Amazing night. Amazing friends. Amazing Music. Ahhhh, the music. Setlist: Setlist Encore #1 Encore #2 1. Release 20. Strangest Tribe 29. Draw the Line (Aerosmith cover) 2. Long Road 21. Society (Jerry Hannan cover) 30. Alive 3. Elderly Woman Behind the Counter […]
Amazing night. Amazing friends. Amazing Music.
Ahhhh, the music.
|Setlist||Encore #1||Encore #2|
|1. Release||20. Strangest Tribe||29. Draw the Line (Aerosmith cover)|
|2. Long Road||21. Society (Jerry Hannan cover)||30. Alive|
|3. Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town||22. Just Breathe||31. I’ve Got a Feeling (The Beatles cover)|
|4. Low Light||23. Sleeping by Myself (Eddie Vedder song)||32. Baba O’Riley|
|5. All Those Yesterdays||24. Wasted Reprise|
|6. Given to Fly||25. Life Wasted|
|7. Mind Your Manners||26. State of Love and Trust|
|8. Why Go||27. Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd cover)|
|9. Daughter||28. Corduroy|
|10. Even Flow|
|13. I Am Mine|
|15. Black (with Bronson Arroyo)|
|16. Do the Evolution|
|17. Masters of War (Bob Dylan cover)|
|18. I Am a Patriot (Little Steven cover)|
Tonight, in a very dimly lit living room, I spent many hours sifting through some of my old books for 1st world reasons that aren’t important. I haven’t spent much time with my short bound friends in some time so it was […]
Tonight, in a very dimly lit living room, I spent many hours sifting through some of my old books for 1st world reasons that aren’t important. I haven’t spent much time with my short bound friends in some time so it was nice to visit for a while.
The old days of spending endless hours in Northampton and Amherst dusty bookstores and coffee houses is a distant memory but like any powerful memory from our past, there are certain things – smells, sounds, textures, or images – that immediately take us back to those special (or not so special) times.
For me, tonight, it was a freshly opened Walt Whitman; a book that hadn’t been cracked in many, many years. Immediately, it emitted that nostalgic puff of musty poetry that book lovers cherish and in an instant, I was transported to a time when life was simpler and more reflective.
This particular book had been given to me as a Christmas present by my step-father, John. I had been an English major in college with all the answers and he was an English teacher at St. John’s Prep with an perpetual level of patience for me. There were times that we would spend hours talking about books and writers or listening to music. I think we both cherished those conversations, those moments which in hindsight are some of the most special of my life.
I opened that book tonight and peered down at the first page.
I had completely forgotten that he had written that note in the book so many years ago. But almost 22 years later, it moved me.
We lost John in December of 2005 very unexpectedly but for a split second, as I sat in the solace of my book sanctuary, I felt that he was close. That, yes, he *was* proud of me.
I miss him.
I miss our conversations.
I miss sharing our mutual love of music and literature.
But I find comfort knowing that while John will always be like a blade of grass, ‘intricate and fascinating’ in my memories, we can still always meet in a field of grass moving in waves of wind to chat about the demise of authentic rock and the profound loss I feel that he never got to meet all of his grandchildren.
Surely, it’s not the same but it’s just as beautiful, in a different way.
Like he said, ‘It’s good stuff’.
Nine years ago, my wife Val and I moved to Georgetown with our almost one year old identical twins and yellow lab into the house with the white picket fence and with a naive albeit innocent optimism that this was the beginning […]
Nine years ago, my wife Val and I moved to Georgetown with our almost one year old identical twins and yellow lab into the house with the white picket fence and with a naive albeit innocent optimism that this was the beginning of something special.
Little did we know that not only did our lives take on a new and profound purpose with the arrival of our son two years later, but we had in fact embarked on a journey that would ultimately enrich our lives so much more than we had ever expected.
It started with a town.
When your kids are younger and you are new to town, it can sometimes be hard to meet new people and make new friends. This was certainly a challenge for us as well and those first many years we maintained a few close friends within the confines of our respective neighborhoods. We were both working full-time and traveling to Boston everyday while trying to raise 3 young kids. We didn’t sleep. We didn’t go out. We did our best to survive a life of semi-controlled chaos.
We didn’t know many people in town and honestly didn’t know much about the town itself either. But, eventually, when we began to venture out to American Legion Park and any other park in the area to find a few moments of quiet sanity on a park bench while the kids played, we began to recognize faces. At first, a simple ‘hello’ and then eventually there were playdates and coffee.
Slowly but surely, our circle of friends widened outside the neighborhood. The kids started school, played sports, joined dance class, cub scouts, girl scouts and an endless stream of Monkey Joe’s birthday parties. And then the Donohoe 5k.
The circle expanded and we finally felt we were part of a community that we loved so much.
Today, we continue to be fully entrenched in this town. We are active with the GEF (Georgetown Education Foundation) and support the PTA and the GAA as much as we can. We support local businesses and take pride in what this town embodies and the quality of the people that call it home. We have a wealth of great friends who we count on every day to help keep our sanity and every trip to the park, baseball practice, or community fundraiser is always something we look forward to.
We are invested 110% in Georgetown. This is where our kids play, learn, and make friends. These are our streets, our schools, our Fire & Police departments, our selectmen. These are our parks, our Town Hall, and our soon to be Senior Center.
We care about this town as do you.
On Monday, May 9th, our town will hold elections. There will be ballot questions that are important to all of us. Please come out and support this amazing town and community we all share and love.
Your voice matters. Your opinions matter. What you have to say is important, valid, and why we are lucky enough to call Georgetown our home.
I’m not as eloquent as Big Papi, but he is right about one thing.
This is our town. This is your town.