Tea: Yunnan Gold
Music: Barclay Martin, "The Age of Information"
Time: Night
Life, a dear deep friend is fond of reminding me, is lived in the detours. Tonight has been perfect proof of that.
I knew about Third Friday arts events downtown -- but until tonight, I had no clue about the goings-on in Columbus Park (east of the River Market). I was downtown when I picked up a flyer for a show at the For Sale Gallery on East Fifth.
And here I thought I knew the art scene schedule in this town. Then again, maybe it wasn't the right time until tonight. The air was soft, the Chardonnay crisp, the art (and artists) invigorating.
(Oh, and I got another photo show -- perhaps two. Details to follow as I know them.)
And on top of that, I ran into an old friend.
Barclay Martin was playing a solo acoustic show at one of the galleries. I hadn't seen him in years -- not since catching his old band, Potato Moon, in its only Kansas City show. We talked for a few minutes, and then he plugged in and started to sing.
He was good before. He's only gotten better.
I had intended to stay for his full set -- but all of a sudden, I found myself bone-deep weary. I left after two songs. But it won't be years before I see Barclay again.
Part of me wishes I weren't crashing so hard. But there's a part of me that knows tonight was magical -- and magic, as we all know, exacts its tolls. If it didn't -- if there was no fiddler to pay at the end of the dance -- well, it wouldn't be magic, would it?
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