The Living Rockumentary

I had a great musical weekend. On Friday, we had a rehearsal for the Mark Mulcahy show at the Daffodil Festival in Meridan, CT. Brian, Ken, Dave Trenholm, and I were the band. After the practice, Lesa and I went out for dinner with our friend Debbie. It was a sort-of goodbye dinner since Debbie is moving to NYC for a few months. Fresh Pasta Company. We got THAT waitress.

Then we headed over to The Elevens to see Space Captain play. Nice work, boys.

The next day, Lesa and I went on an improvability drive and braved the rain and possible crowds to go see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It was a rainy Saturday, but the theatre ended up only being about a third full. I loved the movie. I want to see it again.

That night we had another Mulcahy practice and then had a few folks over to watch some of Brian's clip-DVDs of old 120 Minutes videos and interviews. Nice.

Sunday morning started early. Lesa, Brian, Ken and I drove down to Meridan to play this Daffodil Festival. It was chilly and rainy but word was that it would clear before we were to hit the stage. Part-way down, Mark called me and suggested that no matter what we do, when we are driving, do NOT ask any policemen for directions, as he was just given the run around. When we go to the park, we had no choice but to speak to a cop in order to get permission to drive in, and, sure enough, he most unhelpfully sent us on a wild goose-chase.

Eventually, we found our way in through the windy park roads and colorful pedestrians. We pulled in behind the concert shell where we were to play and Mark came down to greet us. He pointed to a Rock and Roll Camper and said, "That's for us, there's food and beer in there."

We unloaded our equipment into a small room on the side of the stage, while a good band, whose name escapes me, was already playing. Lesa, Brian, and I then went down to check out the Camper Green Room. Inside was a nice spread: Deli Platter, Bagels, Fruit, Power Bars, Gum, Chips, Sodas, Water, Beer, Bottles of Wine. Brian had a strawberry and Lesa and I were surveying the treats when Juliana Hatfield walked in and picked up a newspaper and sat on the sofa. She introduced herself and almost-suspiciously asked if we were playing that day. We introduced ourselves. Then she read the paper and the three of us low-lifes stood around awkwardly until I suggested we scope out the stage a little more. So we left.

Juliana is tiny.

Ous show was good fun. Ken and I shared guitars and a keyboard, I also got to play the glockenspiel, recorder, and slide whistle. The sun broke through at times and it was awesome standing back there playing great songs with amazing musician/friends while looking out at a green hill with spinning carnival rides in the sun.

After the show we took a little walk through the rest of the festival which proved to be much more unpleasant. It was muddy and crowded and seemed to be just a bunch of tents of vendors trying to sell crap to people. We high-tailed it back to the nice side of the hill and watched the majority of Juliana's set. Boston rock to the core.

There are a few pictures of the Mulcahy band over here: