Friday was borderline for sitting on the porch, right around 60 degrees, but I was really in the mood to get out there. It's been a long winter. There's a spot at the far end where right around 5pm at this time of year the sun hits just right and warms that corner up nicely. Except for the fact that I am completely out of practice, it was quite a pleasant time. The town is still relatively quiet - but picking up, right on schedule. A highlight was when a young man stopped by to listen a bit and to speak with me about my music and to let me know that he plays acoustic bass and is always looking for people to play with. I told him he's welcome anytime. Sean spent his early childhood in Japan and grew up in England and is here for his second summer working at Bad Martha's brew pub. This is what it's all about - the people. I've said it many times before - playing on the porch here on Main Street is a combination of busking and playing in a pub. I love the interface between the porch and the public, and there's just enough space between us: close enough for interaction if desired, and far enough away to stay in my own little zone. It's gonna be a great summer.
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
Friday, February 26, 2021
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Being one who prefers participating rather than observing, I do not attend many concerts - or movies, for that matter - but a few weeks ago I heard that Altan would be at the Somerville Theater, so I thought I would make a weekend for myself in Boston, a weekend that would include the concert, a session at Bunratty, and Mass at St Paul's; a trifecta - my favorite combination of music, photography, and church. (and who knows what other surprises lie in store, for, as I write this on Saturday morning, the weekend is still young).
And yes, the concert was great, as I knew it would be - high energy combined with well seasoned Irish talent, all made slightly more poignant and appreciated, perhaps - at least from this bouzouki player's perspective - by the fact that Ciaran Curran's cherished bouzouki, having been misplaced erroneously by Aer Lingus and heartbreakingly missing for two weeks, had recently been found. While all the music was superb, I especially enjoyed Ciaran's subtle countermelodies and understated backing. Lovely altogether.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
Realizing that my free weekends will soon, for the most part, be coming to an end, I treated myself to a weekend off-island, starting with a quick stop at Best in Plymouth for Caravan servicing, then on to my usual haunts - Bunratty in Reading, Mass at St. Paul's, Harvard Square; Hennessey's, downtown; then back down to Chatham to play with the Squire gang - fulfilling both my need to see friends and play music, as well as allowing me to test the new EOS R - both its low light capabilities, as well as the silent shutter option; also testing the new Note 10 + (performances of both, I can now report, were excellent). I was also glad to have a visit with Brookline friends on Saturday night. All in all it was a great couple of days, feeding me musically, socially, artistically, and spiritually - my favorite combination.
The Bunratty session, with Terry and Emily and many friends, was a great time.
Boston, Sunday morning, from Wollaston Beach
A gorgeous morning for roaming around Cambridge.
Out of Town - which will soon be no more.
Onward to Mass at St. Paul's.
It was an honor to have been asked to photograph the boys.
Then on to Hennessey's to play with Cliodhna and the young guns of Boston...
And now we come full circle, back down to the Cape to play with Rose and Gene and company. Always fun!
Monday morning walk on the beach in Chatham,
And home again, home again, jiggedy jig.