I DO have fun, but not all of it, because there was LOTS of fun, of ALL types going on, all OVER the place at Mears.
Ladies who don’t know how to be ladylike, and certainly don’t know how to sit ladylike in their sun dresses. Hecklers, and dancers, and groupies, oh my.
My fun included a night for t-shirt weather biking with the lawn chair bungeed on back, oodles of forum friends to flutter amongst as the show unfurled, a mid-quality fresh cigar to savor, dancing with Jane to Descender, and prize winning acknowledgement from John, who announced: “I was relieved when I realized Spike was the winner, because I knew I wouldn’t have to shell out 5 bucks for a beer since he doesn’t drink”. I intend to collect a frosty mugged root beer, someday.
And the music! Here’s my Mears show proclamation: The Twilight Hours have become the foremost beauty rock artists (heart-full and heart-ache melodies, performed and sung with seasoned grace and mastery) who also veer into piercing guitar jams and stomp-rocking bravado.
Favorites last night of the former type were: Dreams, Yes, Call Me, Never Mine to Lose and Stay With You. Ass kicking romps of the latter type were: QoT, Forgot Me Now, Telephone, and, of course, Descender!
And the Seeger pillage was the perfect fit for the mood at Mears, though I doubt Dr Neau appreciated the lightening reference.
My throne can be clearly seen in those photos, empty next to Dr Neau. I was in the trees with Psh discussing secret treasures that will someday be shared.
And I had a moment afterward to tell Matt about the looming gathering for the Fair, hailing from all directions: all of the closer Super Squadders, plus, Kara and brother from Philly, Floyderdog and wife from New Mexico, possibly SS from Nebraska, and I have inside information that Rob might even stop by on his way from Cali to Germany.
Matt was astonished. Clearly surprised. And it seemed to me, flattered. My sense is, as fun as Mears was, the Fair will be the place to be… as autumn closes in.
