2 January 2015 (off-line for a few days)
Haiku for today:
That music soothes beasts
Has never been disputed.
The Black Cat heals woes.
It’s Friday night at the Black Cat School of Rock, blessedly just down the hill from our house. A group of mostly regular characters shows up for open-mic night in this one-room school. The playlist is mainly rock, but also some blues, bluegrass, and grocer Tim Newton’s beautiful, sad ballad “Timber and Coal,” lamenting the enduring loss that quick fortunes brought to a West Virginia town.
Someone (the owner?) has baked cookies and served potato chips on a platter on the piano, in proximity to the big tip jar, which is also passed around the room.
(William always marvels at how the performers fearlessly “put it all out there,” saying he could never do that. Maybe one day he will.)