Ok. There wasn’t a dock — just a gorgeous terrace stretching along the Sarasota Bay next to C’ad’Zan (House of John) at the Bolger Campiello near the Ringling Museum. During the season, the grounds open up for Ringling by the Bay from 5-8 on Mondays, once a month. Admission is $10; members get in free.
Having recently purchased a membership, my husband and I were able to attend the last musical event until fall. Friends invited us to join them to hear a band called Paisley Craze. All boomers know that the band’s name signaled 60’s music. We were in.
The late afternoon sky showcased azure and cumulus clouds shimmering over the water. As we walked toward the venue, we merged into a crowd headed to rock and roll mecca. Once we rounded the corner, we saw that the skyline was not the only thing shimmying. Hundreds of people filled the terrace, dancing without a care in the world. As the band covered the songs of our youth — Louie Louie, Respect, Sitting at the Dock of the Bay — we were
treated to quite a show: the Stroll, the Monkey, the Twist, and even one guy on his back doing the Alligator. Wowser!
The event serves food and drinks (for purchase), which may have ramped up the fun. Those not interested in dancing can take advantage of the many chairs set up in the area or mingle and nosh by the bay side.
Paisley Craze rocked the house, from the Doors to Motown to the Monkees. The night had an air of innocence to it. It wasn’t exactly Woodstock; my husband dubbed it “Old Stock” for the oldies but goodies — both those out on the dance floor and the nostalgic music wafting over the glimmering waters.
The Sarasota Spectator
Our Sarasota Spectator is Betsy Miller, a retired high school teacher and college professor. Originally from Columbus, Betsy has fallen in love with the Gulf Coast of Florida, especially Sarasota. Blogging about the area has been a creative outlet for the writer, opening up an avenue of exploration. You may find the bon vivant enjoying happy hour at a tiki bar, shopping on historic Main Street, or seated at a concert or show at a local theater. Chances are you also might find her buried in a book on one of our beautiful beaches. Asked to give one word about her feelings for Sarasota, Betsy replied, “Smitten.”