America Day II: Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through
In recognition of Captain America’s return to Charlottesville, we deemed this past Saturday America Day II: Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through.
Like last year’s first America Day, we determined to spend the day doing very American things; this time, relating to music.
(Follow the rest of the adventure after the jump–)
Keicy, Jordan, Dana, and I began the day with a visit to Dave Matthews’ farm, Best of What’s Around, for fresh eggs and a lesson about chickens from Matthew and Suzanne Holt.
As the rest of the hipster musicians dragged product through their hair and arrived at America Day HQ, we took a few band pictures on a bridge (no troubled water in sight) and headed off to a small town. (Ben’s parents live in this same small town.)
Delighted, Nina and Laura discovered a bike a fan had left for them in downtown Waynesboro.
Then we all looked for (caffeination and) non-obvious books about music at Stone Soup Books;
Jordan chose Oliver Sacks’ Musicophilia, I chose Puff the Magic Dragon, Laura found a book with scores and woodcuts titled My Pious Friends and Drunken Companions, and Jeremy located a Johnny Cash biography by his wife.
We detoured to Ben’s grandmother’s house to visit and she graciously pressed homemade sweet potato pie on us, fueling our journey to Wright’s Dairy-Rite in historic Staunton.
Nina, owner of alternative label of Hoss Records, evaluated our options on the jukebox before seemingly everyone in the diner surprised me with a chorus of “Happy Birthday.”
Riding milkshake sugar highs, we followed a slightly akimbo Statue of Liberty pointing us back to Charlottesville for American Idol karaoke (after Laura accompanied Dana on the guitar piñata),
And in fantastic leggings, Steph crawled the VIP booth at Escafe and directed us to a party at Kiki Bar’s closing night.
A few hours later, the shimmering continued as we toasted Easter with wild hibiscus flowers opening in flutes of cava,
biscuits with butter and jam, carrot cake, croissant pudding, rainbow chard, roasted lamb, potatoes, aioli, iberico ham,
and eggshells dusted with gold and silver that, peeled back, yielded solid chocolate fillings.
With gold dust on our fingers, and locals in the know, we shall have music this year wher’er we go…
For more pictures, see Laura’s Flickr set, my Flickr set, and see the video in HD on Vimeo.
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March 25th, 2008 at 9:17 pm
Woman!
You amaze me. Thanks so much for orchestrating and capturing such a wonderful day.
March 26th, 2008 at 6:57 am
Oh, it was my pleasure.
I’m having lovely taste-memories of your lemon madeleines from brunch, and am still awed by your transformation into Slash and then into Paula, Our Lady of Psychedelic Butterflies—
March 26th, 2008 at 4:35 pm
What a wonderful story! And such beautiful photographs. The flutes of cava are making my taste buds tingle :)
March 26th, 2008 at 9:45 pm
A fitting tribute to America Day, indeed! My friend *you* are rock and roll.
March 31st, 2008 at 11:19 pm
Dana, that’s another life goal realized, then. In any case, I love rock and roll, and I’ll put another dime in the jukebox…
John, thanks; you’ll have to join us for America Day III next year—