7:20am is a great time for musicians. Responsible, level-headed citizens that they are, they've arisen early from a full night's sleep, done their morning calisthenics and consumed a healthy breakfast of grains, fibers and fruit juices. Hahahahaha. Okay. We're starting for real now.
The rain had fallen pretty authoritatively all night long, leaving the sky grey and the ground, y'know, wet, but no more rain was to to pester the runners or electrocute the musicians (much)...and despite the scary, leafless trees, empty road (traffic on Monument Avenue had reportedly been blocked off since 5am) and somber if majestic Westminster Presbyterian Church looming over the party stop (7:20am! Par-ty!), drums still needed to be set up, amplifiers needed dragging around, and instruments needed tunin'.
The rain had fallen pretty authoritatively all night long, leaving the sky grey and the ground, y'know, wet, but no more rain was to to pester the runners or electrocute the musicians (much)...and despite the scary, leafless trees, empty road (traffic on Monument Avenue had reportedly been blocked off since 5am) and somber if majestic Westminster Presbyterian Church looming over the party stop (7:20am! Par-ty!), drums still needed to be set up, amplifiers needed dragging around, and instruments needed tunin'.
