When a memory like this pops up on my news feed= Priceless.....I remember taking this photo and pulling everyone together to capture the joy I felt in my heart. I showed up with pink roses for everyone...just because of the LOVE I felt with this tribe! Since this time...I have lost my dear friend, lover, companion and soul brother. We started our courtship at a Lichen rage in Bedford at Slammers (oh shit...I just forgot the name before it turned to slammers! lol...getting old folks') WE all have felt the loss of this GIANT HEART! Douglas David Bernard. RIP. I will be sending pictures of the crew with Lichen playing at my baby shower at Bear Brook in 2004. Infinite Gratitude. You are missed.
The time: Saturday night, February 24, 2018. Not a time that would strike anyone as particularly auspicious.
The place: The almost unfindable Area 23, both off the grid and yet within a siren song of the state prison.
The crowd: Granite Staters, some young, but mostly members of what gerontologists dub "PreGeezers."
The event: Lawdie, what a party! Lawdie, what a show!
I was brand-new to the group, though I had sensed in Charlie a becoming magic from the earliest volleyball days. Only gradually did I learn he not only liked music -- he made music -- and WHAT music! Young and Dead and even Traffic rumbled out of those gee-tars, while the humptyback whales in the crowd shimmied and shook. Not everyone was dancing -- but it wasn't hard to see what everyone was doing: grinning.
It was that kind of music.
It was that kind of night.
It is that kind of band.
Thank you to each of the marvelous musicians....and thank you especially to Charlie (and Eileen!)....!