This small vignette is so typical of thirty years of memories in this place. I had been working on a book project this afternoon and needed a break. I walked out the grated fire-escape from my ancient building (Homestead) and walked into the Village. I heard a bit of music coming from a restaurant called Phusion just proximal to the Woods Hole draw bridge. It must have been the end of the Sunday brunch festivities. Looking in the door, I notices that it was just the acoustic band and the wait staff. The bartender suddenly called out and said, “let JJ sing.” JJ is one of cook staff at Phusion. He demured. But the entire staff and the band started clapping and cheering for him to come out and sing.
So he did. And as he banged out the best Bob Marley reggae that I’ve heard in years, the entire staff (no customers) started dancing and singing along–owner included. It was so good that it sent shivers down my back.
Why does such a small scientific village have such incredible music talent?
Why does live music have the power over the human mind that is so clearly evident?
Jim
Discoverers and Discoveries 