"Our most ancient metaphor says life is a journey. Memoir is travel writing, then, notes taken along the way, telling how things looked and what thoughts occurred. . . .This is the traveler who goes on foot, living the journey, taking on mountains, enduring deserts, marveling at the lush green places...as a pilgrim, seeking, wondering." -Patricia Hampl
March 22, 2010
The Start of the Seasons/Unofficial Lineups
Apparently, Dustin Pedroia is already on fire, and baseball season's still so young that I can barely sniff the Fenway Franks. But if the tease of sunlight and warmth we got in Rochester last week was any indication of Spring--I'll even take the return of the family of bluebirds in the backyard as a sign--then the sounds of Don Orsillo and Jerry Remy can't be far behind.
And you know what that means: it's music season. Better--it's FREE music season. Our Little City by the Great Lake does a fair job of providing its residents with decent music through the warmer months. Residents can perambulate downtown, white wines or beer or whatever in hand, and catch live acts, from old bluesy men and their guitars to international-music quartets that can get even the most reserved of the white winers to shake their merengue-makers.
This year's lineup includes Jeff Beck (the first of two shows is already sold out), and a show in the Bowl with Phil Lesh and Bob Weir. And someone else.
In December, buying a ticket didn't seem like such a bad idea. Seeing Bernie Wiliams work his fingers around a six-string posed little threat in the off-season. But if he's good--as his website proposes--I'm going to hear even more about how talented the Yanks are than usual. It will make for a rather unharmonious domestic situation, I think, as the Sox/Yanks rivalry in our house is as permanent as our 50-year-old furnace--and burns as hot. I bought the ticket in my husband's interest--as going to the Jazz Fest and the NYY's are two of his summertime staples. I'd hope that if Papelbon or Beckett were touring and touting some artsy wares that Heath would thoughtfully surprise me too.
So I'm a good wife. A really good wife, and will even stop my tongue from making Tea-Party type jabs and quips during the concert.
But after that: Game ON.
Posted by monica gebell