Asbury Pilgrimage
So yesterday was our 26 th wedding anniversary. These days my husband works some seriously long hours visiting customers in northern New Jersey. Asbury Park—rock and roll mecca, home of the legendary Stone Pony nightclub, and spiritual home to all rabid fans of Bruce Springsteen—happens to be right smack dab in the middle of his territory. So early yesterday morning I hitched a ride with him and spent the day in Asbury writing in a coffee shop, waiting for his workday to be done. Andre and I have spent a lot of very happy hours at the Pony seeing some of our favorite musicians—Jesse Malin, Willie Nile, Butch Walker, among many others. Last night, They Might Be Giants was on the bill. We’ve long loved TMBG for their wild creativity, their sharp intelligence, and their sense of fun. The Johns (Linnell and Flansburgh) put on a fun, high-energy show, too. Unlike some acts I could name, t...