In Which Four Random Bands Play My Backyard.

Through the efforts of a friend-of-a-friend, we wound up playing host to four out-of-town bands yesterday evening. Two had come all the way from Canada; the other two from exotic and far-off San Francisco. ;)

It was a delightful evening on a number of levels. The music was relaxed, heartfelt, unpretentious, and fairly good. At one point, I joined a musician-experimenter on stage as a volunteer in an artist-audience collaborative song and played "the best solo ever blown" on my rare and dainty yow-a-phone. Friends of mine, of my father's, of my neighbor/ex-roommate/BFF's, of the bands' intermingled. Children roamed the wilds of the garden. I reconnected with some folks and thereby proved the veracity of my latest fortune cookie fortune ("friends long absent are coming back to you").

It is, and continues to be, a strange and precious world.

And I leave for Tokyo in less than two weeks.

Bands:
Fall Horsie
Ghost Bees
Jeremy Dalmas and You
Barackadactyl and the Changing Face of America