, armed with two bags of groceries pushed high up on my arms, I started stuffing my face with chocolate-covered pretzels. I looked up before crossing the street. RAY CHARLES was flashing in bold bright white lights on the Beacon Theater marquee.

“Wish I could go.” I thought again, popping another pretzel in my mouth while I walked past the back entrance.

“Hey, can I have one?” The voice came out of the dimly lit stage door.

“Sure, have some.” I held out the bag of chocolate-covered pretzels.

A tall, dark and handsome man looked shocked as he stepped forward and reached into the bag.


“No problem. Do any of your friends want any?” I was happy to share and figured it’d be better for belly dancing class if I didn’t devour the entire bag. He was startled and replied, “No, I think they’re good. Hey, do you want to see the show tonight?”


“I’m one of Ray Charles’ managers. Do you want to see the show?”

“I’d love to, but …” I held up my grocery bags.

“Where do you live?”

“Two blocks away.”

“Come back in 45 minutes. What’s your name? I’m Damion.”

“Masada, nice to meet you. I’ll be back!”

Forty-five minutes later, I arrived at the side entrance. “I’m looking for Damion, please,” I asked the man at the door. Damion then appeared and said, “I’m so glad you came back! Come on.” I followed him through windy alleys and doors, until we reached backstage and … Ray Charles. He was smiling and chatting with people. Someone so extraordinary, doing something so ordinary.

Damion pulled up a chair on the stage itself, behind the curtain. “Have a seat here for now. Don’t go anywhere; I have to check on a few things.”

I watched the band tune up on the stage. A few minutes later, I turned and Ray Charles was right next to me. Two inches away from me. I could feel his energy as he walked by. Magnetic and electrifying. My brain went into overdrive. This was freaking out of control, unbelievable, amazing. I was pinching myself. Tense people rushed by, organizing the show.

Damion reappeared with a ticket in his hand. “Masada, your seat is eighth row center. You’ll be sitting next to the drummer’s niece. Come backstage after the show.”

“Sweet, thanks.” I walked to my seat in sheer disbelief. Moments later, Ray walked out on the stage and the audience roared. The moment his fingers touched the piano, the room rocked with a wild energy. The rhythm, the movement, the sheer joy of the crowd. The songs ranged from soulful to upbeat, each piece of music more glorious than the preceding one. The lights sparkled across the stage as his fingers danced across the keyboard and his voice put the audience into a trance. I wiped away tears.

The show ended, people started piling out. I walked over to the stage and was asked, “Where’s your backstage pass?” Then the man did a double take, “Oh wait, you are Damion’s friend. Go right ahead. I think he’s in the back.”

I giggled, loving my newfound status as “Damion’s friend.” I wandered back and saw family members and friends mingling with Ray Charles.

Damion saw me. “Hey! Did you like the show?”

“Thank you so much, you can’t even imagine.”

We walked back center stage and Damion showed me Ray’s piano. On the piano itself was a list in Braille of the order of the songs that were preformed that night. Damion explained that’s how Ray knew the musical order for his performance. Smiling, I rubbed my fingers over the Braille stickers stuck to the piano and marveled at the man, his talent and the magic of the night.

Damion then popped the question: “Do you want to meet Ray?”

“Um …” and it felt like an eternity. “That’s OK. I’m so grateful for just being here …”

The truth was, I didn’t know what to say to Ray other than the typical “That was amazing. I love your music!” lame stuff that I think they all hear. Terrible time to feel shy and one of the very few times in my life that I’ve gotten that way. But could great have gotten much greater anyway?

Happiness in Hawaii

In 2014, according to a Gallup poll the hypothetical happiest American was described as a tall, Asian-American man over 65 years old, who lives in Hawaii, is married with children, owns a business, earns a household income of more than $120,000 a year — and is an observant Jew.

While I don’t fit most of the criteria, I thought why not investigate on my own. Hawaii was a mere plane ride away. And if you are seeking a mecca for happiness, are going to take your first trip with your baby, Hawaii might just be a more relaxing place to start then say NYC.

Upon arrival to Kona in the Big Island of Hawaii, we were whisked away and taken to the Four Seasons oceanfront luxury resort in Hualalai. Our check in was completed on comfy couches where we were presented with thirst quenching drinks, tasty treats and sweet scented leis.

Upon arriving to our oceanfront cabana, the view was endless, only broken up by palm trees caressing the skyline. There were black and white rocks dotting a shoreline filled with fine white sand. This along with the soft sound of the wind dancing over the water made me realize I had arrived at a garden paradise. One of the most relaxing aspects of our quarters was the outdoor lava rock shower decorated with pink and white orchids.

We left our room and strolled towards the beach, and I held my baby close. I put him down to stand on the sand, and as his eyes looked up he gasped. My husband and I recited the Shechaniau. It was our son’s first time seeing the ocean. The enormity of the vast blue blanket of water, with its gentle crashing waves topped in blues, greens and grays made me also stare with wonder and awe. It was as if I was also viewing the world through my nine-month-old baby’s eyes.


The next morning we found our way to King’s Pond, a perfect place for snorkeling as there are over 4000 tropical fish to see and to swim amongst and it is mere steps away from the beach. After a quick dip, I held my son’s hand as he grinned and walked on the sand towards the water. We played and giggled in the ocean under swaying palm trees until our stomachs growled.

Luckily the majestic breakfast buffet was our next stop and it was overflowing with fresh papayas, star fruit, mango slices, blueberries, melons, croissants, buttery rolls, Hawaiian pastries, meats, cheeses, smoked salmon and a entire breakfast selection just for children. After rushing through breakfasts for months, the outlandish spread was a sight for sore and often hungry eyes.

My plate was crowded with delicacies; I stared at the ocean and sipped on my coffee. I was jolted by the smooth taste. It was among the best coffees I had ever tasted from around the globe. It was called, Buddha’s Cup and was 100 percent Kona coffee.

The Big Island of Hawaii is dotted with coffee plantations, both big and small. Visiting one and learning how coffee was made was on the adventure do to list once we completed the relaxing part of the trip.

A few days later, we met up with the rest of our family at the gorgeous Fairmont Orchid which is a family friendly resort located on the coast. The sandy lagoon with its azure waters is filled with snorkelers, an endless amount of colorful fish and they even host yoga classes on paddleboards. If you are in the mood for a scenic stroll, walk past the golf course to experience a spectacular coastal trail filled brilliant views.

Every afternoon, anywhere from five to eight Hawaiian Green Sea Turtles appeared and catch some rays relaxing as the warm setting sun hit the shoreline.

We elected to stay on the Gold level, which was a great move, as not only is the food delicious, it is plentiful and there are meals and snacks provided daily, so no need to waste time looking for restaurants.

Now in earnest the touring began, as The Big Island of Hawaii is filled with stunning sites and interesting activities and untold beauty in every direction.

One morning we set out towards Hilo and with a few scenic stops in mind, one being the magnificent Hawaii Tropical Botanical Gardens. Today, the gardens are breathtaking, however it was a labor of love. Their creator, Dan J. Lutkenhouse, discovered the Onomea Valley in 1977 while vacationing with his wife, Pauline. He purchased the area, an overgrown jungle, choking with wild invasive trees, weed and thorn thickets, and strangling vines. His goal was to create a garden paradise. After eight years of backbreaking work on the part of Dan, his assistant Terry Takiue, and two helpers the Garden was open to the public in 1984.

The 40-acre valley is filled with nature trails, a tropical rainforest, bubbling streams and it boasts over 2,000 species of international plants. Visitors are also treated to several scenic waterfalls and the crashing waves of the ocean along the rugged Pacific coast.

Another coastal must see area is Hawaiʻi Volcanoes National Park, a World Heritage Site comprised of two active volcanoes: Kilauea and Maunaloa. Founded in 1916, the Park encompasses 333,000 acres from the summit of Maunaloa to the sea. There are 150 miles of hiking trails through volcanic craters, scalded deserts and even rain forests. Visitors can also tour a museum, see petroglyphs, and experience a walk-in lava tube.

Because of the rich volcanic soil, Hawaii is filled with an enormous variety of flora and fauna. It also is the perfect place for coffee trees to thrive, and since the morning I tasted Buddha’s coffee, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. So while en-route to somewhere else I asked my sister Audrey and brother in law Gabriel to add it to our tour itinerary for the day.

They agreed, and without a thought to call and see if they were even open, I Goggled the address. We drove up a tiny windy road until we were completely surrounded by coffee trees in all directions on what seemed to be the top of the mountain.

We saw nothing but construction. Moments later, a woman with long blond hair appeared and asked us what we were looking for and where we were from. Her name was Christine Coleman, and she was the owner. She explained the visitor’s center was being renovated, but invited us for a personal tour where she explained they not only grew coffee beans but also macadamia nuts too.

The area was stunning, filled with large trees with flowers dangling down, and greenery as far as the eye could see, it was clear even under construction that the facility was going to be gorgeous.

Since our visit, the coffee plantation is once again open and it provides guests free tea and coffee tastings. Additionally, visitors can pay a small fee and go on a four-wheel drive education tour of the plantation.

Meanwhile I have returned back to reality from my Hawaii paradise relaxation vacation.

At home, alas, there are no long lingering breakfasts by the beach filled with exotic fruits and someone serving me. However once in a while, I brew Buddha’s Cup and for a brief moment in time, it all comes rushing back, the beach, the garden paradise bursting with orchids, the crashing waves and it makes me smile. Finding happiness is easy in Hawaii, but you don’t have to live there to take homes its bubbling spirit.
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