We stopped in briefly to a cafe/bookstore called "Book & Bar," but we figured out before we ordered anything that there was to be poetry, rather than music, in that venue. A pity, since I'd have liked to browse their collection...
|The theme continues! (Yes, we ate there once)|
We got a late start, so we saw just two acts, the Vox Hunters and the Johnson Girls.
The Vox Hunters are a duo from Rhode Island. The fiddler had unfortunately been stung on the left hand by a bee earlier that morning -- he was icing it again after the close of their set -- but the show must go on, as they say.
|The Vox Hunters at the John Paul Jones House|
I found "Ocean Burial" particularly moving -- especially the line "It matters not, I've oft been told, where the body lies when the heart gets cold."
Loved this version of Yankee Doodle:
The Johnson Girls had a lovely blend of voices, and it was interesting to hear them tackle various traditional songs that offer a male perspective, as well as others that focus on the women left behind.
We also attended a sing-along in a somewhat unfortunately named bar ("Portsmouth Gaslight"), where there were a large number of musicians up front by the windows and a seemingly well-informed audience -- or perhaps I should say, an audience apparently well-versed in the lyrics of many maritime folk songs.
My brother and the girls met us at home in the later afternoon; my sister-in-law couldn't make it, but sent a delicious cake.