Boston. I love the music scene we have here in our city. It brings me tremendous joy to be a part of it. We may not be perfect, but our hearts are in the right place. We celebrate our successes. We celebrate our not-quite-a-success-but-hey-it-was-worth-a-shots. We honor our traditions. We can get behind a worthy cause. We have a lot of fun. We take care of our friends. We remember those we’ve lost. We throw parties when things begin. We do the same when they end. When all is said and done, we get it right more often than we get it wrong. We always try to do better.
I know these traits are not exclusive to the Boston music scene. I’m sure there are runners, burlesque dancers, poets, sports fans and craft brewers all around the city that feel the same way about their interactions. People create special bonds around shared interests in every city in the world. So, what makes Boston so special? I don’t know. Maybe nothing. Does it matter? This is where I am. This is what I know. These are the people I’m lucky enough to spend time with. I want my kids to know this sense of community some day. Why not music? Why not Boston? I want them to be happy in whatever they do. I want them to be safe wherever they go. I want them to see the good in the world on the days when it seems hardest to find.
Then maybe I’ll feel a little better.
