Oh joy! Last night Moonie got to meet Melanie Moore, a fixture on the Rhode Island music scene. A beautiful dancer, Melanie comes out to support various music and move to its rhythm. She paused just long enough to cradle Moonie.
Moonie in turn wanted to be with lovely Melanie forever, and he also wanted a better view of the live bluegrass.
What better seat than on top of his new friend Melanie’s head?
There’s a fair amount of bluegrass bands around Rhode Island, but Moonie’s favorite is The Rank Strangers.
Here he is enjoying their set last night at Wood River Inn. (Not pictured: his stomping little feet.)
What a wonderful concept: the Providence Public Library is just about halfway through its three-month hosting of “Don’t Stop the Music”, a celebration of music and music making. The library is hosting a mixture of exhibits, workshops, films, and live music (curated by my friend Chris Daltry) in its gorgeous 193-year-old halls. Last night Moonie and I caught three amazing acts of live music among its marbled halls: Chris Daltry and Mark Howard from The ‘Mericans; Allysen Callery; and John Faraone joined by his very tall but very lovely-voiced friend Thomas Woulfe. Moonie was in heaven during the performance, and of course he had to pop up on stage when it was over to absorb the last few notes of music still echoing in the library’s hallowed halls. Apparently the music is easier to hear if you pull some surfing moves on the music stand.
Last night Moonie got to meet Mark Howard, a talented guitarist who plays in both The ‘Mericans and The Brother Kite. Mark also has a great sense of humor, so I figured he’d have Moonie laughing. Instead, Moonie had Mark laughing.
I think he told that banana knock-knock joke again.
I got a little jealous seeing people all around Providence strolling with ice cream cones, so when we got home, I decided to make one of my own for me and Moonie to share. I gave it to him to hold for just a minute.
When I turned back, I was greeted with this sight:
Moonie says it was “too big” and that now it’s “Moonie-sized,” which means just right.
Thanks for saving me the last bite, little dude.
While enjoying today’s beautiful weather, Moonie and I decided to pick up some delicious takeout at Bee’s Thai Cuisine and have ourselves a yummy Thai picnic at India Point Park.
It sure was windy there. Poor Moonie was in danger of blowing away but gamely paused for a photo.
The food was delicious – Bee’s mixes sweet things like mango and pumpkin into spicy things like curry for interesting flavor creations – but Moonie was less interested in the vittles (except for splashing around in the little container of cucumber sauce a bit for fun) and very, very interested in my Thai ice tea.
He only got a sip, though. The last thing the world needs is a hyped-on-caffeine Moonie.
Moonie and I love Allysen Callery. Self-proclaimed “quiet music for a loud world,” she consistently features a beautifully lilting voice and soft, melodic fingerpicking that make every performance feel like an intimate gift from her soul to yours. She’s one of my absolute favorites on the Rhode Island folk scene.
Last night, after enjoying Allysen’s otherworldly music, Moonie got a special treat. Allysen fondly gathered him in her lap along with an array of little candles. As she was wearing a long black dress and as she’d mentioned during her set that someone had accused her (in a good way, there’s a story there) of being a witch, I had to ask, “Are you putting a spell on Moonie? What is it?”
Without missing a beat her sweet voice responded, “I’m wishing Moonie joy and a lifetime of finding things to do.”
The spell is already coming true. Thank you, Allysen.
What a sweetie! Moonie made me Mother’s Day breakfast in bed.
Except I wasn’t in bed at the time. And it was less breakfast than a little bowl of jelly beans. And he kept the purple one for himself.
But let’s cut the little guy some slack. He can’t reach the fridge or stove or oven. And it’s the thought that counts, right?
He’s full of sugary-sweet wishes for everyone and their mothers, whether their moms are here or in their hearts.
Sure, banana peels make great compost, and some people tout their magical ability to clean plants, teeth, skin, shoes, and even silver.
But did you also know they make great hats?
Moonie did.
Oh my goodness! Moonie, are you OK?
Didn’t you see the “Caution: bananas” sign?
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