It’s spring. Not only in the official sense, but in the weatherly sense. Yesterday was gloomy and depressing. (It doesn’t help that I’m still sick.) Today, the sky is a bright blue, happy little clouds are scudding across the sky, the flowers are in bloom, the trees are budding, the horses are foaling… Ah, such a day.
Last night, Dad, Jack, Trish and I went to see Jonathan Richman at Starr Hill. What a thoroughly weird guy. He puts on a very interesting show. David Byrne meets They Might Be Giants meets Tiny Tim.