Loose Leaf Notes

I’m working on St. Patrick’s Day (supporting an adult with disabilities), so the extent of my celebratory wearing of green will likely be the two green wristbands from the two bands I saw perform this weekend.

I earned the first one Friday night at Dogtown Roadhouse where I heard Paleface perform and fantasized them singing “Put Down that Styrofoam” on Saturday Night Live and imagined it could be as popular a musical refrain as John Lennon’s “Give Peace a Chance.”

I had to conserve my energy, take nap, a hit of ginseng and a cup of black tea caffeine to get myself (Joe was off leading a mindfulness retreat) to the big 25 year anniversary of The Kind, a popular area jam band that specializes in Grateful Dead covers, where I knew I would be called to dance for nearly two hours without sitting down.

“You have one already! Where did you get that?” asked Grateful Steve the doorman at the Pine Tavern pavilion when he saw I already had a green wrist band on. I explained that the Roadhouse used the same color ones the night before. “Give me another one anyways. It will give me something to brag about,” I told him.

I was fighting off a cold, but I happily made both shows, proving that the girl who grew up in the beach town of Hull, Massachusetts, dancing every weekend at the Surf Ballroom to bands like the Rockin Ramrods, Paul Revere and the Raiders and Question Mark and the Mysterians still lives.