Photo by Kate McFadden
I’m sitting here in PCJ, listening to their great music picks. Muzak it is not. At the moment BB King’s guitar riff keeps beat with the steady flow to the counter.
The Post headline on Michael Jackson’s death jumped out at me from a table. As sick as I was of the talking head coverage last night, the evening had the feel of the night Princess Diana died. This morning, I left PYT playing on the radio rather than turn the channel to WAMU as I usually do.
It’s a shame the opening of the market will be easy to associate with the pop icon’s passing. Let’s hope the community’s support of Eastern Market has the legs of Jackson’s career, and the energy (and profitability) of his music.
Photo by Laura Ingalls