Last year about this time I spent a delightful weekend on Star Island, a rocky speck off the cost of New Hampshire, and this weekend I’m doing it again.
Why leave the charming seaside village of Wellfleet, and all the comforts of home, for spartan accommodations on a remote, craggy islet? It’s because I have an old friend, a gifted musician (and very successful songwriter and record producer), who once or twice a year arranges a retreat for about two dozen of his closest musical pals. We leave the world behind, and spend a few days doing what we love the most in life: playing music together (and eating and drinking and generally making merry). We’ll work up arrangements of some of our favorite old tunes, and play them for the other people staying on the island, and jam into the wee hours.
I don’t think there’s any wi-fi out there, and anyway I’ll be pretty busy having fun, so I doubt I’ll be posting anything before Tuesday or so (maybe some pictures, if possible). Anyway, what is there to say? The world’s just going to hell as usual, and I’ve said it all already.
Feel free to chat amongst yourselves. The floor is yours.