here’s a spring

Once again, reader-friend, I’ve done you a disservice, and you deserve my deepest apologies. I failed to warn you of an event I was planning on attending, and it ended up being very enjoyable, and now I’m going to tell you about it in retrospect, and there’s just no way you can go to it now because it’s over.

This was: Madeline, Flotilla Way, Nicole Reynolds, and Some Guy Named Caleb Who Is In Madeline’s Band, this past Saturday night at Earthstone Cafe (nee Cafe Bliss) on Penn Ave.

Madeline is from Athens (Georgia not Greece) and is on Orange Twin, as many good folk are. She sings country-ish songs that are cute and have been hitting the spot with me lately, and has a beautiful voice. I nabbed up her most recent album but haven’t given a close enough listen to offer a full review.

Flotilla Way you may well know, if you’re from this place where I’m from. They’re dear friends who harmonize beautifully, in many senses of the phrase. They sounded very good, though (as often is true) they could perhaps have used a boost in the vocal-levels area. Accentuate the positive, y’know? Regardless, very together, and their songwriting is progressing wonderfully.

Nicole Reynolds is an adorable queer-identifying singer/songwriter with a comforting voice and a gift with words. I would like to sit around a campfire with her. I’m unsure as to whether she’s local; perhaps if someone knows, they can correct me in the comments section.

As regards the rest of my weekend: yesterday, fun brunch with guests, then the opening of windows and doors, some stoop-sitting, a good bit of crosswording, not-dogs, beer, and sleep. I’m itching to get to tennis — it will come true soon. I’m excited about the prospect of moving to a neighborhood with clay courts, but not so excited that they aren’t really maintained anymore.