Three days after Tim McGraw and his team of merry country stars graced Fenway with their presence, I am teaching fly fishing to newbies in a park 20 miles away at Neponset Day, where I count the number of visitors and count off how to fish in a waltz. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. We teach fly fishing on the river in four basic steps. It’s a graceful waltz with the cast.
The words from Noah Kahan’s “Pain is Cold Water” once reverberated at storied Fenway Park in 2024. Two years later, complete with rain-soaked pyrotechnics and elaborate sets, Kahan lights up the historic Fenway Park in a different, poetic way.
Night is made by preparation. The quiet ones. The loud ones. The in-betweens. The restless ones. And the recoveries. We may have routines, schedules, and preparations. These days, I might need melatonin to journey with me from night to day, to darkness to sunlight. We carry into the evening the memories of the day and journey into a new one.
Who is your closest buddy at the moment?
How to Find Your Personal Babylon (the good kind) at MGM Music Hall at Fenway with David Gray.
In Boston, history is written under your feet.
MisterWives, joan, and Moody Joody deliver a Halloween show that feels distinctly different in the post-election climate.
The irony of a place called New England is, of course, that it’s incredibly old.
4:00 a.m. is what I call dead time. It’s not quite the morning and not quite the night. It’s pitch black, always. And it is the time that the first Boston Calling guest got in line on Sunday morning (or is it Saturday night?) for Day 3 of the festival.
Senseless Optimism is both the name of an opening band, and the element I ride into Boston Calling with on Day 2. And I do mean ride: I cruise in on a Blue Bike for Day 2.