Do you know the ‘alternative rock band, The Smashing Pumpkins? They were formed in Chicago back in 1988 and are still around as far as I know. I thought of them first thing yesterday morning – and I’m not even a fan of their kind of music which is described as containing elements of gothic rock, heavy metal, dream pop, psychedelic rock, progressive rock, shoegazing (who knew?) and electronica.
In my Pollyanna way, I’ve always chosen to believe that the “smashing” part of their name was in the British sense of the word, as in extraordinarily fine, at least to their fans and followers. But when I saw the mess of ruined pumpkins along Territory Road, my thoughts of pumpkin smashers weren’t nearly so charitable.
I wanted to blame the night critters – bears, maybe – but there was no evidence of scat or paw prints. And, though the destruction was somewhat random, it was haphazard in a human sort of way – one smashed pumpkin in this group of three, another down the street in that grouping. At our end of Territory Road three large ones had been smashed, all widely separated from one another. I didn’t walk the village to see how the north end had fared. I was too bummed out. Last year, pumpkin thieves; this year pumpkin vandals. What the hell?
There were no seeds visible so we assumed the birds got there before we were out and about. Maybe. I wondered if the rest of the mess would be appealing to any animals or if we would eventually have to clean it up ourselves.
I was still pondering when the barbershop quartet, Social Insecurity, arrived to ready themselves for the noon Water Music Concert at the church. We had offered our house as the Green Room as we do every year – not so much out of the goodness of our hearts, you understand, but because we love getting acquainted with the celebrities who roll into town.
Gary, Don, Marty and Bob are a delightful foursome from the Eugene area. They recently placed fourth at the International Seniors Quartet competition held in Florida and wore their medals proudly. We loved their performance as did the SRO crowd at the church. They were absolutely smashing in the best sense of the word!
So, I guess I could sum up by saying yesterday was another day of the good, the bad, and the ugly – and not in that order. Thank goodness.