This weekend my gal and I went to Concord, Massachusetts to visit family and friends and dress up all nice to drink cocktails on Saturday night. While we were in Concord we walked across the Old North Bridge, the central battleground for the first day of battle in the American Revolution. There may have been tea thrown in Boston, but there was blood spilled in Concord. Boy howdy.
One of the reasons was that there were huge munitions stations in Concord so the British were trying to get at the heart of the matter of these militias. I’m told this, but I wasn’t actually there.
We crossed the bridge and walked around the hill for about an hour. It was a beautiful day and as Bono says, we didn’t let it get away. It’s so picturesque there; I can understand what the colonists loved about it. They must have thought this bridge would be there forever. And it has in a way, but in another way it’s been built and rebuilt five times.
Saturday, as a surprise event, Dan, Julie and many other Concordians and/or former Concordians went canoeing six miles down the Concord River. Some people were in tubes for they are not righteous enough for a canoe. It was a great weekend to spend in Concord and traveling under the Old North Bridge made me think of those ninety-five red coats coming to fight a group of farmers. They were probably laughing, chilling out, relaxing all cool and then a bunch of colonials started to appear. At one time they were their fellow countrymen, but God dammit they’d been taxed too much! Take that and that! And that and that and that!
The coated men of red were in a deeper red now. Deep in blood. Deep in debt of loss of men. Deep in red sunlight as the sun set over the meadow. I assume the battle ended at sunset.
It is a beautiful bridge and if you’re ever in Concord for more than two hours I recommend going. Although I don’t recommend being in Concord for too much longer than thirty minutes. Daniel Davis Tovrov and I had to; we grew up there.
Friday night we’ll be transcending New York City and hosting Transcendentalist Television in Brighton, Massachusetts. It’s our first show in the Greater City of Boston and were are wicked fecking excited about it, dude! All of that was said in a Boston accent. The last sentence was not. I don’t know what accent I’m saying this sentence in; probably Turkish.
Here’s the info:
Friday June 5th
9 PM
Brighton, Massachusetts
Castlebar (575 Washington Ave.)
$5
It’s gonna be a great time. $7 Amber Bock Pitchers too. That is not to be beaten. I pay like $13 for a Miller Lite pitcher. Well, I don’t pay it, but that’s what they charge for it and that is why I am forced to steal their beer. It’s the businesses that make me do it!
I’m doing Ed Sullivan On Acid in Freddy’s Backroom at 9 PM. It’s hosted by the hilarious Pat O’Shea who holds quite a good standing in my respect. He recently came out with a CD (Not Friendly) and he is from Boston, Massachusetts, which does put you in my favor. He also has a great looking headshot and show that has been going strong for over five years.
Also, Transcendentalist Television is this Friday in Brighton, Massachusetts at Castlebar at 9 PM! Can you believe it?! We’ve got Daniel M. Solomon back with the segment Make Me A Movie and our house band is going to be outstanding! Dan and I have a lot of special things planned. Don’t you worry. You don’t have to make any plans except plans to come! Isn’t that perfect? Did I mention that there are really cheap pitchers of beer? And not a ‘Light’ or a ‘Pabst’ but something with a ‘Boc’. Wow.
