I have so many beautiful memories, most of them I save just for me but this one I will share.
Day two of the FESSSSTIIIIIIIVAAAAAL and who is there to greet me, Barenaked Ladies, all of them. :flower
I just locked eyes and smiled warmly… I did not want them to get swarmed with fans. It was very special. So real, so in the moment. Made me feel like it was just for me… :flower I hope everyone feels like that, almost each song hits home and feels like it was written just for me, about me., each song .
Thats pretty amazing, Music causes miracles I think, maybe it’s the magic of the festival or the town or a combination of it all, but that is pretty epic
07 Telluride. Running around town park late night with Vince Herman, a bunch of instruments, a bottle of whiskey and 50 other folks surrounding tents and waking people up. Kept singing some song I don’t know the name of. Personal favorite occurred in Warner Field. Surround tent, dead silent, here a couple of my friends doing the horizontal polka, Vince crouches down un-zips the tent and everybody starts jamming. Never laughed so hard in my life. I will never forget that night.
Adam and I each flew into Denver from our respective homes, then met up in the airport and waited for Dave to arrive so we could carpool up to Telluride. 3 minutes out from the airport Dave called my cell, realizing he didn’t know what we looked like. “Just drive to the end of the arrivals area, you’ll know it’s us” I promised.
Adam stood at the curb and played his Banjo until we saw this guy we’d never met before cracking up as he pulled to the curb.
Gear loaded, we headed for the open road. The guys were kind enough to stop every time I needed to pee and the last stop for gas Adam traded seats so I could be up front to finally see the Valley Floor during the day. Dave was messing with radio and happened upon The Dead 10/77 jam of “Fire on the Mountain”… just as the sun was going down and lighting up the red rocks of The San Juans. What an amazing jam to match the amazing secenery and it all promptly ended at the Telluride Town Line.
As amazing as it all was… nothing will ever beat Friday night before Land Rush 2007 and Auntie Anne doing 70 mph… on mountain roads… at night… trying to beat a reported road closure from construction on the only road into Telluride. I burst into tears when I realized those weren’t lights from the houses on the side of the mountian… they were stars, like I had never seen before. We slept next to the river so the first thing I would see in the morning would be the water fall at the end of the box canyon.
Right now, I can feel Telluride Bluegrass creepin in and it makes me smile. Soon. Very sooon…
The day is warm, even up here. The bluegrass tunes are hummin and my paper work is flyin off my desk…
PBG you make things all better. I think it would be safe to say, TBF is a state of mind… All memories combined ,
now it’s a feelin. :flower
I can’t remember the best times I had at TBF, but I do remember David Bromberg making everybody cry with “Mr. Bojangles”. I saw Peter Rowan glow. New Grass Revival…what can I say? I do remember being told by the spirits to stand near the soundbooth and be an anchor, how is that for a memory! It seems that now I can go and soak in that Karmic energy that we have been exuding for decades on the solstice, the anniversary of our wedding, although that did not occur at TBF. We sang “You ain’t goin’ nowhere” and when I hear that song on the solstice, I feel the connection. The wind, rain, sun and moon, the clouds, the crowds, another June, the sublime, time, rhythms and rhymes, and three ravens looking for an easy meal.
Oh my god reading through this thread is just making me desperate… to get to Telluride!!!
I’m almost sick with envy at all the amazing moments you’ve all experienced over the years, it’s truly magical: when you describe them there’s so much feeling in you words It’s almost like I was there…
I just can’t wait to be there and become a part of the big Telluride Bluegrass Family
You can’t imagine, being stranded in a Bluegrass desert for most of my life and knowing there’s people out there who feel the same way I do about music…I’m yearning for these moments…
That’s also what I love about music, especially bluegrass: no matter where you’re from or who you are, you can be touched by music and ultimately connect with others, there’s no barrier, between you, the musicians, the rest of the audience: you’re all connected by this flow of music, and you’re all feeling this intense pleasure that musical appreciation brings…
Well, that’s how I feel anyway
I think it was '89 where my buddy and I were stumbling down main street after numerous shots of Jack we walked past this guy sitting on the steps to an old victorian playing mandolin. 20 steps later I was like “that was David Grisman”. So we stumbled back and asked him “Are You David Grisman?”. He said “uh - no I’m not him”. So we asked if we could take a picture of him and his lady friend. He said sure. So I’ve got great picture and sure enough it was him… Stumbling down main street. It seems that everytime I’ve gone to Telluride I always end up stumbling around somewhere which is really wierd cause it never happens anywhere else. :cheers
I think there were about twenty people staying in a condo, coming back after the music was over. Rum but no mixer, just a can of corn. Corn daiquiris. :cheers
My absolute favorite is the very first time I ever layed eyes on that beautiful valley from heaven. I never saw pictures before my first festival, so I had no idea what to expect. Coming around the bend right at Lawson Hill and seeing Bridal Falls for the first time was one of the most inspirational sights I have ever seen. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!
