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Bob Mosebach (above) and I played the bar and coffeehouse circuit in CT in the 1990’s, with some bookstores, house parties and 4-H camps thrown in to boot. He’s a great musician who still plays out a couple times a week. One nite, we played an end of summer concert at a local camp, to a demographic way younger than our normal crowd. Bob had been working there as the camp nurse, and as we were setting up, I wondered about holding the attention of the 150+ kids and adolescents in the cafeteria/hall. Without hesitating, he said “PA and amps on 10”. We opened with Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” at maximum volume; Bob at full throttle on a 12 string, and me wailin some of the loudest leads of my life. It worked – we played to a very attentive and appreciative audience the whole night.
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In a room, by himself, a man plays a trumpet, and I remember how Music, perhaps the most naturally gregarious of the arts, can also be the most solitary of pursuits. It’s said that Eric Clapton, even after some early success as a guitarist, locked himself away for the greater part of a year to further develop his chops. “Practice and practice and practice some more, to bring the Muses to your door.” I also remember my good friend RR, aka Mssr. E. Demi -D’amour, practicing some simple blues scales on his trumpet, deep in his VT woods – a remarkably beautiful listening experience.
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The prospects for the team in orange did not seem particularly improved with their new pitcher. The ball can be seen heading toward the fence, in a line directly above the coach behind the mound. The catcher was probably glad the game eventually ended.
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Looking towards the back porch, ocean side, of a summer cottage, ready to go for the season (see earlier posts – Offseason I and II).
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Late winter, out in the middle of a mountain pond, temperature hovering at freezing but no wind, dressed warmly, hanging out with friends – the allure of ice fishing.
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Fifteen minutes before the actual “Penguin Plunge”, where these guys and 150+ others will jump into a 34 degree F. ocean, all to benefit the Special Olympics. Theirs was the most boisterous preparation by far.
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