In appreciation for a summer evening at the Memorial Union
My husband’s aunt recently introduced me to a writer who has quickly gained a special place in my heart: Brian Doyle. Doyle—who, sadly, died recently of brain cancer at the way-too-young age of 60—made a career out of appreciating and honoring the everyday through essays and prayers that are at once simple and profound. I’ve been reading his Book of Uncommon Prayer and find myself touched and grateful for his words every time I do.
Which brings me, in a perhaps strange and meandering way, to the band, Red Baraat. A band that delivers funk by way of Bollywood, Red Baraat was playing for free last Saturday night at the Memorial Union. The temps were warm, the light breeze off the lake kept the mosquitoes at bay, the outside line for ice cream was nearly painless with good friends to keep you company while you waited and the band delivered an exuberant set that was a perfect complement to a lovely night. Somewhere out there Brian Doyle was smiling.