“Maybe it’ll be like a young, trendy band of hipsters,” Nancy offered, looking at the beautifully lit stage surrounded by aged timbers of The Barns at Wolf Trap.
“I see a banjo,” I offered, “maybe it will be like Mumford and Sons?”
My mother had offered us the tickets, saying Schooner Fare was known for their ‘lively performances’ and sea shanties. Looking around us at the sea of white hair and friendly faces, we knew, at the very least, they weren’t going to be hipsters.
A duo of portly elderly fellows graced the stage, singing soothing folk melodies and telling silly stories, poking fun of each other and their Maine accents. The audience cooed with delight and sand along at full volume whenever they were particularly delighted (which was often).
There was a sea shanty, as promised, and the audience swelled with energy, clapping and dancing in their seats, singing full force. Was it a youthful, trendy experience? No. It was a passionate, heartfelt one, and I enjoyed all the more for that.
“I see a banjo,” I offered, “maybe it will be like Mumford and Sons?”
My mother had offered us the tickets, saying Schooner Fare was known for their ‘lively performances’ and sea shanties. Looking around us at the sea of white hair and friendly faces, we knew, at the very least, they weren’t going to be hipsters.
A duo of portly elderly fellows graced the stage, singing soothing folk melodies and telling silly stories, poking fun of each other and their Maine accents. The audience cooed with delight and sand along at full volume whenever they were particularly delighted (which was often).
There was a sea shanty, as promised, and the audience swelled with energy, clapping and dancing in their seats, singing full force. Was it a youthful, trendy experience? No. It was a passionate, heartfelt one, and I enjoyed all the more for that.