This has been quite a fine weekend exploring our new home.
First, Beats. As in, yesterday we got out to Jamaica Plain for a free music festival:
To be precise, it was the first Jamaica Plains Music Festival, a free all-day gathering in the park featuring exclusively local bands. Some of the bands were quite good, but what I really liked was the ethos- a festival in the community featuring the creative talent of the community. I hope to find a lot more of this kind of thing as I become part of the local creative community.
I also thought it was very interesting to see the differences between the crowd at the festival and San Francisco, where Abbey and I got to several outdoor music gatherings in our time across the street from Golden Gate Park. Some pertinent observations:
- The crowd in JP was very much whiter. Not quite exclusively, but definitely into the 90+ percentile.
- It was also much more enchilded. As I think back, most of my close friends in San Francisco were childless, and meaning to stay that way. I guess it’s that kind of city!
- Compared to any large outdoor gathering in SF, there was much less whiff of ganja in the air. As in zero.
- Ditto with the whiff of homeless.
That’s it for now. Further cultural anthropology of Greater Boston to follow at a later time…
Now, on to Beats. Abbey and I headed to Lowell, Massachusetts today. This is somewhere I’ve wanted to visit since teenage nights staying up to the early AM hours in my parent’s living room reading biographies of Jack Kerouac while drinking kool-aid infused with vodka I’d snuck into the house. Today’s pilgrimage to Kerouac’s boyhood home featured no vodka (or kool-aid, for that matter), but I did get to see a display including a typewriter he used:
And a beautiful riverside memorial garden with excerpts from his work engraved in stone:
The city itself was poignant. The downtown area was chiefly historical sites from Lowell’s history as a mill town and old mill buildings that have been converted to condos. It felt a little sketchy, not because their were ruffians around but more because everything was felt abandoned, almost like a huge open air museum with only a smattering of visitors. Ghostly or not, though, I’ll be back- I still have Jack’s grave to visit.
For now, I had a great weekend, and am really enjoying exploring my new home with my lovely bride. More to follow!