Tuesday, August 30, 2005

At first I thought I was dreaming. Why would someone be playing bagpipes after midnight Sunday? The unknown piper doodled a bit, drifted into something that sounded a bit like "Scotland the Brave," then finished with the theme from "Star Wars." (Star Wars?!)

Raphaella heard it; so did Hal. After a bit of investigating around the neighborhood, he found that someone new moved in a street over from me who has a bunch of guitars in addition to the set of pipes. As my coworker put it: "Effin' Ay. The next Big Thing on the Somerville Music Scene and you get a front seat, Be. Rock on."
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Be said...

On top of a hill (even if it's a capped dump) seems pretty appropriate. Another appropriate option might be marching towards a castle or an armory. In an apartment at the foot of Winter Hill's kind of stretching it, though.

8/31/05, 4:40 PM

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