Tuesday at Maude

Tuesday, April 24. While the sun poured through Cafe Maude's big front windows overlooking Penn Ave., Patrick Harison and Kip Jones played their own unique brand of "folk music from countries that don't exist," and HH and I made shadow puppets on the menu. We arrived at 7 and stayed to the end of the music at 10. By then, the crowd noise had subsided and the listeners were there. Bassist Jeremy Boettcher stopped by, and we met a couple who had come for dinner and stayed, dumbfounded and delighted by the sounds of accordion and violin. We talked briefly with them afterward. They keep bees.