a note on context:
the baseline dynamic of that song is somewhere, whether it's the 'barrio gang' down in the cities, or the 'slack-jawed hillbilly' crowd up in them thar hills, sumbody gets sum tunes crankin (rap folks too), and, magically, good folks get together and just hang out. happens all the time. take yesterday, for example. purrrfect day. energy to be outdoors thru the roof. soooo, and in spite of opportunities to join in on a trip, i decide (afternoon) to head out solo with the trusted 16 incher to drop some trees. after a couple hours, a twig poke in the eye (snuck under the 'safety glasses') and a stuck saw or two (always carry 2 wedges), im done. sittin on the porch solo, downing sum large volume of ice water, i decide to jump on the bicycle to head down the road to pester a pal. get there, and of course, he's fixing sumthing, with tunes blowing out of the barn. soon, a car pulls in, says they saw cliffy's bike, and now we're hearing, and seeing, his umpteenth ride (a sweet lincoln, leather, sunroof, mebbe 10 years old - a g note! nothing apparently wrong.) then, fishboy and his girl show up, coming back from an afternoon of fishing (him) and surfing (her) in rhody. hey rhody! u owe fishboy sum big props as we learned that he was the 'science' instigator for what now is rhody's first brook trout protected stream. noice. anywhoo, after fishboy's girl bolts to go go back home, nonchalantly, he starts to pick grass out of the gravel driveway, while others just talk or whatever. an hour or so later, we find a half dozen folks all picking gravelgrass (not me. im just settin with a messed up eye, and i don't pick grass or pick up a manure rake, ever. a few periodically tease aboot that. as if.) now, we've gone way past dark, and with a purrfect sky for meteor watching (outstanding!), i start in with my covid-usual 'whatchu having for dinner?' shtick cuz i was making indoor za, and listened to topping rec's. nobody rec'd poached pears.
the barns and tunes are near the street, inviting more pop ins, including the popo on patrol. around 9:00 everybody, like a starting gun went off, says their goodbyes, and heads home. mebbe a dozen, 15, or so just passin time with pals. good stuff, and now that drive has no weeds in it, no thanks to me. i would have just nuked them.