Like Roswell, NM, Westborough, MA is in the middle of nowhere and is occasionally host to strange, alien happenings such as ConCertino, Boston's incarnation of the rotating Northeast Filk Convention.
Out on the Mass Pike the road goes on forever The trees a boring landscape to those who travel long It was my weekend's grand excursion to reach this distant suburb To sit within the circle and raise my voice in song. Anticipation echoed by passengers beside me My engines throbbed below me when I entered Marion My headlights caught the roadsign: 30 miles to Boston I was ready for a weekend that my soul knew would be fun As the miles rolled on my smile grew wider on my face The hotel did finally appear For it's ConCertino 99 that brought me to this place Leading me to join the filkers here On the road to Boston