There's a strange light that shines down on South Street Philly.
Could it be residual World Series Baseball fireworks from recent
celebrations? Or ghosts from Pennants past who have been released after
years and years of close calls? I wonder where I've seen a similar
sepia tone sky and rugged street scene as the one on South Street.
Could it be Deadwood? Maybe a modern version? It makes me wanna keep
walking and see what I can find.
I love the historical area of this town. Cemeteries juxtaposed next to
apartments and businesses. The land of the red brick. These graveyards
carry a lot of gravity, they pull the eye into the leaning headstones.
I love venturing into old churches and grave sites on tour. They give
an interesting read on local history. Some of the gravestones are so
old that they are barely readable.
The show tonight has a good feel, the kind of live resonance that I
have been missing in most venues. I love hearing the front of house mix
from the stage and tonight I can hear it.
Afterward we visit a friend's apartment nearby for dinner and drinks
before bus call at 5 a.m. Walking back to the bus in the rain I take one
last look at the city up close hoping to catch a glimpse of some sign
or omen.

awww..
all those shoes piled in the corner remind me of home. When a few pals and I went to Ireland a few years ago, people said they could tell we were Newfies as soon as we took our shoes off at the door.
I had the pleasure of seeing both Calexico shows in Philadelphia. At the World Cafe at noon, they came on stage looking a bit pale and sleepy-eyed. By the end of the first song, they were smiling and energizing the room. The evening show at the TLA was wonderful. Thank you for sharing your music, and thank you for introducing me to The Acorn.