The Music and The People

There’s a little guy named Pedro who comes in to the Tavern and drinks Coors Light drafts. He’s sort of everybody’s mascot: when he arrives, everyone greets him enthusiastically: “Pedro!” “How you doing, Pedro?” “Hey, Pedro’s here!” Pedro doesn’t really speak English. Actually, he doesn’t seem to really speak Spanish either. But that doesn’t matter: there’s lots of gesticulating and facial expressions and universal sign language with Pedro. Except for one time, he expressed his thoughts in such a full and perfect way, it was like the Gutenberg Bible coming out of his mouth (you know, the first book ever published is still considered the most perfect book ever published).

That day, Pedro came into the Tavern when the bar was full and the music was playing and he said it was good. He said, “It’s the music and the people.”

Pedro’s onto something here, clearly. After all, besides the music and the people, what else is there? Take, for instance, this past Saturday, the Fourth of July, at the Hygienic Art Park. The “We Rock!” Show. It was all about the music and the people, as New London often is:
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The Music . . .

. . . and the People.

The Music . . .

. . . and the People.

The Music, naturally . . .

. . . and the peeps.

And some peeps . . .

. . . are by nature more evident than others.

The Music . . .

. . . and the People, even if they aren’t necessarily real people.

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The Music. Such fun music, all day long . . .

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. . . and the People. In some cases, adorable people.

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I mean really.

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That. Is one adorable person.

Of course it’s good because it’s the music and the people. It’s such an obvious tenet of a good life. But sometimes, you need someone to actually say it, to crystallize what you feel and know, but have not specifically articulated.

Aw, Pedro.