I would venture to say that will be a YES!
I wonder how many bottles of oxygen are used at TBF?
I like the odd sound, especially if it has a musical touch.
I like the list of performers.
I could hear the solid thump of my axe on a block of wood. I need the solid sound of my other axe, being bouzouki.
I have five or six partial watercolors of the view of mountains to the east and the south that I need to finish this year, and I have a story that I need to continue, as it has taken ten years to write very little of the story so far.
Somewhere I have a song about the Galloping Goose, If I can find it. My father told me once that he rode the Galloping Goose, and it wasn’t as much fun as it looked.
I have been thinking that it would be nice to trade bodies with some twentysomething that is really tired of life and hasn’t caused any serious damage/ If we trade, I am sure that you can eat as much processed food as you want and in five years, time will be up. In the meantime, I promise to be as good to your body as I was to mine.
A friend of ours is coming to TBF this year after not being here for over thirty years. The last time we were together,my daughter was an infant and we had to shield her from the sun during the festival. We camped at Trout Lake and it was cold. We drove a Volkswagen bug and had to park at the edge of town and walk in.
I suppose I can see why everyone gets glassy-eyed when listening to images from the past. But, then again, it doesn’t get to be a tradition, unless someone has done it once or more times before.
I am sitting inside on a cloudy Sunday, listening to Jake Shimabukuro on my stereo. the first time I saw him play was in Honolulu at an award presentation for the best arts and music teachers in their state. The second time was in Telluride.
I have a number of different Hawaiian performers and I have seen many live performances while there. The thing that amazes me is the way their music embraces their traditions and adds to it, either by original songs, or songs that seem to fit, straying from genre to genre.
One afternoon, i went to a performance at a golf club restaurant where a guy set up the P.A. and another guy arrived and they played two traditional songs, then they jammed and improvised very well, and slowly other musicians arrived. I realized that the usual musicians were not there and this was a pick up band of members that some had never played together and others hadn’t played together for years. The rich tradition of music allowed natives and newcomers to share. I hope that the Hawaiian music tradition never dies.
lately, i have been discovering that the constellation record label promotes a widespread array of very interesting things done with odd sounds. it reminded me of this forum.
check out the new release from colin stetson for recent proof-- new history of warfare, vol ii: judges .
their label rebsite is here:
http://cstrecords.com/
also check out bands like godspeed, you black emperor! while you’re there!
Having crossed into the next season,
The one that teases us into summer
Reading the weather prediction from the Mayor
And recovering from yesterday’s wind blow,
Many of us have seen this in similar circumstance.
Although I lit my fire, I have tilled the garden,
The change is not complete, but it reminds me…
The weather, ranting up to sixty, yesterday
Throwing things about, like an angry drunk,
Trying to make the wind chimes play only one note
By swinging it harder.
The low dull roar receded by nightfall
and I look with anticipation
For the next change of season
the slap of a smite in the face of word courage, Bozos.
The wind blowen through yer ears …and the smile through my words
all odd all sounds… :flower
I am amazed at the variety of human behaviors, aren’t you?
From the depth of stupidity, to the greatest works, we encompass it all.
I happen to be impressed and enjoy a short time each year,
listening to music, meeting friends, again and anew,
Meeting myself as seen through you…
The world is vast, but you rarely see all that exists in your daily travels,
Only when you hear and see what is within your limits,
find that spark in the music, and in the smiles of those around you, and realize THIS is all that is,
The best for the time being.
And if you can tell me something better,
let it be known, for I am ready to hear more,
Not trite, nor limited, but more like the first time I heard this note…
I had a dream last night. At the end I woke up and realized I would be writing here today.
I was in Telluride at the pre-festival concert. We had a week to go before the festival. Now, you know how it is with dreamland, it can be the same as our awake experience, or totally different. In my dream, our campground was above the stage and the seating, on the mountain, and I was concerned about having to carry all our camping gear over a thousand feet up the mountain to camp. the stage was at the bottom of a sky slope and there were wooden structures built on the mountain side. Musicians walked around playing music and I watched a steady stream of people carrying gear along a road in the trees up the mountain.
I have to admit, I am overjoyed that I won’t be doing that in June. I think of how many times we have carried our stuff to camp in TP and Warner, and how relieved I am when it is done. Setting up camp is always the time of becoming part of TBF, to be excited, tired, (already? We have not begun to be tired) and ready for my senses to be fed.
I wonder which songs I have heard the most at Telluride. I think of Peter Rowan’s “Midnight Moonlight”, or Sam Bush and New Grass, but I have no clear idea of what song of their’s or his that I have heard the most.
Perhaps it is a song of Bill Monroe, or maybe a traditional song, song time and again over the years. What song can you recall hearing more than any other at Telluride?
from Peter it would have to be Land of the Navajo. I can’t recall any more right now; it’s too late to think clearly.
Same ol river, same ol sea, same ol water washin over me, Sammy sings this every year and I love it. Makes me cry and it really sinks in like I am finally, really, here in Tride.
Hi Dan, Dan the mystery man :wave
Honestly, I’ve heard “Friend of the Devil” more times at T’ride than any other tune… EVER! :lol :lol :lol
Looking forward to hearing it few more times too! :thumbsup
Auntie Hope :festivarian2 :green
I’ll admit to singing it enough times to forget the words at crucial times. :cheers
“Fly Through the Country” happened many times.
“Sunset Road”
“Vamp in the Middle”
In a while, I will be going, seeing you all, experiencing a week of joyful fun, and it will be done.
In eight days, I will be driving away, dazed by another year of music.
I will listen for the odd sound, and someone will lead me to it.
Just when I wonder if I will hear it again, I do.
i stood by the Colorado River, listening to strange noises of lots of water moving quickly.
Time to stand over the San Miguel and hear its voice.
I am ready.
made it to/through another TBF, which is the way I like it. Saw friends, some for no longer than a few minutes, and others long enough to catch up. that is the way of things and I certainly can’t change who crosses my path, or what path I cross.
In the world of the odd sound, I heard what I was certain to be a dog bark last night. the bark was steady and continuous for ten to twenty minutes, long enough for me to decide it might have been some kind of night bird, but now I am not certain. the sound woke me and kept me awake.
It reminds me that I have heard some of the strangest sounds far from the nearest human, often making me wish I had some human near enough to reassure me. Like hearing coyotes, or a wolf, a big cat, and a bear snorting around, I remember that I am not always the top of the food chain.
The best sound I heard today was a gentle gust of a breeze, shaking my wind chime, and moving the 100 degree air a few yards away.
It is cloudy and cold here, waiting for the winter solstice to bring back the sun.
It is quiet, with only the sound of the fire in the wood stove, and the cat discussing my failure to fill his food dish.
Some friends and I had a conversation about our artifacts from the past, photographs, and record albums, books and magazines, and our children’s method of holding elements of their past. I heard that major record companies are planning to stop making cd’s in a few years, making music only available digitally. My friend reminded me that he still had his first copy of Rubber Soul on vinyl, complete with pops and hisses. I suppose there will still be access to all the music in cyberheaven, but after you drop your Ipod in the San Miguel river, will you be able to bring back all your music stored there?
Listening to live music allows me to feel it as the sound waves wash over me and I love the raw emotions from old musical friends as the songs of the past and present catch me and draw me in. I think of the huge village formed deep in the canyon on the summer solstice, and how much love and affection I have for that time and place.
So here we come to another of those season-changing times, when the sun sets early and comes up late, and those of us in colder climes are again prepared to wake to white on the ground just like it was on the Monday morning after the last night of TBF.
:lovedr Looking forward to all the odd sounds in my head caused by the writings of my festifriends during the cold, dark nights of winter… :flower Happy holidays to you all! CU @ Festivaaal! :cheers
The snow against my window and my snowshoes ready by my front door.
My wood pile is depleteing fast, man it’s cold up here. I long for just a trickle of sun, please just give us 5 minutes more, each day
and then there is the sound of nothing, just the quiet of winter…
I can hear , well almost nothing and that is a very odd sound.