The Sunday afternoon storm clouds spread across the sky like shreds of steel wool, rusted and bursting with their own rain and the setting sun. All the patio furniture in the gravel area in front of the Woodshed’s stage was wet, yet a pair of millennial couples had dried off some chairs at the edge of this zone, and
There’s no telling what the answer might have been when posed to the public writ large (getting pedicures?), but to us as insular, daylight-fearing music obsessives, the obvious response to the question often bandied about during the foul and contemptible year of 2020, “What do you miss most about life pre-COVID?”