Joanna Kirby

What a night for the Roving Troubadours! We were only three at the start but gathered rhythm loving folks as we toured the city’s open galleries for Harrisburg’s First Friday in November.

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We met at my house on Green Street where we assembled the vibe with brownies, rhythms, and Shiraz. Yum Yum.  Outside, we found our voices in harmony as we traversed the pavement decked with leaves.  This is  Harrisburg’s First Friday, in an unusually warm November.

We arrived at Arts 510 around 630pm. Welcomers swept us through the foyer, into the front room for a verse, then moved us down the hall and into the back gallery where we improvised a song about “beauty on the wall, in my hand, in my head, in my friend.” As our song ended many attendants came over to speak with us, including Alan Hochberg.

Alan roved with us to Arthouse Lounge. He photographed the jam down pine street and the heart of downtown. Click here to see a photo album.

Through the entrance of The Arthouse, we roved up the stairs and into the Lounge where we found a comfy place to unload and jam with a few troubadours who met us there, including The Mains, N8 and Lara, Niuorka, Naommi, Dayonara, Tim, Jessica, and Josh. We also made a few new friends Jason the owner and Alfonso Crawford who biked along with us for the rest of the night. We took a break, the boys entertained the Lounge with a Didjeridoo jam, while the ladies made a surprise visit to Karen’s Thrifty Shopper! We then rounded up the Gang and continued to move.

The Troubadours Roved onto The Mantis in Midtown, where we seemed to bombard the gallery with excitement and music. In a moment of sheer inspiration we walked into the center of a seashell universe sculpture where we bumped the unstable display.  oops:/ and eh:(  We hung our heads low and sang, “This train is moving on.” Live and learn.

On to the coolest party on earth, held in a near secret location just off second street. The Lingerie Room. We found our way through the entrance of the Progressive Galleries Event and jammed the freshest display of street art in town. Bones. Rock. Money. Red. Birds. Man. Woman. Palm trees! Yeah!  Upstairs we found a dark room of whirling lights and a set stage. Yesss! The Troubadours, with an outstanding sound set up (Thank you) proceeded to chant and drum and strum along with other musicians present. Then Dancing! Dancing! Dancing! I’m hoping to see some pictures from the late night.