Almost an entire winter without snow and in one weekend in Vermont, we get over a foot, with deadly icicles to match.
While the rest of the family skied through the whiteout, I caught up on reading, stirred the chili, drank a full pot of tea, and experimented with a loaner camera from work. A big, heavy lens makes even the most amateur of novices feel skillful, even one who is scared to turn off the automatic settings…
Coasting in on the aftershock as usual, I just heard Punch Brothers for the first time on the radio this morning. Believe it or not, there are some really, really awesome people in this world who still listen to music radio and don’t have cable.
These guys are so good I sat in the car for three minutes after the parking meter ran out so I could listen to the whole song. Straight up risked a $300 parking ticket, or whatever gouge-tastic rate the Brookline meter maids are doling out these days. Worth it just to bask in the dexterous banjo playing and bow slaps, the singing weaved up, down, through, and around all manner of scales.
Has anyone seen them live? Seems like that would be ridiculous. They are playing in Burlington on Saturday, a short hop from Stowe where I’ll be traipsing around this weekend through the non-snow, not skiing. With headphones on. Probably listening to Punch Brothers.