“Give me the beat, boys, and free my soul.”
Dan Merrill’s strumming sweet soft rock covers under the August sun at The Brunswick this afternoon. It’s getting late in the season, but the sun’s shining brightly. The sea breeze across the beach is cool and raises small goose-bumps across the sunburned flesh relaxing on the patio in anticipation of one last chance to feel the music and the joy of Vacation Land.
Break Time: Admiring the Art
Danielle (with her ever-present smile) pauses for an instant to catch her breath behind the bar while I scan the crowd, searching for a theme. Turning off thoughts. Turning on senses.
Suddenly, an explosion of awareness: the bodies that are always here when the sun beckons are quietly on display behind the voices, swaying to the music, now unencumbered by clothing that masks their day to day presence. Beautiful, individual works of art, briefly offered for viewing in the warm carefree days of summer.
Body art is an acquired taste. It perplexes many, but it’s an undeniable part of the joyful diversity of Maine and the people who capture the spirit of Old Orchard.
And so, today’s post will celebrate these personal statements. Some subtle, some screaming, each deeply treasured.
Thanks, guys. Great show.
