Last night Jon and I were invited to our friends Dan and Heather's house for a potluck with a few of their friends. After a delicious dinner comprised of various produce from five different gardens we headed down Route One to the Blue Goose, a roadhouse dance hall in Northport. We went to see Johnny Hoy and the Bluefish, an amazing blues band that plays here annually to the biggest crowd of the year. (I've heard that the band is just as excited about this performance as the local audience is.)
Before the band got two notes out, the entire hall was dancing. Jon says it looked like the first few songs played at a wedding reception, when the adults are still drinking and all the kids run onto the dance floor, jumping and waving their arms. Except at the Blue Goose, there were about 150 people, aged 20-80, jumping and waving their arms. There was no drinking, no smoking, just dancing.
We danced from 9:30 t0 1:00 in the morning, when the band finally called it quits. It was an exhausting night but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I felt like I got a taste of true Maine culture: a hall on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere filled with people of all different ages, styles of dress, and styles of dance. The only uniting factor was a love for the music that was being performed (that, and our uniformly white skin!).
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