Couldn’t resist! so many mems!
Hi,
I have traveled so many times to Teehelluride Fest. I’ve camped, condo’d, cramped, froze, soaked, stoned, Deerunked, laughed, cried, upstage, backstage, met incredible people front of and backstage, bunked, bonked and boinked, uptown and downtown, in bars, under the stars, up the stairs, under umbrellas and great big bikes. I’ve Illiumed, cow pastured, town parked, driveway camped, Werner Fielded, questioned authority, smoked, drank and ate remarkably fine food, wined, whined & Beer’d, hugged, kissed and boozed. I’ve photo’d, been photo’d tented, shower housed, caroused, experienced being a pottiratzi, hacked, sacked, thrown up, thrown down, befriended, farted, belched, biked, cabbed, bumped into Oprah, bused, bar’d, barred, skied (ok not in summer), coffee’d, tea’d, breakfast burrito’d, restaurant’d, food booth’d, lemonade stand, cookied, copied, library internetted, wifi’d, been lucky, been alone and been with my irish honey wife.
Telluride and its festivarians have it all. Emotional and Tasty! Treats on the senses abound, musically and culinarily. A coupla times, whole foods gave out free fruit ( the watermelon was deelish) and last year, someone came through the campsites and gave out free CD’s, no questions asked! Another time, someone sold unique t-shirts and someone else was selling dingoballs made with a certain type of hemp product that made your hoola hoop go around a little smoother and sometimes a little faster. Then there’s the icecream vendor and you just want to keep it simple have’m whip up a little strawberry shake!
Funny how your food senses go crazy, you pack up, pack in, unpack and peak. Suddenly you’re checking out the food lines. You start with a glass of Wine or one of dem beers mon. You peer at the counters, always appreciating the vendoree that puts out sample lookyloos. You glance at the Rustico Sign … pause … bewildered and unaware that the outpost is an authentic italian stallion resplendent with field greens salad, creamy pasta with mushrooms, southern greens or a mix N match. But what your really eyeing is the huge bowl of strawberries and cream that is one of the cheapest eats at the fairefest… O course your a bit hemped and you REALLY want those berrys! You trudge on to see more: Killer Corn, Tri Tip Sandwiches (watch out they drip!) now corn dogs, curly fries, Sirichi everywhere! Fried rice, yakitoris, thai bowls, mexi mix up, teas, beveys. and PIZZA! Oh why do they have to have PIZZA? now what to EAT?! har har!
It’s cold in the mornings and just after the sun comes over the peaks, you have to doff all the extras you put on just to get to the PortaWC while you stretch your legs and drink extra cold water to cleanse the kidneys and clear your self induced fog.
Evenings always have a dilemma: Should you go back and change, are you getting a little drunk? Did you take your vitamins? Blow your nose cause of all the dust you didn’t deal with? What about the SunBurn you neglected? What about those nifty powerful squirt guns you bought at $am’s Club to randomly gun down strangers you in turn beg you to ‘do it again!’, … and you do with a smile.
How bout the handmade breakfast you make to take to those who valantly stand in line, their personal loyalty to the cause and set up your tawrp each and every day without complaint? You never worry about their choice for a snack you bring them cause they are so awfully grateful and a little dead that you thought of them and you are eternally grateful for their service as well.
A visit to the back tent to see, talk story, squeeze and touch your favorite band artists and their gear… Giving into the price of something at the gift shacks or going through the bargain baskets and finding your SIZE! Walking past the food vendors and seeing one line longer than the rest and wondering what is all the fuss. Filling your drinking water jugs at the public fountain in the fest grounds, topping off water guns and sprayers and realizing the temperature will always be about 57 degrees as it has been for the last 20 years. The absolute joy of a band member or celebrity who tells you that they are on the next flight out, they’ll see you again next year and would you like to take over their empty room for the next 3 DAYS? WoW! 5 Star showers for all your new best friends.
Or perhaps it didn’t happen like that it all and you used the quarter showers in the camp mud huts or contributed to charity showers at the high school down yonder. Speaking of camping, what about the festivarsamaritans that bring extra goop, equip and kitchen aid to come to your aid? There is a micro epcot center going on here and no one’s stoppin it!
Then the jammer neighbors who pluck gently in the mornings, jam harder in the afternoons and even harder when those who didn’t go back in cause the wanted to see the outrageous camps that take days to set up and find rumballys to suck on and trade disney pins (just kiddin about that last one). One never is bothered to pitch in the right bin or purchase ice from the outhouses (whoops) i meant ice huts just around the corner cause its one extravegance you allow your food and beer in their coldspace to keep you coming back to the chillin Bloody Mary Mix, salsa and eggs, brewskis, lunch meats and choco fun in ziplocks. Weeks previous, you carefully start re-arranging the neighbor’s, mom’s and your freezer so that everything you have can be frozen solid so that you can beat last years record for buying icccccccccccccccccccccccceeee… don’t you just love ice and chocolate and the cutie at the tentsite next door? Yes, you do…
Stoppin by the Supermarche and pickin up a pint of that creamy sante fe chicken soup to sup on. After that, (now that you have escaped the fest grounds) scouring bars to see how many Guinness taps you can count and drink from as many as possible while stopping and checking out peoples and their amazing amount of gear they drag along with themselves: Dogs, dreds, childs, tevas, gypsy garb, stink and just plain no make-up beauty. You greet the same cops and marshall’s you have seen working their beat since your first visit back in '77… my were all getting older. Always the compulsory glance to see if your karma is in check at the free box, a long standing tradition. But I have to admit, I hadn’t heard of free box fashion shows until today!
Tuning your car/condo radio to KOTO to catch the craic, the town breeze, and townfolk and celebrity DJ’s play the most amazing music ever heard, you wonder where they store it all and all of the sudden, you find yourself there and see the most amazing collection of music … its everywhere. Sometimes listening in, you’ll hear the thumping bass of my brother mike with his unique and personal string slap that always puts a little extra electrical impulse in your left or right hip to get the dancin rhythm that makes the rest of your body shake and rock and roll and make you think of the last time you had sushi, saki and a handroll. You peer into the last dollar bar, confidently strolling past the ID checker and soak up the atmosphere, smile and recognize that a few time one was here, truly on my last buck.
Camp has taken over the love of condos and now the love of condos has returned. I have a friend, john cowan’s biggest fan JumpinJaney, that vows never to camp again and only wishes condo karma. Lately, I have been feelin kind of the same way.
Telluride Festivals take on a life of their own. One you want to own, but can’t take with you, except in memory and photos and in cups, and tan feet and the music your ears/brain have absorbed and the love you take in and give all at the same time.
Your notes and bits o tid here, helped me remind my of the best and worst times of some 18 or 19 festivals. As I always say, I always want to visit Telluride, but never want to live there for more than a few weeks at a time. Its a pleasure to meet the locals, the survivors and those that make the annual pilgrimage with so few regrets year after year. Last year, I thought that it would be the last time for a while. So many acts that I am used to seeing won’t be back this year. Then I start thinkin about being grateful for Ferg’s Vision, scooping up the possibility of a festival’s charms and holding it, nurturing it and playing with it to produce a lovely offspring…
We’ll all miss Tim O this year, but at least it will give him time to change course and find new musicians to play and compose with and discover old and new talents and be more remarkable than ever. I am grateful for all the musicians that have made the trip, the list seems endless and wish I had the time to list them all down and write for another few hours. Easily I think of Strength In Numbers (The Gospel of Tride Instrumentals), Johnny Cash wheezing through his harmonica, Jr.Brown rocking the house, Willie Nelson actually with Blue eyes crying in the downpour,
Now if I was to think of all the muscians that have I have seen, or had break, fastlunch or dinner with and made me come back year after year it would start with a list o pals a mile long, here I’ll give you lil examp:
Sam&Tim&Edgar&Emmy&Tim&RedKnuckles&Yonder&Salmon&Bela&Del&Mike&JT&Robby&Ronny&CaseyD&KaseyC&allthebands thatmademecry&BlindBoysFromAlabama&JerryFlux&AlltheAllisons&Prine&SinginTony/SilentRice&Sutton&Rowanandallhisairforces&Slade&DrBanjo&
Rowan’snewhotchicks&bonnie&Mollie&Nick&Thieles&thefussofPastorMus&myfirsttimediscoveryofNewGrassRevival&seeingthem liveforthefirsttimewithinthreemonths&OlVas&HotRize&Grisman&Narell&Skyline&RobErKeen&subdudes&rarelyherd&GitarEaton
&LooseTies&Barenburg&NashvilleBluegrassBand&Stubob&Iris&Sawtelle&mikebub&guyclark&Lyle&fairfieldfour&railroadearth&
theFlecks&Waifs&boomchicks&WendyWass&oldcrow& so so many, many tothers…Wow, a custom made festival devoted to the music I love! I’m going! I’m going! Pulled the tix off of craigslist (brilliant!) and ebay, now everyone that wants one has one! Yupee!
But lo and behold, 10 months go by and friends from near and far like Rosco the Bluegrass MetroSexual (who I taught to camp), BanjoRicky, Tride Scotty, GitarMeesha and the lovelies Sarahbelle & IrishAv start up the Festival love making process and the excitement of the journey beckons … once again. time to buy a new tent and some cangas and some mantles (will I ever give up coleman?) Nah! Some chocolates and stop by trader joes, and wally mart in cortez (hey they are always giving away something)! and bustmove! Its Field time … again
I’m sure you can all relate in one way or tother and if you ain’t never been, you have now!
See you there, seems I’m always … there.
All the best,
Chow!
Dewey j Bub
Listening to: Tim O, Who Else?
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