THIS TIME IT'S MIMES!

Last week, attam talked me into going to a cabaret sendup of James Cameron's Aliens at ReBar--a movie which, you have to admit, was always really asking for it:

( GAME OVER, MAN! )

All Ages

I only managed to get down to Folklife for part of the day on Sunday, and ended up spending most of the afternoon swaying and stomping at the very un-folksy Ska tent with sleepwhenimdead and sarrabellum. There was actually one fella there in Old School Ska regalia: black suit, black hat with a headrag underneath, white socks, one pant leg rolled up past the ankle. Then there were all these kids in pastels--some of them like junior-high-school age. I love how Ska bridges those generational divides--and convinces all of us that we can actually dance.

I wonder whether Mr. Old School's knees felt any less abused than mine, after the sway and stomp ...