Portland came well equipped with a small church-run coffeehouse that I could habituate when not working.
It is pleasant to just for a moment, step back, and realize that some things have not yielded to either technology or years.
After a few days, Bob and Chris would sweep us out of the house if we hadn't already crisped our welcome by arguing too loud at four in the morning.
Listen, candy is sweet, but you can't make a steady diet of it.
Well, here it is. It took about an hour of digging around to locate. It's a list. A setlist. It contains a listing of the songs that I regularly performed when I composed the list. It's very late, probably around 1977.
My friends described the backside of Beacon Hill in the '60s as a working-class slum. Not at all an accurate description. Worn at the heels, seen better times, shabbily genteel; those were better descriptors.
I sat down to watch the movie " a Mighty Wind" with some trepidation.
The Cafe Why Not didn't stand; it lurked below ground level opposite the Cafe Wha in New York's Greenwich Village.