This morning upon the woodland way into downtown Northampton.
Downtown, everybody’s got somethin’ to hide except me and my monkey.
This new restaurant next to Edwards Church seems to draw a good crowd most nights.
Chess players in the UMass Hatch.
This is the first table set up on the campus concourse for a gubernatorial candidate I’ve seen this year.
But first the snow has to melt.
stop what you’re doing and listen to this
Across from my house the Pedal People built a little rest stop for no particular reason other than that would be a cool and kind thing to do.
I often find things like blankets and clothes and other little necessities of life deposited on the bench for anyone who needs it to take for free.
People seem to feel that if they leave things with the Peddle People, they will reach people who need it. Maybe it has something to do with this graffiti scrawled on the Peddle People’s fence.
The doll on the fence of the ducks that live with the Peddle People. Does that make them Peddle Ducks?
Pausing by the Peddle People made me a little late getting downtown this morning.
Of course I still had to stop for coffee and take a quick selfie in the Haymarket unisex bathroom.
I made up the lost time by slipping down this alleyway. I caught the bus just in the nick of time.
pigpen would approve
The babbling brook by my house is frozen silent.
Faces in Northampton asks the question we all want the answer to.
The sinful coffeehouse fad of double-chocolate has been replaced by the virtuous vegan pumpkin maple walnut donut.
Artistic reminder from the UMass library.
People’s Market totally outplays the library’s Procrastination Station.
filmed entirely at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst.
The cold winter sun struggles to break through the clouds this morning while the bus was waiting to cross the Calvin Coolidge Bridge.
There were no major ice floes bobbing down the Connecticut River. A sign of Spring?
Hadley Center through the bus window.
Finally we arrive at UMass, where I buy a snack at the People’s Market.
I stopped into the art gallery, which has a display of Latino album cover art.
This reminds me of some parties I’ve attended.
I don’t know what to say about this one.
Latino Music Superstars
the other night in a living room in a house on King Street in Northampton.
The snowbank next to my house is so high I can’t see the Pedal People anymore.
Downtown there is so much snow piled in the street you can barely see where you’re going.
At least along with the snow there’s love in the streets.
Jon Sendlebach captured last night’s paintings by Jack Frost.
The only solution is on the calendar.
In the Loose Goose Cafe in Amherst.
The Amhest Survival Center kitchen crew yesterday.
The other day my cousin Margaret came across this old picture of my sainted Grandmother (right) campaigning for Tommy O’Connor for U.S. Senator.
I posted the picture on Facebook, telling people that O’Connor was elected Mayor of Springfield in 1959 and that the picture was probably taken in 1962. Soon experts stepped forward to school me.
An article where I write about pancakes appeared today in the Springfield Republican. Read it here.
Over seven years ago, scenesters started alerting me to this Massachusetts kid who was releasing great videos he made in his bedroom.
In the years since, it’s been amazing to watch Bo Burnham evolve out of that Massachusetts bedroom to become the smartest, most heartfelt comic of his generation.
there’s a trillion aliens cooler than you….
The snow this week closed a number of places of employment, which was not considered bad news by some people.
It was not fun for anyone who had to shovel.
At Amherst College it was an excuse to make snow sculptures and spray them with food coloring.
Amherst turtle-girl by Ryan A. Crowley.
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. At UMass some were giving away unhealthy candy.
Others were giving away healthy fruit.
Guess who drew the bigger crowd?
this week in northampton where they have posters on the ceiling.
Typical New England February weather - arctic blasts occasionally interrupted by snowstorms.
The big craze in coffeehouse snacks at the moment are double-chocolate donuts.
I’m sorry I missed this intriguing art show.
Students marching to class this morning.
Alex wore his amazing multi-colored coat and Bukowski t-shirt to the Amherst Survival Center yesterday.
This morning upon the woodland way into downtown Northampton.
I have to get around snowbanks to reach the bus stop.
Through the bus window, a view of the fallow fields of Hadley awaiting spring’s rebirth.
Last night I was groovin in the art scene.
Afterwards we went to the Haymarket, whose customers have been very bad about putting plastic in the compost.
Then we went next door to say hello to the lizard of the bongs.
Next we checked out Folk Night at Sam’s Pizza.
Finally it was time to say goodnight to Silent Cal and head home.
to move against you government man
Footprints upon the woodland way into downtown Northampton this morning.
The forest is snowy and silent in a setting of perfect peace.
My neighbors chose to traverse the way upon skis.
Downtown the Ironman and me are practically the only pedestrians on the street.
I am glad to arrive at a place of refuge.
Of course UMass never sleeps.
Classes are cancelled, so once lunch is over the parties will begin.
Party on dudes! When I was younger I would’ve joined you, but you know I can’t party anymore.
Not that way.
Here is Northamptonite Thurston Moore with the late Pete Seeger.
Personally, I was not much of a Seeger fan. His music seemed mostly corny to me and his politics embarrassingly naive. Sometimes dangerously so. He apparently had difficulty recognizing Josef Stalin as an evil man, although you might have thought such a fierce anti-fascist would have grasped the significance of Stalin’s thirty million victims - five times Hitler’s six million. Stalin killed every one of them in the name of socialism.
But nevermind. I once met Seeger and liked him. It was in the mid 1990’s and I was in the WHYN radio studios in downtown Springfield, where we had just finished taping an episode of The Reporter’s Roundtable starring Kateri Walsh. I was just leaving when Dan Yorke, who was on a commercial break from his afternoon radio show, told me that he had just been notified that Pete Seeger, who had a charity show at the Paramount that night, was on his way over to do a promotional spot with Yorke to advertise the show.
"I’ve heard the name Pete Seeger," Yorke said to me. "But I don’t know anything about him!" Just then we looked out through the studio window, and there was Seeger and a small entourage getting off the elevator in the radio station lobby! With only two minutes before showtime I don’t what I said to Yorke for background, maybe I hummed a few bars of "Puff the Magic Dragon" or something. There was simply no time.
It may seem funny that Yorke didn’t know anything about Seeger, but it really wasn’t that odd. Seeger’s prime years were the 1950’s and ‘60’s, and by the 90’s he was no longer a prominent force in music and endless touring had reduced his voice to a rasp. I’m not sure I would have known anything about Seeger myself except that I was a Bob Dylan fan and had heard the famous story about how Seeger had once had to be restrained from cutting Dylan’s guitar cord with an axe because he was so enraged that Dylan was playing an electric instrument at a folk festival. Guess the pacifist Seeger could still be inspired to violence when he felt his beloved folk music was being degraded by irreverent rock n’ rollers.
Anyway, Yorke handled the situation like a pro, letting Seeger do all the talking about his show and the virtues of the charity it would benefit. Then he asked Seeger to sing a song for the radio audience, which he did, after which Yorke thanked Seeger and urged everyone to come to the show, sending Seeger on his way. All this occurred in a single 12 minute segment. Seeger himself seemed pleased by his short visit, and a couple of years later, when he passed through the Valley again, he appeared on Yorke’s TV show.
What song did Seeger sing for Yorke, myself and the radio audience? I’d like to say that he performed “If I had a Hammer” as a kind of private concert for us and the radio listeners, but actually he played some short folk ditty I’d never heard of before or since. That was cool. It was only natural that he would want to save the hits for the paying customers.
I believe in a power that saves.