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Vance’sMondayAcousticPajamaParty #116 - FORTHAJULY WHO KNOWS WHAT GETS MASHED UP

Monday nite 7/4, 7:30pm EST.
(“doors” open at 7 for community hang)


Who gets 10%: Because I came across this site and I’m just spreading some $$ for another good cause serving marginalized folks. or or
a check to VanceFunder P.O. Box 17,
Arlington, MA 02476 for this web-groovery.
Pay or not, up to you. Let’s stay connected.

This week's pajamas - its hot!! so...


7/8 Harvard MA with Liv Taylor!! -
7/9 - 7/10 New Bedford MA Folk Festival -
7/22 Beacon NY The Towne Crier -

NEW ALBUM. Donate any amount = name on the cover. Same links above, note “VanceFunder”. Any amount over $1 works, but $1000 -plus- makes you an exec producer, name in heavy black font.



I was driving home from teaching Berklee College of Music’s summer session (said institution which should hire me officially to do what I do because I know the difference between Donny Hathaway and Dua Lipa, Phoebe Snow and Phoebe Bridgers, I live up the street, I’m a most welcome anomaly as an African-American acoustic teaching and performing singer songwriter, I’ve been doing it for 32 years with honors, and I’m terrific at it, but that’s a rant for another time), and in the slow traffic a 1960s-era red ragtop Chevy Impala pulls up at a stoplight next to me. Driving is a guy with a long-billed baseball hat. His passenger is a smiling Asian woman.
“64?”, I shouted through my rolled-down window.
“87!”, he hollers back as he points to her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head laughing at what has obviously been a go-to joke time and time again.
“Oh this? Yeah, it’s a ‘64”
I’m cracking up.
“Absolutely stunning”, I shouted.
They both thumb me up. As the light turned green I capped with “The car’s pretty nice too”.
On a day filled with lame news across the internet and my radio, everybody’s laughing their respective asses off, in minivans and classic cars alike.