COMFEST REPORT - Saturday - The Show

As we waited off-stage the sprinkles began. No one seemed offended – actually the little droplets and the increasing breeze were welcomed with smiles. It continued as we moved on stage hurriedly setting up (the stage was behind schedule – it’s a tradition – and we were asked to cut some of our 30-minute set – we moved fast).

Shortly, we cut loose with “Jesus Chrysler” and, in a sense, all hell broke loose. I felt like I was in a movie – Karen thought it was an opera. The winds took off, blowing our set lists away – at one point it almost blew my mic over (I had to stand on the base for a while).

The rain came in a downpour and, at times, nearly horizontally – I was Thor facing the raging elements with my uke-hammer. And the crowd!!!

It had been Sooooooo hot all day and the day before that the crowd embraced the deluge – even more joined the dancing – women doffed their tops – drunks gave the peace sign – youths jumped into the neighboring pond. It was insanely delicious, a wonderful and memorable convergence of delight which continued throughout the set.

When we stopped, the rain stopped – we loaded, and then it started up wilder than before!! Park Street and High Street flooded up over the curbs, everyone was drenched, the stage lost power and went dark.

It was time to dry out and bask in the wonder of it all.