Franklin (almost a year past) was the first of what will eventually be 13 Canadian border town concerts. As I relate in the writeup, it was once the staging area for an invasion of Canada by Irish Republican American Civil War veterans. It is thus implausibly timely for our present insane historical moment, which is the reason I bumped it to the front of the queue as I deal with the backlog of 40 or so undocumented performances. That, and so I could have it up in time for St. Patrick's Day tomorrow.
As with Williston, I got maybe carried away with the interesting context. But this is what makes the writeups fun for me. I approach them as artistic creations just as much as the programs. Maybe more so: they are like compositions, and as people sometimes say about art, a way of making experience make sense.
And they give the project a sense of solidity and completeness. Also I have a sieve-like memory, and without the writeups, past concerts would quickly dissolve into a hallucinatory vagueness.
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