Lovely spring evening here in Boston. The Indian curtains spring up periodically from their perch on the windowsill, vibrating in the breeze. Would be a nice night for a baseball game or a frisbee toss, but instead I'm packing for New York.
Yes, New York for Memorial Day weekend. Mom and Dad and Anna and Lauri and cousins Max and Emily will all be there, too. We're going to a Howe Gelb show Saturday night. He's made an album I've only recently become familiar with: " 'Sno Angel like You." Gospel-infused folk music, although I'm not sure that's how he would describe it.
Ah, but Radiohead awaits - June 5! Just like the Beck show I went to, right on the harbor at the Bank of America pavilion. My heart leaps every time I think of it. Like walking in a dream. I'm irritated they don't allow cameras at the Pavilion, but perhaps I will be able to capture the experience with my words. (If that's not cliche, I don't know what is).
Linnea, I miss you, but I'm glad you're still on bostonblogs! They don't have northdakotablogs, I guess.
aw, yes, still bostonblogs at heart.