This is My Home: Voices from the Chelsea Hotel is an interactive sound walk that celebrates the Chelsea Hotel’s past and present as a unparalleled and historic home for writers, visual artists, musicians, performers, and creative people of all types.

The audience will take an immersive sonic journey through the Chelsea neighborhood, listening to an audio collage of stories and philosophies from current and past residents, with original music composed by resident Gerald Busby. The tour will end in El Quijote Restaurant at the Chelsea Hotel where audience members and residents alike can share stories, histories, and sangria.

If you have any experiences or musings regarding the Chelsea Hotel and you would like to share them with us, please submit!!


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Mar 20, 2012
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As Radek and Sophie walked through the streets and reveling at the beauty of the city and its many gifts, they happened upon a street artist creating a beautiful chalk drawing in Union Square. A fitting end to celebrate a day of gloriously rogue artmaking!
"When I went back upstairs I felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with these people, though i had no way to interpret my feeling of prescience. I could have never predicted that I would one day walk in their path. At that moment I was still a gangly twenty-two-year-old book clerk, struggling simultaneously with several unfinished poems. 
On that night, too excited to sleep, infinite possibilities seemed to swirl above me. I stared up at the plaster ceiling as I had done as a child. It seemed to me that the vibrating patterns overhead were sliding into place.
The mandala of my life.”
Patti Smith, Just Kids

As Radek and Sophie walked through the streets and reveling at the beauty of the city and its many gifts, they happened upon a street artist creating a beautiful chalk drawing in Union Square. A fitting end to celebrate a day of gloriously rogue artmaking!

"When I went back upstairs I felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with these people, though i had no way to interpret my feeling of prescience. I could have never predicted that I would one day walk in their path. At that moment I was still a gangly twenty-two-year-old book clerk, struggling simultaneously with several unfinished poems. 

On that night, too excited to sleep, infinite possibilities seemed to swirl above me. I stared up at the plaster ceiling as I had done as a child. It seemed to me that the vibrating patterns overhead were sliding into place.

The mandala of my life.”

Patti Smith, Just Kids