Rock lobster

Sorry for blog silence. I just returned from Maine, where the Junkers played their final, last-ever, farewell, we-really-mean-it reunion show for a second time this year. It was a wedding reception for my friend Mel's sister, who married her fiancee in Montreal last April. Yes, two e's at the end of fiancee: It was a same-sex wedding reception, and the happy couple cutting their cake together was one of the most inspiring sights I've ever beheld.

The other inspiring sight was Maine's craggy coast itself. The party was on a tiny peninsula 50 or so miles up the coast from Portland, and it was one breathtaking setting for a country music show. To capture a sense of what I'm talking about, I stitched together some photographs of the inlet that was our backdrop. Check them out here. Late Friday night an orange moon set over the water, and I could have just wept.

I also should disclose that I ate lobster at three consecutive meals. Dare I say it? Best gig ever.