As I’ve been more active in the Boston music scene – as both a patron and a participant – I find that more and more people from that scene stumble on to this page. That’s a little embarrassing. Not for what I’ve written, but most certainly for what is absent. Most of the “juicy” (more like lemon spritzed soda water) stuff has been removed or at least hidden. And there’s been very little interesting activity for me directly on the music front – at least not interesting enough to write about. Truthfully though, whatever has been interesting enough in my life to write about is probably stuff I can’t post.
I’ve made an investment here in Boston. And I love it. I’m not going to write about the recent events here in this beautiful city because I couldn’t do it justice when there are so many better writers who’ve paid stunning and informative tributes.
But I do love it here with all my heart.
I love the people. They’re frequently salty and smart and have no time for bull$#*t. Most people I know here are not flashy and don’t appreciate artifice – they are direct with their opinions so you better be able to take it. But I’ve also found them to be sweetly tolerant of the oddballs. Sure, they make look at you askew, but they’ll give you a chance. And when they do, it’s best to use that chance to be sincere about who you are and if you’re a decent sort, they’ll see it – perfection is not required and wouldn’t be trusted anyway.
I love the music scene here which is remarkably diverse but still cozy and jumpin’ somewhere every night of the week. Every single night. And holy sh*t… it’s good. Damn good. The best artists do not always fly away to New York, Nashville or LA… many of them stay right here. And why shouldn’t they… this place is awesome!
I even love driving here – the roads are f#$%ing stupid and confusing but when I start to feel frustrated with it, I have to laugh… I feel like I’m being affectionately picked on. Like previous generations are laughing at me from on high… Yeah, yeah, I get it… that’s hilarious… now how the f#$% do I get to the Pike? Yup, Boston loves to bust your balls a little – it’s part of the fun.
I feel like I belong here. I care about it. It’s my home now. And I think forever. Casares’ roam… we always have… and many still do… but there’s always the “last place” we’re going to live. And I think this it for me.
Suddenly, I feel like there are repercussions for what I write here. I never really felt that way too much before – I never felt so invested.
This site is not going anywhere – it’s mine and it’s staying… but I need to think about the direction I want this site to take…
My life has changed so much in the past 12 months and it continues to change so fast that, to be honest, I don’t know what the hell is happening half the time! I want to be able to continue to talk to you about it.
For my patient long-time readers from even blogs gone by, I know you’re out there still checking in on me from time to time – I love you for that and thank you… You make me feel connected to a larger world and I never feel alone.
For new readers… I hope I give you a reason to come back.