Recently I fed myself with a trip to the mainland, combining an eye doctor appointment on the Cape with an overnight in Boston, a thirty nine hour sojourn that was filled with friends - both planned and impromptu - and music-playing and church and a most welcome change of scenery. I do miss living in Boston, desperately, but am grateful that the recent twelve years I spent in that city gave me a good enough grounding that when I do return, it's as if I'm coming home.
Always a pleasure to play with Rose and Stu at The Tinker's Son in Norwell. On this night, Rose and I were the only fiddles so I had the honor of sitting next to her. Gotta say, the two fiddles sounded great together - Rose is a phenomenal player - way out of my league, that's for sure - and it was a blast to play with her; with everybody, really.
Especially, as always, with Stu's banjo and brilliant guitar backing.
Bobby
Thursday in Cambridge was a sunny spring day - much welcomed after the prolonged snowy and cold winter that everyone thought would never end - so I wandered a bit. Zero Church Street.
From Zero Church to Church Overflowing: St. Paul's Catholic Church,
As usual, I only had time for a few quick impressions and this time only had one lens, the 50/1.4; plenty fast but lacking in width.
The Easter season will take us right up to Pentecost.
Faith, family, friends, and music - it ain't the Hoky Poky, but that's what it's all about.
