The Chippewa Falls music season kicked back into gear starting this evening. And it was a beautiful, beautiful night to be out. The Wife was otherwise detained this evening, camping with the boy scouts up at the fairgrounds. So I was out on a night of freedom. It has been more years, decades in fact, than I care to admit since I was last riding a motorcycle in the country after dark. If there isn't a freeway, or at least a very large road to roll on, I am always back home before sundown. And my eyes?
This is the third time I have seen Frantic Antics. The first time, a solo trip, I came home and gave them an outstanding review. I felt like, at the time, they deserved every word of it. The next time we saw them, The Wife and I were popping in to Every Buddys Bar where they were playing, during band break of a different band over at the Snout. That night they weren't sounding so good and kind of disorganized. …At least during the few songs we were there for.
I was invited to my first local wedding. The Wife, herself, was actually in the thing. A first for her I guess. "Always a bride, never a bridesmaid… <Sigh>". But I am thinking being invited is a sign we have become "from here" now. A happy thing to so be. After a summer of planning and anticipation, the date was upon us and we were at the Heyde Center. Something I was impressed by, a music fan who had three acts booked, social time, dinner and the dance. What I had was the joy of seeing a fresh face. Behind a guitar or occasional violin, Van Isaacson. It was a great experience.
I have to admit it was with a feeling of a little bit of obligation that I found myself walking in the door of the Heyde Center for the Arts. I mean, I don't really go to choir concerts. Where are the drums? Where are the electric guitars? But, a couple of friends asked me. The Wife was involved in getting ready for a boy scout pancake breakfast the next day. I found myself with a little bit of free time. So, I figured, why not?