Our House (Again)

Coffee House: Our House (Again), York

Drink: Sainsbury's Taste the Difference Costa Rican Arabica Instant Coffee

Cake: A 'Nana

WHAT, ME WORRY?  Indeed. As if. 

We all do of course, sometimes just for a moment, sometimes for what seems like forever. And the worrying can vary from a slight disquiet, a little tremble in the tummy through to a debilitating angst which pretty much shuts down all of your functions.

My guess is that virtually everyone thinks that everybody else doesn't have a problem or at least nothing of the same magnitude as the one that they have. We all live in a very subjective world of course and see and feel things in our own way. There is great commonality though and we all ultimately are born, do stuff and die. I don't think the worry/stress thing is dependent upon your particular socio-economic group or locality. You can be care-free and broke and stressed out and rich. And vice-versa.

So we all go through periods when life seems to be working against us and it feels like an impossible task to juggle all of the things that need juggling (the spinning plate thing). So, what's the plan, Stan? Well, I have one, Of course. And it is/has always been - avoid putting yourself into a stressful situation in the first place

I've spent virtually all of my adult life trying to live by this maxim. But at the same time, taking whatever opportunities came along to do stuff. Otherwise it would be just a case of get born and then die. I've jumped around career-wise - walked away from 'safe' jobs, gone off traveling in the pre-internet days when the world was a very strange place, split up relationships and embraced new ones. All of these and more could have led to major stress. But they generally didn't.

The first thing I've always did/do is try to put things into perspective. What's the worst that can happen? You die, right? So? I've gone through extended periods of not particularly valuing this life and broadly take a view that I don't have a 'god-given' right to 70 years on the planet and if it ends today then I've done pretty much everything that I wanted to do anyway. Well everything that wasn't bordering on dreams. (this was equally true when I was in my twenties, Couldn't see the point of living beyond 30. As it happened life beyond thirty was pretty good but doesn't invalidate the perspective)

So, first off - it's no big deal. But there's a stage before that which is to avoid the stress in the situation in the first place, as opposed to avoiding the situation. For that I plan. I make lots of lists and review them and go over potential scenarios in my mind on a regular basis. Even down to going into Starbucks and ordering a coffee. I'll practice whilst in the queue the exact words I'll say when it gets to my turn. Odd I grant you given that it's not like I'm having to order in French or something. Anyway, it works for me. That and avoiding situations that I didn't want to be in, in the first place. One thing to be stressed because you're doing the thing you love and want to get it right. Another to be stressed out doing stuff you have no interest in. Just say No.

Which brings me to performing. In my case singing, playing the guitar but it could be whatever we do which we think is really key to who we are. Well I do a little bit of practicing/rehearsing though I'm not overly keen. I was a very bad student at school and still hate learning new stuff. Probably accounts for the large percentage of older sings in my repertoire. So I have a number of songs ready to sing and a place decided upon to sing them (I very rarely do this on the spur of the moment)

On the run up to the thing I may or may not go through the classic feelings of self-loathing when I'll convince myself that I have a terrible voice, the songs have no worth as they may have been written by someone else, everyone else plays better guitar. This usually fluctuates with - I have a fantastic voice, can sing any song brilliantly and transform it into a piece of absolute magic, and that I'm not a bad guitarist. The truth, as with most things in life, is somewhere in between. I think Abraham Lincoln said that

So then I do the gig, come off stage feeling it went brilliantly and this continues for an hour or so as long as at least one person has come up and said they liked what I did. Then a little later we're back to the beginning of the cycle. Just prior to the set I'll get a little apprehensive when I'm sitting around waiting to go on but feel like a veritable giant when I pick up the guitar and go to the mic. You have to believe at that moment that you're the best thing there is otherwise what are you doing there? It might go steadily downhill, or not, but you must force yourself to believe the unbelievable for as long as you can. If you really sat down and thought about it in a rational way, you wouldn't do it. You might as well be standing on a podium stark naked. (actually I think I could probably carry that off rather well) You need to remember all of the words and the chords/guitar playing stuff and then do that semi-automatically so that you can stand back and enjoy the performance yourself and express the feelings through the sounds you're making. Clearly an impossible task but that's what you try to do, sometimes succeeding

Yes, doing stuff that you want to do and enjoying it is the goal state. Avoiding doing the stuff you don't want to do and hating every moment of it is the other one. Oh, and give yourself enough time to do things. That's the advantage of being a guy/generally anti-social, we don't spend too much time talking to people and then finding out that we're running late...........

Our House, York

Coffee House: Our House, York

Drink: Sainsbury's Taste the Difference Costa Rican Arabica Instant Coffee

Cake: Nuffin :-(

Big Ideas, Images & Distorted Facts (line from Idiot Wind by Bob Dylan)

It must be something connected with feeling your days are coming to an end that makes people start to dig into their family history (or a desperate need to feel interesting by proxy maybe) My dad spent ages going back generations on the male side of the family (not a trivial task with a name like Smith) and one of my elder brothers has done it for my mother's side.

I have zero interest in it all. I have memories of both of my parents and vague ones of their's and that's good enough for me. Investigating beyond your own personal contact with people is fine and no doubt interesting if that's your thing but the relationship becomes an academic one where it is essentially a list of facts, lots of dates and who married who, begat who etc. It's nigh on impossible to get a true sense of who these people are.They are defined by what they did for a living, where they lived, went to school, married and ultimately died.

So forget about the past, how do we define people who we come in contact with today? Again the starting point is usually the 'facts' - all of the above plus, because it's easier to find out stuff about people still living, especially in a Facebook age, then it's also about who their friends are, what music they like, what tv they watch, their fixation of cat/dog videos etc. When you get to meet people, as opposed to the virtual/surreal world of social media, then other stuff comes into play. In particular the way the person looks.

Yesterday we spent the day having our picture taken by a very talented photographer, her very talented assistant and equally very talented makeup artist. So Ann magically grew hair and my eyes became bluer (a side effect being my inability to avoid blinking whenever the camera shutter clicked) The idea was to create a set of pics for the band website, posters etc. We definitely will have accomplished that and we're really looking forward to the finished photographs. What the day sparked though was a thought about image. We'll end up with a number of shots that show Ann & I dressed in various clothes, in various locations. That will say something in itself and when you add the facial expressions and body language then it will lead to more impressions of the two people. But will it tell you who we are? In this case we're not trying to display an 'accurate' picture of who we are, if such a thing was possible, we of course are trying to evoke something about the duo and the music we play.

We all spend time, to a greater or lesser extent, clothing ourselves in a particular way/style with whatever accessories and hairstyle. And that changes over time, maybe several times a day. We do it, at least in part I'd say. to make ourselves feel at ease with the situation we are about to encounter. Other people we meet then get an impression of us, even if they know us very well, about who we are. I'm purposely not covering verbal communication in this blog. As I said in a Facebook posting recently, I reckon it's rather overrated anyway.

So what impression do people get when they meet someone else? They see the clothes etc, they look at the face and body and make a, usually subconscious, value judgment on how 'pretty/good looking' they are and another impression about how the other person is feeling by the look in their eyes and the way they hold themselves. All of these things may or may not give a good sense of the person themselves.

So back to the genealogical manhunts, what remains of a person when they're gone? A bunch of facts of course about the when and where but these are not necessarily the real facts. Over time they become misread, misplaced if not blatantly twisted. Then there's the pics. Taken on particular occasions with the people trying to display themselves in a particular light under circumstances that may distort their 'at home' self. Then there'll be records of their achievements, especially if they had a few bob and were able to do big stuff.

But is all of this worth anything in the big scheme of things? I think it's highly likely when I pop my clogs that I won't be leaving much. if any. money. I have had money now in then in my life and successfully got rid of it a lot faster than it came (in the words of Richard Manuel "I just want to break even") Big stuff, I never had the urge to make a big impact on the world. Those who have/had a big idea and the opportunity to do something about it have. by and large. caused most of the man made problems in this world I reckon.

What I will leave behind is a son who has, in spite of/because of my lack of parental input, grown up to be a truly lovely guy. He'll have an impression of me that will last a little while. And then it's what I/you leave as a memory with the other people who you have come in contact with. That'll be our legacy, good or bad, for as long as they last. Probably best to try and make them good ones then I reckon.

(postscript - there's the written word of course but who believes in that stuff :-) )

Coffee House: M&S, Parliament Street, York

Drink: Latte

Cake:None (abstaining for a while)

100% Organic. 100% Fairtrade. 100% Rainforest Alliance Certified. Sadly tastes crap.

Blokes. Or first off - Blokey Blokes. You know the type of guys I mean? Not talking about the Old Git contingency with their bald heads and beer bellies who may or may not be blokey in their lifestyle. No, it's those guys (not an exhaustive list)

• usually 30+
• spend their lives talking about sport rather than participating in any (usually football but could be any that are currently being shown somewhere on some channel)
• drink lots of beer (and are fussed about how it's kept/poured/type of glass etc)
• hang around in groups of ,almost exclusively, guys

All of which reinforces the pack mentality to view the world from a misogynistic, homophobic and general blanket bigoted perspective.

It's possible, of course, to have some of these attributes without being a blokey bloke. There are lots of people/friends who like sport but don't fall into the boorish behaviour category. And you can be a racist and not be a blokey bloke.

No, blokey blokes appear fairly harmless from the outside. 'Just the lads going out for a drink with their mates. Away from the girls'. (I've used the male gender throughout here but expect that there's a female equivalent) Mixing too much with them though can have a toxic effect, narrowing your perspective and reducing your capacity to view people as people rather than labels.

Now me, I avoid all male company as much as possible. Admittedly I generally avoid all company as much as possible but if I do find myself in a bar/party/whatever with a bunch of people who expect some interaction from me then I'd rather it be mixed gender. Or mainly female.

An aside here, and I think it stems from coming from the generation who went to single sex schools, I still find it hard to distinguish between liking/being a friend with a woman and fancying them. Nothing to do with physical attributes/'attractiveness' btw. I can be shallow but not that shallow.

No, the good thing about mixed company is that it reduces the likelihood of blokeish behaviour. You still get the odd 'post modernist' comment by some twat who thinks it's fine to insult someone with a racist/anti-gay comment because he was only being ironic or edgy. But there's less tolerance and usually more interesting conversation and more fun due to the lack of it.

Now I've recently started to revise my view on guy company as ,over the last year or so, I've mixed with a whole new category (to me) of blokes, and have found the experience surprisingly liberating. The category being Musicians. (Sadly there are relatively few women in this grouping)

As proved by a recent Facebook test, I am 0% hippy but have spent most of my life being viewed as something along those lines. The tag presumably meaning that I love all of mankind, animal/plant life and grain of sand. Admittedly I do have a broadly non-conformist take on the world and try to avoid falling into too many of the traps that limit your chance of being yourself. But I am a pretty stand offish sort of a guy.

What I have found though, with my interactions with people who sing, play an instrument in public, at least in the city of York, is a truly lovely openness and warmth of feeling to others within the clan. Almost without exception (though I do have a list of the exceptions) musicians who appear aloof/unfriendly when you first meet are incredibly welcoming when you go and say hello. I'm talking from a fellow musician perspective here. Can't guarantee the same response if you are a pissed member of the audience trying to say hello to Lemmy.

The first inkling that I may have encountered a new tribe (for me) was when I had a message back from a musician (guy) who added a x/kiss on the bottom of the page. It was the first time this had happened to me from a guy and I thought perhaps it was a sexual thing but decided I'd let it pass (not hung up on the straight/gay categorisations btw. I feel sexuality is a continuum between those two terms) Anyway, I thought no more about it but then noticed that it was a standard way of ending messages amongst musicians (younger people generally?) and was just showing affection.

Similarly, I have never been a hugging sort of guy. I never even shook hands with people until  I had an office job. We rarely hugged in the family and then it was a m/f embrace. So seeing musicians greet each other with a warm hug was again surprising but truly heart warming.

I've started to do my fair share of hugging now and I feel a better person for it. It's good to express warmth/love to others. It's taken quite a while for me to realise how important that is. Can't say I've completely overcome my ingrained/default position of avoiding contact with people but it looks like there may be a chink in my armour appearing 

Starbucks, Coney St, York

Coffee House: Starbucks (Again), Coney Street, York

Drink: Latte

Cake: Rise & Shine Muffin

Rise & Shine. The name of today's muffin.

Well we mostly, eventually, do the 'rise' bit. As in get out of bed. But 'shine'? Now that's a significantly trickier trick to accomplish. For most people I'd say we do well when we are able to give the world our 'fair to middlin' performance. Putting aside the physical things that limit what you can do on any given day, the big variable is how well you're feeling spirit-wise.

So how are you feeling? Of course that varies from one moment to the next but usually it is possible to assess it over time periods of a morning/day/week etc. You might feel a bit low in the morning and perk up at night or vice versa. There's usually a variable you can associate with the changes, accurately or not, such as lack of food, exercise, the cold weather, too much gin etc. Having a 'reason' for feeling up or down helps to an extent as long as the mood swing isn't too large.

But what about when there doesn't appear to be any cause? When today is pretty much the same as yesterday but something has changed inside and you feel very low or very up. I'm not talking about a minority of people here by the way. I think I'm talking about all of us.

The trouble with labels is that they (by definition) put people/things into categories and associate common traits. That may be useful if it helps the people themselves and others to identify the beast and learn how to cope, hopefully reduce, the impact of it. But naming something creates a boundary to the categorised things which can mean that the person becomes the label and only the label. Not too surprisingly, many people will therefore avoid being assessed for, even associated with, anything which could be labeled as a mental illness. Self medication is the norm.
 
If you go back far enough, maybe not that far, people would be labeled as mad. Then it became a bit more scientific and discerning and labels such as schizophrenic, manic-depressive came in. In order to tone down the fearsome picture the terms painted in most people's heads, bipolar became more widely used for one of conditions identified. A bit like nut allergies and asthma, more and more people are diagnosed and/or declare themselves bipolar. The impact on their lives and the ones close to them varies day to day and year to year.

The trouble with labeling things that don't show on the outside however is that it can only ever be a fairly imprecise science. I remember talking to a work colleague a number of years back about her ongoing battle with depression and ended up talking about my mood swings, or in that case, the lack of them. As she said "you know, you might just be very sad". I was at that time but that didn't account for being down when I wasn't sad.

I believe we all are effected by mental illness to a greater or lesser extent, throughout our lives, some of us have their lives blighted by it. There may or may not be a cause of it and in either case there may be something you can do to make it go away for a while but ultimately it's part of life. Like death. It's part of the condition of 'being' but we try to avoid thinking about it too much for fear it happens to us.

An answer, maybe the only one really, is to live a life which interacts closely with other souls. And to try and appreciate the benefit that brings.

"I'm lucky to be here with someone I like who maketh my spirits to shine" Warren Zevon

City Screen (The Sequel), Coney St., York

Coffee House: City Screen, Coney Street, York

Drink: Latte

Cake: Toffee Cake

Friends. Bit of an odd concept when you think about it. We divide people up that we meet/work with/live with etc into various categories, one being 'a friend'. I don't think we really rationalise the  process itself. We don't go through a pros and cons analysis or keep a tally of the points as this person makes the breakthrough from acquaintance to friend. It's more akin to when you fall in love. All of a sudden this person is a friend. And sometimes the reverse happens and they aren't anymore.

Some friends (usually quite a small number) are people that you've know since childhood/adolescence and there's a strong bond built up over the years through shared experiences, good and bad, along with a shared memory. Whenever I meet up with my 'bezzie mate' Steve (Best Mate being a subset of the classification Friend) we're instantly back to being 17. The same stupid sense of humour kicks in and the time together is spent giggling at things from the past and present.

But the majority are relatively light on shared experiences. You just feel comfortable with the person and decide to open up the door and let them in. Did you see the thing going round on Facebook which described introverts and extroverts? Extroverts need other people to feed off and introverts feed off themselves (I've simplified this definition somewhat) The visual aid showed someone in a hamster ball. So when we become friends either as an introvert and/or with an introvert the hamster ball is opened for a while (Don't know the mechanism with extroverts. Maybe they don't need friends as they can engage with anyone at anytime anyway).

In my case this is a very rare occurrence. I don't actively avoid friendship but don't go out of my way to find it. It doesn't help that my 'resting' face appears pretty miserable. I'm not usually but it can give that impression and presumably puts off people getting too close for fear I'll growl or bite. People with happy faces on the other hand are very attractive (not necessarily in a sexual way).

A bit of a tangent here. We are very visual beings and make all sorts of judgments of each other based on what we see, then on what we hear. No doubt there's a deep routed inbuilt reason for this dating back to when we needed to ensure the survival of our family group/tribe. Now it tends to limit who we interact with. We instinctively mix with other people who look the same - their clothes, hairstyles, even the colour of their skin. We tend to avoid 'ugly' people without knowing what type of people they are in the inside. The process of avoiding them builds up prejudice both ways and perpetuates the clinging to type.


The funny thing with me has been that people who don't know me and just see the outside think that I'm some hippy, free thinking, tree hugging, druggy alcoholic. I may have been some/all of these at various points in my life but not now. It's helpful though, giving that impression, as it keeps away the boring bastards. 'I'd rather stay here with all the madmen than perish with the sad men roaming free'

Starbucks, Coney Street, York

Coffee House: Starbucks, Coney Street, York

Drink: Latte

Cake: Carrot Cake

So I go to Starbucks. Doesn't make me a bad person. Perhaps indicates that I'm not fussy when it comes to coffee but. not to be sidetracked (feels like I'm about to start a rendition of Alice's Restaurant) - Luck & Fate.

Lots of songs I could quote for starters "I lived by luck & fate" (Back In Your Arms, Bruce Springsteen) "I can't help it if I'm lucky" (Idiot Wind, Bob Dylan) "Simple Twist of Fate" (Bob again) and one I've rediscovered "That Lucky Old Sun" (hit for Frankie Lane in 1949)

Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day.

That's pretty much how Ann sees her and me. I'm the one lolling around all day while she goes out and earns a crust. I haven't always, lolled around the house all day. I did the whole 9-5 office thing and lots of other jobs where I did manage to break out into a sweat, freeze my fingers off, knacker my back, work like the devil for my pay - drove trucks, picked fruit, was a construction worker, worked in a mine, cleaned operating theatres....

And there were times when I had money and times when I didn't (bizarrely I was probably the most broke/in debt when I earned the most) But I've always favoured the Mr Micawber/W.C. Fields school of economics i.e. 'Something will turn up'

It always has and I truly believe it always will. My wedding speech a few years back was basically describing how blessed I had been/am, how all along the line things have worked out for me. Whenever things looked bleak, things would change and, as if by magic, everything is good again.

I don't believe in a god of any flavour and broadly think that we're all here on our own and it's down to us all to make the best of it and try not to mess it up too much for everyone else. So no hand guiding us and judging us. Just ourselves. I do think though that some people are 'born lucky' Not just that they are born in the right place, though I was, like the vast majority of people in the West born after the second world war. More that life for some reason (or maybe for no reason) plays out well whichever seemingly wrong path I take, bad decision I choose, poor company/hole I fall into etc. It does all work out. For me and for a proportion of other people who are born with the lucky gene

There are a good number of people who don't have this benefit. Again, not a geographical thing necessarily, although if you have been born into squalor in a poor part of the world life is going to be very hard indeed. There are people who just end up having a crap life, bad stuff keeps happening to them whatever they try to do to avoid it. As I have said in another one of these blogs, I do genuinely admire their tenacity as they keep pressing on. But for me it's broadly been all good.

You'd think therefore that I would be a very happy bunny indeed but mostly that's not the case. I'm not unhappy (and have periods of great happiness) but I've always been a half-empty glass kind of guy. I wrote a suicide note a number of years back (as you do) where I said some of the above and talked about not just wanting the glass to be full but overflowing. Thought about having the Peggy Lee song 'Is That All There Is' on my tombstone, except I would rather be cremated. I live my life expecting a lot, and often do get a lot, but it can lead of course to frequent disappointment. The great thing about being totally misguided about possibilities and options however is that sometimes they do work out and you're in a new/brighter place.

I heard on the news recently that there's talk of giving careers advice to kids from 11. How sad is that. If it was up to me no one would be able to choose a career, get married, have kids until they were at least 30. After they'd had a really good go at experiencing the world, doing lots of bad and good things, met more people/drank more alcohol/taken more drugs than they ever thought possible. So they would hopefully have some sort of context for living a long life that is going to be the default now for the majority of us.

I stopped the work thing 4/5 years ago, formed a band just before my 60th. With a bit of luck I'll have 15-20 good years in front of me to make some more bad and good decisions, to experience whatever slings and arrows are thrown at me up to the point when it's time to call it a day. Then it'll be, I imagine, a great relief. I reckon all 'old people' are just the same inside as they always where. They seem different to younger people because they were born and brought up in a different age but they are still the same people as when they were 30. I know I am. But there'll come a time when it all seems rather too hard to keep on keeping on. But until then, tramps like us, baby we were born to run :-)

Dear Lord above, can't you know I'm pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to paradise
Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Coffee Culture, Goodramgate, York

Coffee House: Coffee Culture, Goodramgate, York

Drink: Filter Coffee

Cake: You name it (High Tea)

So Rock & Roll - a game of two halves I reckon.

I was born the year Hank Williams died, Lucinda Williams was born and Elvis recorded his first music and grew up hearing the sounds of rock and roll and folk music, soul and blues, tamla, RnB, reggae plus a lot of crap which always permeates, sometimes dominates, the airwaves. For as long as I can remember I'd be either listening to and/or singing a song. One of my earliest memories is my brother asking my mother to tell me to stop singing all of the time. I still sing wherever I am, pretty constantly. If I'm not it usually means I'm out of sorts

Music when I was a teenager was absolutely key to my life, I couldn't image at the time a world without it and it was the main subject of conversation as you'd meet people and always there at parties and houses as you'd carefully choose the songs to play to friends, especially ones you'd be hoping to get into bed at some point

It all pretty much went off the boil as I entered my early twenties and I listened less, coinciding with the prog rock nonsense and total infatuation of the masses with the Beatles later work. Then came 1976 and Punk. I felt too old (23 :-) ) but was totally knocked out with it all. I remember being completely bored and watching TOTP and the Jam came on and played In The City. Blew me away. I was on the phone straight away to a friend saying 'did you see Top of The Pops? Wasn't that band the Jam fantastic!!!' Then I found the Clash and the Pistols, the Buzzcocks, Elvis Costello ,,,,,, the list went on and on. It was unbelievable that these people were making such fantastic music and unbelievably exciting to go and see them at places like Eric's in Mathew St (Liverpool)

In 1968 my brother spent the whole of the summer playing Dylan's John Westley Harding album. I bloody hated it, it was so different from the rest of the music that was around. By the end of the summer I was totally (and still am) in love with it. And Bob. Have been totally besotted with the guy ever since, amassing more of his albums, outtakes, live concerts etc than I can ever really listen to (though I do try) Tim (the brother in question. Not the same one as mentioned earlier by the way) had seen Dylan at the Liverpool Odeon in 1966. He was really into it even though there was the booing as everywhere else on the tour. Dylan started off saying "It's great to be here on Mercy's Side" :-)

I was too young/chicken to go to the Isle of Wight festival in 1969 but made up for it when he came over next in '78 and went to see him twice at Earl's Court and at Blackbushe. Utterly brilliant. That tour started the whole of Dylan fandom. the now thousands of fans who follow the never ending tour, collecting all of the live recording, collecting all of the books and mags about him.

So fast forward thirty years.

We're living in a very different world. Though after saying that maybe it isn't that different. Kids are still kids, parents are parents, there's still lots of music around, still lots of crap music permeating the airwaves/tv channels/web. What is different is that the people who were making music then and those listening to it have all grown up. With a few notable exceptions (e.g. Dylan. Neil Young), the bands from twenty years ago and beyond are essentially now their own tribute band doing pretty good live versions of their albums. And charging a lot of money for the privilege of going to see the fact that they are still alive.

I'd spent the intervening years doing the job/marriage/kids thing. Bit overrated I reckon but helps to pass the time (and pay the bills) when life is on hold. Then a few years back I packed in work, met my gal Ann, moved to a city bursting with music, formed a band and went out and started giving this music malarky a go for myself. I haven't listened to any new music in years but now get to hear it from the people themselves playing in the bars and clubs within walking distance. It's utterly magical to go and see the likes of the Lungs, Boss Caine, Chris Helme, David Ward McLean (I could list a dozen more) pick up a guitar and sing a song they've just written and be blown away by its beauty.

I would have been 8 or 9 years old when Bob Dylan first set foot in New York's Greenwich Village. I've always regretted not being older so I could have witnessed it all then. I'm now very glad that I'm still around to witness the magic here that happens most nights in our fair city.