Today is the 1"st Annual" Newton Porchfest. I hadn't planned to take any of it in, but a few minutes ago, just as a I stepped outside to take some recycling to the bin, the band at the Auburndale Library (next door) started into Here Comes the Sun — a lovely performance, entirely suited to a lazy spring day. I'm now trying to decide if walking around to the front of the Library (where I could see them as well as hear them) would be pushing it. And sitting in the air-conditioning and writing you all about it in the mean time.
(I originally wrote that I'd stepped outside just as the band next door "started an entirely creditable rendition of Here Comes the Sun" — entirely creditable being a phrase I've become fond of in conversation at some point in the past few years. I'm not sure tat I'd never used it in writing before, but I felt sufficiently unsure to Google it: "deserving public acknowledgment and praise but not necessarily outstanding or successful." Which is closer to damning with faint praise than how I've been using the phrase in speech. I like my usage better, and will probably continue using it that way conversationally, in hope of doing my small bit for semantic shift in the direction of fine distinctions. At any rate, by the definition Google gives, their performance was more than creditable.)
The band, by the way, appear to be The Nays. I'm definitely going to make a point of taking in a show some time.
Note added 2 hours later:
After fifteen years on LJ, I have joined the great exodus. It's lovely over here. Join me!
That was totally a good time. My knee's bitching at me now, but — whatever. It was still totally a good time.
I heard a lot of classic-rock-cover-bands when I lived in Harvard Square 25+ years ago. And only maybe two of those bands — only one I remember for sure — left me in a little pool of contentment the way I am right now. (This despite the OMG I'm old! moment when a band that had been playing songs by The Beatles, The Byrds, The Band — songs that were classics before I was old enough to like girls — started into a Dire Straits song. Not even a song from their first album. A song from an album I bought when it was new. On CD.)
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