Ida, the Rally, and the Sox; or, a night in Cambridge.

Apparently Thursday’s was not the game to miss. Bronson and Johnson on the mound, some terrible calls by the home plate ump, ejections, and Mr. Metronome-on-Steroids himself Gary Sheffield taking a swing at a spectator — an exciting night of baseball, to be sure.
Of course, I had a great evening despite having to watch the replays the next morning: there was almost as much drama in the Harvard-Radcliffe Gilbert & Sullivan Players’ production of Princess Ida, or the Castle Adamant, which Scott and I went to see after dinner and drinks at Grendel’s in Harvard Square. We met up with Rhode and Lisa before the performance and headed to Radcliffe Yard and the Agassiz Theater, a lovely turn-of-the-century space and a perfect setting for G&S. It was a fun show, really interesting as an historical piece — the themes concern feminism and a bit of Darwinism — and the dramaturgical and directorial notes in the program were fascinating. I came away wanting to sing, which is probably the best endorsement you can give for G&S.
The show was over around 10:30, and after fruitlessly waiting for Josh for about ten minutes, I hopped on my bike and headed to the Middle East, where Night Rally was playing an 11:15 set Upstairs. I got there just as Devin, Luke, and Farhad were setting up, and was even able to locate Tarkanian in the crowd. “Did you see the game,” I asked, not knowing anything about it at the time. “It was tied up when I left,” he replied.
The Night Rally set was good: a mix of new and old, with lots of banter and one of those errors-turned-into-neat-musical-opportunity at the outset of the second song of the triptych: what seemed like a minor technical malfunction forced lead singer and guitarist Devin to do an extended riff on the repeating ‘such a cool, such a’ lyrics which begin the song, and it was an unexpected twist and ultimately rewarding save that segued nicely into the rest of the verse, a solo vocal jam almost. It’s not horribly out of the ordinary — which is not to say that they’re a band who makes mistakes, but rather that they’re a band that can deftly turn mistakes or mishaps into interesting musical experiments that deepen the experience.
After Night Rally’s set, Tarky and I headed out to the restaurant, where Wally and Veronica — who had just returned from the Magnolia Electric Company show at the MFA &mdash’ were finishing up their meal. We chatted for a while before the lateness of the hour caught up with us, and we all went our separate ways. It wasn’t till the next morning that I learned of the drama taking place at Fenway Park during the course of my evening, when a coworker gave me a horrified look and directed me to for the video.
All said, it was probably worth missing the game.


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