
Well, Faneuil Hall has been swimmingly excellent and excellently swimming…
The finest tourists in the shimmering city’s high market place have been receiving us with open ears and free-moving pocket change.
Some highlights so far have been:
-Being swarmed by a group of field-tripping teenage girls (on a field trip, not tripping in a field). They were either unaware of, or in complete protest against the common conventions of the stage, the flow of a song and personal space. It was excellent. IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE GIRLS, WE WANT COPIES OF THE PICTURES YOU TOOK… please email them to tallheights@gmail.com
-Seeing one the most inspired dance performances i have seen in my entire life. A man on a respirator grasped onto the arms of and danced with two other women, perhaps mothers, aunts or sisters: definitely loved ones. I watched him dance and remembered again why I play.
-Paul remarking upon how often little green bugs fall from the tree above onto him and his instruments. I told him that it hadn’t happened once to me. Later, mid-song, mid-set, i was surprised to feel someone’s touch. Paul, who was supposed to be playing the cello, had paused to remove a bug from his shoulder, to place it on my forearm. As I chuckled through the lyrics of the following few lines, i was sorry to notice that, in hand-off, paul had left the innocent, harmless bug, if not dead, severely mangled in the forest of my arm-hair.
-The promise in a British man’s voice saying, “It won’t be long, now, boys.”
Next week, I’ll be in North Carolina for pleasure, business and booking for a possible tour through the area in the coming year/year.5. Then, after that, we’ll be headlining harpers ferry on June 23rd. This is huge. Don’t miss it.