Sunday, July 04, 2004

Rahway's fireworks tonight behind city hall (how swell if I could sit on the outdoor deck of new library to watch). Be nice to have a date, but if I had a date with a car, we'd be at either Nomahegan Park in Cranford or down the shore someplace. Rahway's parking lot carnival fireworks lack the mysterious anticipation of night falling over a lake, dragonsflies flitting around. Or the boardwalk hysteria almost coming to a standstill when the first boom dud explodes over the beach, boat lights dotting the ocean beyond. At least I get to wear boardwalk clothes.

Later: During the fireworks I walked from Rahway River behind City Hall to the train station. The train platform may well be the best place to watch, with the exception of balconies at the Main Street Towers. Locals were up there in lawn chairs. Just as the finale ended, my train arrived, perfect timing.

With the opening of the library parking lot it was a lot less crowded. Biggest gripe: One zeppole concession, inexcusable. Two small deep fryers. After 8:30 the line never got shorter than forty people, even when the fireworks began; no one would abandon their place after waiting twenty minutes & counting for some overpriced doughballs. & Although it was hardly the fault of "TJ's Zeppoles," TJ didn't deserve the amount of monopolistic money he was making.

Listening for first time to Beethoven's 9th performed by Paul Weller conducting the City of Birmingham (England) Symphony Orchestra, an excellent complete set I got super cheap on eBay because it's neither a "classic" nor an oddity, but I happen to be a fan of the wonderful CBSO, which used to record in Birmingham Town Hall. If you see this 6 CD set around for under $10 in its Musical Heritage Society manifestation, get it. Includes a hypothetical movement from the 10th Ludwig was planning when he died.
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