Spring was in full bloom at the second annual Beetlebung Festival for the Arts and Edibles last Saturday, where a night of good eats, good music and great company echoed through the Chilmark Community Center.
The first arrival of seasonal friends and workers began to trickle in, catching up on winter activities over a dinner of Grey Barn pork, kale salad, frozen yogurt and planning for summer over coffee from the Chilmark Coffee Co. and baked goods.
Musicians Jason Nichols and Lydia Fischer serenaded the audience with light acoustic tunes under the soft light of tea candles and daffodils, followed by a roof-raising set by the Boston-based band You Won’t.
It was a family affair as well—Ms. Fischer is sister to chef Chris Fischer, who was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.
“It’s really surreal to be back at the Chilmark Community Center,” Ms. Fischer said on stage. “The first time I sang on this stage I was 14 years old and playing in a cover band.”
Ms. Fischer, who is finishing her last semester at Berklee College of Music, played original music and a few covers. Each song came with a story — a song written for a class, one composed on the Vineyard after a bad break up, another inspired by riders on the T in Boston.
In between tunes and applause Ms. Fischer thanked her brother and her father, Albert O. Fischer, who was busy taking pictures off stage.
“Thanks dad, was that dad?” she said as someone whistled from the audience. “It’s usually him.”
You Won’t took the stage with an air of rapture, and heads turned as the folk band went gangbusters on the drums.
“We’ve been looking forward to being here ever since last year,” guitarist Josh Arnoudse said. The band members are childhood friends of Mr. Nichols.
The group jumped off stage and circled up for a softer acoustic set. Audience members closed the doors to keep out the leftover dinner chatter in the front room and attention turned inward. Mr. Arnoudse stood on a chair with his guitar, bassist Tony Leva played the melodica and drummer Raky Sastri traded in his drumsticks for a saw.
Children sat on their parents’ laps for the intimate set, but then opted to race up and down the aisles or perch on the edge of the stage for the final songs, hanging on every last lyric.