WHAT: Vance'sMondayNightAcousticPajamaParty#19 Philly Part Deux & MyStuff

Where: https://youtu.be/6mSYKTAvO-0

When: Monday Nite, July 20th, 7:30PM EDT (“doors” open at 7 for community hang) -

WHO GETS 10% https://www.bagly.org: The Boston Alliance of Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender Youth, is a youth-led, adult-supported social support organization, committed to social justice and creating, sustaining, and advocating for programs, policies, and services for the LGBTQ+ youth community.

$$$:
http://paypal.me/vancevancevance or
https://venmo.com/vancevancevance or
send a check to VanceFunder P.O. Box 17, Arlington, MA 02476 for this web-groovery.
Pay or not. It’s up to you. Let’s just stay connected.

This week’s pajamas: Dunno yet. It might be the DC-3 T-shirt, however...

Good Good Man - the CD - streaming all platforms, even get it from me...

— Here’s a Live Drive-In, Stay Your Ass In The Car Parking Lot Show:

Sat July 25 Madison, NJ 2pm, 6:15 pm
Sun July 26 Madison, NJ 2pm

The Folk Project Safety-First Drive-In Concert. https://stayaway.folkproject.org/events/drive-in-concert/
Madison Recreation Complex phone: 9732453493 - Split bill with Blues Genius Toby Walker

Like above, the lawn show thing needs to be in my geographic area. Reasonable rates.

Coaching of songwriting, performance & voice, (SURE - BY SKYPE, FACETIME, OR ZOOM)
available upon request - Wednesdays are pretty full, Thursdays are kinda open.

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LOVE THY NEIGHBERR.

It’s usually late morning when Bessie and I walk down this adjoining street, a block from my house, and I announce to my neighborhood that My Life Matters. Loudly. A few times. Yes, I do this. I’m Vance, after all. And whilst my life does indeed matter, this is indeed my 'hood, and I would unhesitatingly give my life for each and all and every single one of these children in this 3-4 block area.

Yes, all these kids.

The Korean ones. The half Black/White ones, with whom I joke that only half their lives matter... The half white/Chinese ones with the delusional attack Pug named Drake that proudly chases Ford F-150 trucks. The singers, fifeists (2 of these, twins), trumpeters, oboists, guitarists, church organists, soccer players, the three sets of identical twins - 2 sets in one house, the Berklee students, the Brazilian racing car enthusiast, all of them.

Even the strange loud ones whose names no one knows and that careen by from a block away on extremely fat-wheeled bikes who seem so young to be so perpetually unsupervised.

So when I passed Jane and Kevin’s house and mentioned that, as reparations, that they might never mind when tomatoes disappear from their enduringly perfect, pest-free garden during late night dog walks, and how when my people take this town over in the coming revolution I’d remember their family kindly, and before Jane could say anything smart-alecky back at me, Kevin nudges her with his elbow and says, “Honey, say yes to this deal...I think it’s a really good one...tomatoes for reparations?” Secret discussion for 15 seconds...I think I hear words like "cost/benefit ratio." And "safety of the children".

Kevin looks up from the impromptu meeting, says "Yes…we’re in."

That’s my neighborhood.