There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Baltimore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baltimore. Show all posts

25 August 2014

the Inner Harbor

The day was moving at turtle's pace, the previous night's bottle of wine was hindering my need to get out and explore Baltimore. I turn on the TV to check the weather, finding it to be mostly overcast with periodic showers.

Hot, muggy and wet. Seemed idyllic for seeing the Inner Harbor.
The inner harbor is full of shops and restaurants, seemingly all tourist traps. I find myself more suited to following the pier's edge, staring at schools of fish swimming in circular motion, and gaze upon the occasional ghost ship anchored here and there.
The rain cools my face as the sweat makes my back sticky. After a few hours of aimless wandering, I find myself crisscrossing between main streets and side street alleyways as I take my time going back to the hotel. It is in this pursuit that I find a gem that sums up Baltimore for me perfectly.
A beautiful piece of artwork in an alley where no one would expect to look.

For me, that allegory is much like the city of Baltimore itself.

24 August 2014

"Here" in the Hippodrome with Jackson Browne

Built in 1914, the former vaudeville Hippodrome theater in Baltimore had the old world aire of great performances within it's walls. As I found my seat near the top, I saw I was stage front center. The perfect seat for an acoustic evening of Jackson Browne's music.

As I sat down, the elderly woman to my left starts the usual conversation with me. She regales me with stories of how she has followed Jackson since his early days in Laurel Canyon, how she has met him a few times, and what songs she hopes to hear tonight.

I smile and engage, telling her of my love of music, and some of the shows I've seen this year. She returns with a delightful tale of Beatlemania, seeing that group at Shea stadium in the 1960's. Her husband smiles with crooked teeth and flicks his long, gray hair back, laughing about his "flower power" wife.

As Jackson comes on stage, he lets us know that there will not be a set list for tonight's performance. Instead he will just play what he feels, but encourages the audience to shout out their favorites. Immediately my new friend stands and raising both hands to her mouth, screams out the song she wants to hear.

Her wish was fulfilled, as was mine. "Here" is my favorite song of the evening.