celebrities at the ballpark

forget jack at the lakers, and everybody else who is anybody else at the sox, (do you think a-rod is f***-ing ben affleck whenever he comes to boston?), i got to thoroughly enjoy the enhanced shangri-lowell version last night at the spinners, and it's out of deference to privacy (and not to offend ben affleck in case he's also involved with any of the relevant parties) that i'll leave the details a little vague. after all, i wouldn't want to bring the worst of boston and new york to a much better place, nor betray any of my secret crushes until the beautiful truth can come out in three part harmony on youtube.

i think it's all something i love best about my adopted home town. we're all just folks here, and genuinely inclined to greet each other accordingly. i've met the club owners and sidewalk cafe owners and lead singers (amazing what kind of camaraderie you can engender at a rock and roll bar with little more than a dropkick murphys t-shirt) and (my personal stage favorites) lead guitarists and i'm holding out hope that one day i'm going to finally get introduced to del "dog man" christman over at lelacheur. (tried finding a snap of him in full game-time regalia on the web, but no soap). they all don't know me from adam, and, as we've discussed, they're not going to confuse me with a life-timer the moment i open my not-from-exactly-here mouth, but it never seems to matter. the club and cafe owners most frequently have sported more exotic patois, (though i'm batting 1.000 on 100%-local lead singers in a small but growing sample set), and that's the ultimate beauty of this place.

it's a town that is built on people who come here for their reason(s), and learn to get along with all the other people who have come here (or stayed here) for theirs. not too big that you can't say hi and shake hands with someone you genuinely admire at the ballpark, nor too small to limit the daily opportunities for all that and more.