Minor spectacle

I live across the street from a guy who's in the White Ghost Shivers, a Tin Pan Alley-style band. This is good because at least once a week they have a show, and I get to see his bandmates spill out of a vehicle in all-out 1920s-style costumes to collect him. Then, my neighbor, whom I usually see working in the yard in a T-shirt and cutoffs, rushes out of the house in a porkpie hat, lugging a banjo and straightening his dress vest. It's nice. I should probably go see them play sometime.