Sunday night. Middle East. The sweet smell of October baseball lingering in the chilly Boston air. And, beginning at 10:45, thirty deliciously tight minutes jam-packed with Scamper rock, in refreshingly breathable air, with a wooden squirrel perched on the bar, soaking it all in. New favorites in the set, old favorites in the crowd. New beards on Mike and Keith. Calculus equations in the mailinglist.

Muchas gracias to Roma, The Tint, and Biopop for rounding out the night of rock on short notice.

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