Sun says goodnight to the mountains
Last Saturday I saw Ladysmith Black
Mambazo perform at Harvard’s Sanders Theatre. I had wanted to attend their
annual Boston show for a couple of years, but it sells out months in advance.
And for a good reason! Their show is awesome. Ladysmith is the South African
singing group made famous by Paul Simon’s Graceland. Most of their
songs are in the beautiful Zulu language. Of course I don’t understand a word,
but they convey the feeling so well that you don’t need to. Paul Simon fans
should note that their concert version of “Homeless” is about ten times better
than the Graceland version, by which I mean it’s so amazing it will
make you shiver.
Slainte!
St. Patrick’s day came and went without a hangover. I went to Boston’s parade
for the first time. Despite the freezing cold and occasional snow, it was a
spectacle. Boston has a lot of people who are Irish, or like to pretend to be
Irish, or who just like to get wasted and shout a lot. Pictures
forthcoming.
Slide guitar
Last night I saw Michael Tarbox (with bass genius Zack Hickman) at the Plough
& Stars. A solid performance worth seeing again, even if Michael’s
Dylan-esque voice makes comprehending the actual words (in English!) somewhat
challenging.
Spring, be constant!
Warm temperatures have arrived, even if they’re not very consistent. It’s
starting to smell like Spring. The seagulls are once more cawwwing over my
apartment. Today I saw a gaggle of geese waddling through the crosswalk at the
B.U. Bridge rotary on Memorial Drive.
Stupid bike tricks
This afternoon I purchased a 6′ fiberglass ladder at the hardware store in
Allston. Using a pair of webbing tie-downs, I improvised a pair of backpack
straps and rode my bicycle 3 miles through traffic with the ladder on my back.
Judging by the number of people who stopped and pointed at me—including the
incredulous hardware store cashier—I should be proud of this achievement.
Look, it’s nice out. Why not?
Sesquipedalian
adj., 1: given to the overuse of long words


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