The Crab Festival
I wrote the following while I was out alone in the city, read on if you dare, I just thought it might interest some of you. It might be a waste of time, you be the judge.
Today I find myself at the SF Crab Festival, I never liked sea food and never really had crab and I still haven’t. Festivals really bring people together- I haven’t been in the city in months and this is where I have ended up. Waiting for a band to begin while watching a raffle for which I had no ticket, I really was having a great time. I would have gotten something to drink but I had no money or not enough. The band played Bluegrass, Irish, Cajun and old time music. There was a violinist, mandolinist, cellist and what appeared to be a Hawaiian guitarist. They started with a song about cream corn and went into “Polly Wally Doodle All Day”, truly amazing stuff. It don’t mean a thing if you ain’t go that swing, the man wailed passionately and smoothly. It was a soft melody with a sweet violin solo, very pure. A child dancing is a very happy sight. I can’t help but smile; I guess that’s why they always put them on the screen at baseball games. As a child I didn’t like festivals much but now I wish I had been able to appreciate them. The crab was starting to smell real good but I had no money to try it, even if I built up the courage to do so. Harmonica never appealed to me more then right now. I suppose the cellist was more of a bassist, looked about the same to me though. The Shots were the name of the band, each song impressed me more. Sitting in Union Square listening to the lead singer make rips on commercialism was refreshing, when surrounded by it so blatantly. The more I see children with their families the more I know I want kids of my own. Listening to this music I really feel like I am in A Mighty Wind, good music this is, and I am the only one under 20, sitting here solely for the music. They played “These boots are made for walking” probably the best version I had heard. A woman in black leather sits in front of me and cheers her heart out. Later she pulls out a fancy scarf which she continues to knit. Un-expected things happen everyday. Listening to a violinist play down an alley had to give him a dollar with a smile, I love this city.
P.S
I think my roommate is going mad, he laughs like the Joker with an intent lost to mankind.
Today I find myself at the SF Crab Festival, I never liked sea food and never really had crab and I still haven’t. Festivals really bring people together- I haven’t been in the city in months and this is where I have ended up. Waiting for a band to begin while watching a raffle for which I had no ticket, I really was having a great time. I would have gotten something to drink but I had no money or not enough. The band played Bluegrass, Irish, Cajun and old time music. There was a violinist, mandolinist, cellist and what appeared to be a Hawaiian guitarist. They started with a song about cream corn and went into “Polly Wally Doodle All Day”, truly amazing stuff. It don’t mean a thing if you ain’t go that swing, the man wailed passionately and smoothly. It was a soft melody with a sweet violin solo, very pure. A child dancing is a very happy sight. I can’t help but smile; I guess that’s why they always put them on the screen at baseball games. As a child I didn’t like festivals much but now I wish I had been able to appreciate them. The crab was starting to smell real good but I had no money to try it, even if I built up the courage to do so. Harmonica never appealed to me more then right now. I suppose the cellist was more of a bassist, looked about the same to me though. The Shots were the name of the band, each song impressed me more. Sitting in Union Square listening to the lead singer make rips on commercialism was refreshing, when surrounded by it so blatantly. The more I see children with their families the more I know I want kids of my own. Listening to this music I really feel like I am in A Mighty Wind, good music this is, and I am the only one under 20, sitting here solely for the music. They played “These boots are made for walking” probably the best version I had heard. A woman in black leather sits in front of me and cheers her heart out. Later she pulls out a fancy scarf which she continues to knit. Un-expected things happen everyday. Listening to a violinist play down an alley had to give him a dollar with a smile, I love this city.
P.S
I think my roommate is going mad, he laughs like the Joker with an intent lost to mankind.
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