Late this afternoon I went for a walk/run around Lake Merritt here in Oakland. The lake part is a lie, actually (it’s salt-water), but whatever. That’s what people call it. There’s a three or so mile paved loop around the perimeter of the lake, and it’s generally a good place to unplug and breathe in the salty air. People rent paddle-boats and gondolas and generally splash around a bit in the water. I was actually just thinking today that twenty years ago I might have been falling all over myself to join them. Only now I just think how ick that water is and damn if I’d want it splashing up on my face.
Anyway. At one corner of the lake today, dozens of people were camped out at intervals on blankets and were blaring boomboxes. It was like scanning through some crazy time-warped, global FM dial. As I passed, the music flipped from 80’s girl pop, to French hip-hop, to club, and beyond. I was mystified. Like, did all these people decide en masse to simulatenously revive sitting around on blankets listening to music machines? Random.
Oh. Flavorpill explains. Apparently, it was the 3rd Annual Radio Regatta. Right. Of course!
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August 19, 2008 at 8:57 pm
I’m enjoying seeing the Bay Area through your eyes!