"I love our neighborhood," Shannon said as we walked down to The Yard over by the Carroll Street bridge.
"Yeah, it's good," I agreed and then turned a corner to find it was even better than I thought; apparently, we have a backyard and it's perfect for sitting by the river and having a picnic.
Shannon was excited to see Balthrop, Alabama--Huck's favorite band, even though Huck couldn't make it because he was napping and going to some fancy harvest festival up in Washington Heights. If you want to see Huck's salute--well, "vague reference"--to Balthrop click here and watch "Huck Sings."
Douglas Snead stole the show with his casual bass and tambourine work. You could tell he brought it by the way all the photographers were hovering around him like mosquitos. They must have known he has a new album looming that's gonna blow the lid off this whole rock and roll thing. Also, I think one of the passing canoes tipped over trying to get a better view of his thump, thump, thumping. It being the Gowanus, the rowers either walked to safety or disintegrated in the toxic murk.