Very Novel

Tonight Gary & I pop across the (thankfully) miraculously still-intact Bay Bridge and ride on in to Alameda for a True Margrit duo gig on a bill with Judea Eden, Amy Meyers and Groovy Judy. The venue is this cool bookstore called Spellbinding Tales Books. By the time we arrive, Sarah (who drove over alone), has already found several novels to purchase, and she is pleased to find more & peruse the wares. Meawhile, we musicians play our own sets and sit in on each others' sets--cuz you just can't be on stage too much.

As we play & sing, the super-attentive crowd sends back all kinds of love that is spread about quite uniformly so that a warm fuzzy feeling is thoroughly manifest in every nook & cranny of the room. Many Cds are bought-- which means those lucky folk who splash out can go home with a little bit of the lovely night to enjoy over & over again, and the bands can enjoy a little cash to toast the gig. The novel ritual called rock is thus enacted. In the town of Alameda it is enacted, and in Rome, and in Poughkeepsie, and your hometown too, my dears.


Monday we will enact it again in Albany (California) at the Ivy Room. That's where we are booked--how novel.