We referred to a show last week as a “hippie-dippy wingding,” without knowing it was a memorial for beloved member of a local peacemongering movement. Some readers think we play the bad taste card a lot on purpose, but this was inadvertent. We guess it’s foolish to suggest that we meant nothing derogatory by the term “hippie-dippy.” We do in fact like many hippies and applaud their humanitarian values. We just deplore their musical tastes. We thought last week’s show was simply a hoedown of hippie hoopla. Instead, it was a public wake for a fallen comrade. We regret our choice of words. There were only five of them altogether, and we’ve just spent a hundred clearing them up.

The Pickwicks and the Dombeys at the Bullfinch… Cricket and the hearths open for great expectations (note there’s a loaded name for a cover band) at Hamilton’s… Copperfield at Dollaire’s. No opening act has been announced, though we heard they’re looking for a female solo acoustic act to open…