I'm pleased to report that Revelry today joined the ranks of a club that includes "Gilmore Girls," "Friends," and "Home Improvement," among others. This blog will soon be translated into French, Italian and German, with posts from three years ago reaching readers abroad as if I'd written them yesterday.
That's right.
Well, no, that's actually wrong.
But Revelry is now in syndication, and I believe that to be rather neat.
Quick greetings to those who have made their way here after becoming link-happy over at Outlet, the Lowell-based creative webzine/entity that has begun to feature excerpts from this here blog (insert thanks to the Outlet peeps - and Robbie - here).
Welcome. Please feel free to stick around and say hello.
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9.08.2006
Ahh, hello big world
"Goodbye Little World" closes out the brilliance that is Remy Zero's "Villa Ellaine." After the exhilerating musical rollercoaster of the previous ten tracks, the closer is a charming little ditty that leaves one bobbing one's head with a smile on one's face.
Well, in our little house
There's always room
For all the friends
That help us through
These struggling days
It was in my head last night, shortly before The Damnwells took the stage at TT the Bear's in Cambridge.
I'd moved to the bar to order a beer when I cast a glance back, to the spot to which I'd soon return. Five people were gathered into a loose clump, some standing, others leaning against the partition that separated bar from performance/dancefloor space.
They composed my group for the night. Familiar and friendly faces that have played roles in shaping my experiences in this area over the years - in one case, well before even that. Demonstrating the deceptively tiny nature of that which is the music scene I delve into, all had traveled to Cambridge for the night, arriving in pairs or solo, gradually meshing together with smiles and hugs of greeting.
Others that I knew were interspersed throughout the crowd. It was difficult to scan the audience without letting my gaze fall on a recognizable face.
A random, whirlwind impulse had prompted me to throw clothing into two bags and head to Massachusetts a night earlier than originally planned. It was the prospect of seeing one of my closest friends, bolstered by the promise of a good show by one of my favorite bands.
But as I returned to my spot and shared a smile or two, it felt most as if I had simply come home.
And we got heavy traffic on the stairs
With darlin' Sherrie over there and Sarah's back in town
Kim and Kay sit on the floor
While Zelda hides the closet doors,
Never to be found
See John smile and Mia sigh
Katie cries
Mia plays the violin.
This little world is all I need
And hey, this little world needs
Not much more to be a
Completely perfect world
We will be leaving soon
And we might never get back to you
But before we do
Goodbye and fare thee well
Well, in our little house
There's always room
For all the friends
That help us through
These struggling days
It was in my head last night, shortly before The Damnwells took the stage at TT the Bear's in Cambridge.
I'd moved to the bar to order a beer when I cast a glance back, to the spot to which I'd soon return. Five people were gathered into a loose clump, some standing, others leaning against the partition that separated bar from performance/dancefloor space.
They composed my group for the night. Familiar and friendly faces that have played roles in shaping my experiences in this area over the years - in one case, well before even that. Demonstrating the deceptively tiny nature of that which is the music scene I delve into, all had traveled to Cambridge for the night, arriving in pairs or solo, gradually meshing together with smiles and hugs of greeting.
Others that I knew were interspersed throughout the crowd. It was difficult to scan the audience without letting my gaze fall on a recognizable face.
A random, whirlwind impulse had prompted me to throw clothing into two bags and head to Massachusetts a night earlier than originally planned. It was the prospect of seeing one of my closest friends, bolstered by the promise of a good show by one of my favorite bands.
But as I returned to my spot and shared a smile or two, it felt most as if I had simply come home.
And we got heavy traffic on the stairs
With darlin' Sherrie over there and Sarah's back in town
Kim and Kay sit on the floor
While Zelda hides the closet doors,
Never to be found
See John smile and Mia sigh
Katie cries
Mia plays the violin.
This little world is all I need
And hey, this little world needs
Not much more to be a
Completely perfect world
We will be leaving soon
And we might never get back to you
But before we do
Goodbye and fare thee well
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