Tom Wilson Has a Potty Mouth
On the weekend Suz and I walked down the street to the 2nd Annual Italian-themed festival in our little spiderweb-shaped village, the first "planned community" in North America.
We went with our friend Dave Gould, and his daughter. I ran around searching for the organizer of this event, Mr. Dayler, to say hello, while the other members of my party enjoyed a round of mini-putt and some blue ice cream. You can't go wrong with blue food.
If you've never walked down the middle of a road, or sat in the middle of an intersection watching the lights change above your head, you're really missing something. I can't explain the feeling, but it is a good one. The lack of vehicular noise in the middle of a normally-busy road is eerie.
But the Italian-themed festival party didn't stay noise-free for long. Bob Lanois and Tom Wilson took to the stage and entertained us and the other festival-goers with some really great music. Live music, in my opinion, is the best kind of music. Live Polka kicks major ass. Studio-recorded music is typically perfect and therefore slightly boring. But it serves a purpose I guess.
But it's things like Tom Wilson's unexpected comments about the
"f*cking heat" and various other "f*cking" things, that make live entertainment just that much more exciting.