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And the Music Never Stops...

OZARK MUSIC FESTIVAL - https://www.udiscovermusic.com/stories/bigger-woodstock-ozark-music-festival-1974/

July, 1974 was the most intensely hot part of a very steamy summer in Missouri, but it didn't stop 1,000's of music lovers from attending the Ozark Music Festival in Sedalia, MO. The lineup was sensational,tickets were cheap and it was only 90 miles away and so a couple of my friends and I loaded up the old Chevy and took off for what proved to be one of the most memorable experiences in all of my concert going. We camped near some guys who were traveling from the East Coast to the West and I rather quickly fell "in love" with the one with the beautiful long black hair (I was a fool for hair in those days) and we spent 3 days of sex, love, and rock n' roll. I will never forget him, though we lost touch many years ago.

The concert became shrouded in mystery over the years as it was such an embarrassment to the people of Sedalia, the Fair Board (Sedalia is home to the MO State Fair) and the state officials that all information was hushed, videos confiscated and news coverage limited. These days there's a FB group with many members who attended and a documentary in progress as well, so maybe at last it will take it's place among the other huge outdoor events like Woodstock, Altamont etc.

Widely advertised on late night rock stations by the late "Wolfman Jack", the event drew in folks from across the country. By the second day, the fence was down and hippies poured into the fairgrounds. Drugs were out in the open, all kinds. Bikers rode naked with their "old ladies" on the back of their hogs. Total decadence. My mother, who was watching, my kids caught a clip on TV and when, after standing in line for over an hour, got to call her; she was incredulous and horrified, don't think she ever got over that. They fairgrounds were trashed. My friend and I scored a whole lot of clothes and jewelry when we scavenged the area before leaving. Crazy.. wild...oh to be young and free once again.

Who played?

Premiata Forneria Marconi https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premiata_Forneria_Marconi
Peter Sinfield
Blue Oyster Cult
Marshall Tucker Band
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Boz Skaggs
Ted Nugent
David Bromberg
Leo Kottke
Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Electric Flag
Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band
Earl Scruggs Revue
Charlies Daniels Band
Joe Walsh & Barnstorm
The Souther-Hillman-Duray Band
Jimmie Sphieris
The Sweet
Jefferson Starship
REO Speedwagon
Elvin Bishop

All that for $15!


Though I only made it to one of Willie Nelson's Farm Aid Concert, in 1993 I was Ames, Iowa. On a whim my sister-in-law and I decided we couldn't pass it up and the music was as great music is, glorious, inspiring, and unforgettable.

John Cougar Mellencamp
Willie Nelson
Neil Young
Alice in Chains
Ringo Starr
Travis Tritt
Tammy Wynette
Bryan Adams
Marty Stuart
Ricky Von Shelton
Waylon Jennings
Charlie Daniels Band
Arlo Guthrie
Black 47
Bruce Hornsby
Sawyer Brown
The Jayhawks
The Kentucky Headhunters
The Highwaymen
Martina McBride
Dwight Yoakham

I am truly pleased to have finished this project. I may remember more and will stick them in here and there, or this may stand as the list so far. Certainly, some of the musicians listed are obscure, some long dead, while others are still touring. Tuning to any classic rock station will surely bring up any number of the bands I've listed. Though there are no more "big" events in my future, every year I do try to see at least one of the Marley Brothers as reggae as become of the music of my heart and soul. 2017 it was Wisconsin, where will I find them in '18?

Just talked to an old friend yesterday and we reminisced on the great joy and luck of living in the times we did. Maybe all old people think that's so. I know it to be true. There will never be music of the like that was created and played by my generation.

The Beat Goes On...

So last evening I got tired and stopped at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. I was tired when I was actually there too. The festival I attended too place in 1995. I was 50 years old and spending time at nearly 10,000 feet when you live at sea level can have unpleasant effect. In spite of what I only later figured out was "altitude sickness", every day I dragged myself up the mountain to the outdoor park where the music was played. There was an incredibly talented bunch of bluegrass players and pickers and I won't list them all here as I posted a pic of the program a while back. But some of the best were:

Bela Fleck and the Flecktones
Flatt & Scruggs
Government Mule
Alison Krauss
Emmy Lou Harris
Dave Grisman
Bonnie Raitt
Joan Armatrading
Leftover Salmon
Michelle Shocked
Sam Bush for President
Steve Earle
Norman Blake
Peter Rowan & Jerry Douglas
Maura O'Connell

Michael Franti & Spearhead
Jorma Kaulonen
Little Feat
Rory Gallagher
Deep Purple Fleetwood Mac

I am a long time fan of Blues---

B.B. King
Albert King
John Lee Hooker
CoCo Taylor
Kenny Wayne Shephard
Robert Cray
Keb Mo
Buddy Guy
Tab Benoit

Aretha Franklin
The Flying Burrito Brothers
Leo Kottke
The Temptations
Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks
Frank Sinatra
Tony Bennett
Bette Midler
Dwight Yoakam
Lyle Lovett
Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash
Roseanne Cash
Arlo Guthrie
Iris DeMent
Melissa Etheridge
Bachmann Turner Overdrive
Billy Preston
Johnny Winter
Avett Brothers
The Blind Boys of Alabama
Carolina Chocolate Drops
Naughty by Nature (took my daughter, my one and old rap concert)
Hot Tuna
K. D. Lang
Elephant Revival
Goosecreek Symphony
Nancy Griffith
Maria Muldaur & the Mud Bugs
Rod Stewart 2x
Dr. John
"King" Sunny Ade'

MUSIC, Music, music

Since my LJ friend, bill_schubert posted his concert list, I have been working to compile a list of all the concerts I have attended. This proved to be a challenging task. Luckily a box of ticket stubs, programs, armbands etc. was invaluable, but they only represent a fraction of the total. The internet proved useful in providing a good number of set lists from various venues. It is most likely that I forgot some, and mis-remembered some as well, but hey, I gave it my best shot.

I'll probably never recall how many times I've actually seen the Grateful Dead so I'm reduced to a wild guess on that one. The list is cumbersome. Putting it in any kind of real order made me tired and took the fun out of the whole thing. Thus the list appears as it came to me, in bits and pieces, in fragmented memories and tangled dreams, threaded throughout with distant melodies, pounding drums and me, dancing my way across time.

The beginning, early 60's "Shower of Stars"  - local venue

Paul and Paula
Lou Christie
Dick & DeeDee
Steve Alaimo

Bo Diddley
Chuck Berry

The 70's were great,and not only because I went to my first Dead show in 1971. For many years I traveled back and forth and up and down the highways of this country selling tie-dyed tshirts at "Dead" shows. Had amazing adventures, but that's a story for another time. I saw them perform in venues large and small: Alpine Valley Theater, Tinley Park, Rosemont Horizon in Chicago, Oakland Coliesum, Shoreline Amphitheater, in KC and St. Louis, and RFK Stadium in DC. /p>

Grateful Dead 1971-1995 - 30x
Garcia Band - Eel River .CA
The Others - after Jerry's Death 3x
Further - post Jerry 10x

Eric Clapton
Bob Dylan 4x
Rolling Stones 3x
Elton John
Tina Turner
Neil Young & The International Harvesters
The Eagles 3x
Allman Brothers post Duane
Dickie Betts
Joan Baez
John Prine 4x
Santana 2x
Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers 3x
Robert Earle Keen

1974 - Ozark Mountain Folk fair - Eureka Springs AM

David Lindley w/El RayoX                                        
Moody Blues 2x
Black Oak Arkansas 2x
Brownsville Station
Ted Nugent
Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show 2x
Jackson Brown
Big Head Todd & the Monsters
Mary McCaslin
Bruce Hornsby
Black Crows
Rat Dog
Rufus w/Chaka Khan
Gap Band
Leon Russell 3x
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band 3x

I do love reggae!

Ziggy Marley 4x
Stephen Marley 2x
Bunny Wailer
The Wailers
Burning Spear
Jimmy Cliff
Steel Pulse

Gordon Lightfoot 2x
Jeff Beck
REO Speedwagon
Indigo Girls
Fabulous Thunderbirds
ZZ Top
Pure Prairie League
New Riders if the Purple Sage
Mason Profitt 2x
Ozark Mountain Daredevils 3x

Telluride Bluegrass Festival

Too tired to type, more tomorrow

to be continued...

The Friday Five for October 13, 2017

These questions were written by jesse_the_k.

1) What is the first song you remember from your childhood?

"Little Cowboy Lullaby"  1948, my mother used to sing me sleep with this song.

2) What is the first music you purchased with your own money?

A 78 rpm L.P. of Elvis Presley singing "Love Me Tender."

3) What's a piece of music that you know by heart?

John Denver's "Country Roads", Bob Marley's " Redemption Song" and there are more.

4) What's a song that makes you turn off the music right away?

Eric Clapton's "Tears from Heaven."

5) And why?

Because we used the recording at my 2 yr old granddaughter's funeral.

"The Hours" - a movie

I am glad that I rewatched "The Hours." My first viewing of the movie when it was released in 2002 found it to be just OK, but now that I have read "Mrs. Dalloway" twice more, many reviews and other articles and really paid attention, I truly enjoyed and understood the movie.

It proved to be an Oscar win for Nicole Kidman as best actress in her portrayal of Virginia Woolf though many Woolf scholars were horrified by both the book from which the movie was made and the film. And some like one, but not the other, while a few even enjoyed both.

But, for me, with a cast that included Meryl Streep, Kidman, Julianne Moore, and Ed Harris, the movie was worth the time it took to watch.

Apparently those same Woolf scholars who disliked book and movie were most dismayed that Virginia is played as quite frail and mentally unstable, an image that current biographers are trying to dispel. No one denies that she had psychological issues, but they didn't stop her from being an amazingly innovative and productive writer.

I got a kick out of one article which focused on the prosthetic nose that transformed the gorgeous Kidman into a very believable Woolf look alike. The movie Virginia is really a bit plain and very badly dressed too. Portraying her in that way is disparaging as Virginia Woolf was considered a great beauty in her day. And, it is misleading that it shows her drowning herself apparently after just completing "Mrs. Dalloway," when, in fact, it was written more than twenty years before her death.

The movie has three storylines which occur in three different time frames, all tied together by the common theme of suicide. And, in each, "Mrs. Dalloway" is readily apparent. Julianne Moore's character is reading the book, Meryl Streep is named Clarissa, and all the while there is Kidman as Woolf writing the book.

Having always felt a kinship with Virginia Woolf, I am now increasingly interested in her life and in reading more of her books. Plus, I ordered a copy of "The Hours" just because.

Simple Goodness

Awoke this morning to the sound of raindrops falling on the roof. It's been raining now for 3 days and it's great. The Earth is no longer so hard under my feet and the leaves so crunchy that they crumble. Even before I started drinking my morning tea received a text from my daughter telling me to look outside and there was this beautiful rainbow. A great start to a day of simple goodness.

I dashed out and stood in the rain so I could get a few pictures of the rainbow. My daughter lives just to the east of us but her house sits on an elevation and so she had a much better shot then I did. So for a while we just exchanged pictures. The rainbow's end was directly above the house. Is that awesome or what?

A bit later and we talked about what we wanted to fix for lunch and we both decided that fried catfish sounded really good. So I agreed to fry the fish and she made coleslaw and some home fries. We sliced the last three big tomatoes from the garden. It was a wonderful meal.

I was pleased that I got to see two granddaughters at the same time and that they enjoyed the food. Went down to the daughters house and took some redbud trees that I had dug up during the Spring and Summer and she will plant close to her new home. Now I'm back at home myself and have been knitting on my sock. A day filled with simple goodness, a fine day, a day I hope to see repeated many more times as I live this life...

Could it Be?

Last night I spent a long time thinking, wondering if more of us here on Planet Earth would hold peace, love, and hope in our hearts; if we would be happy with what we've got and not yearn for more, if... And if we did, if we could? Would it help to change the energies of hate, fear and disillusion that flow around and through this space we inhabit? I do think it will help. At least I still have the power to change my own thoughts, and I intend to work hard to make my life, my heart and my head a peaceful place, a place where hope still lives and where change is possible.

On the more practical side of living, this morning found me shelling the pole beans that we let dry on the vines and picked a couple of weeks ago. These are named Mother Stallard's Beans, an heirloom seed that dropped some pods last year and came up like crazy this year. They make a great bean soup and they are just so darned pretty to look at too. A little gift from Nature that we weren't expecting.

About 1/3 of the way through "Mrs. Dalloway" and currently focusing on Peter Walsh, newly back in England after living in India, and while there falling in love. Peter is quite interesting. Though seen as a failure by his English friends since he lives differently than they do, I see him as a success. He is one who lived by his own rules,and had great loves and many adventures. Rather than a career and material success, he chose to be free. Something of a underdog, this Peter, but then I am always a fan of those who opt for the "road less taken."

Had thoughts of going for a walk, but once again it is raining and I am appreciating the heck out of that. Amazing how quickly the grass gets green after the rain. The dust is all washed off (only if you have gravel road experience can you know how great that is) and it feels as if everything is breathing a sigh of relief, including me.

When the rain lets up, I need to go to town to get some mushrooms for this evening's meal and maybe I'll be able to get in a short walk then. Until then there's always knitting, just turned the heel on a pair of socks and found all the needles I need for the sweater. But, I'm thinking I need to get out of the house since it's been days.

Nature Never Fails

Not far from my back door grows a towering cedar tree. In the fall it is covered with small blue berries that attract cedar waxwings to feast. I'm not lucky enough to see them every year, but yesterday I happened to be looking out at just the right moment and there they were, an immense cloud of beautiful birds, all over the tree. They fluttered about eating their fill, making the tree a wild community of activity. And just as suddenly they were gone, moving on to their next banquet somewhere farther south. They do go as far south as Puerto Rico so I am hoping they don't choose that as their journey's end this year.

I read this description and could find no better words to describe them, "The Cedar Waxwing is a silky, shiny collection of brown, gray, and lemon-yellow, accented with a subdued crest, rakish black mask, and brilliant-red wax droplets on the wing feathers. In fall these birds gather by the hundreds to eat berries, filling the air with their high, thin, whistles." Not my picture either, but always easy enough to find one on the net.

When I'm lucky enough to witness their coming, my spirit soars with them as there is nothing as reassuring, nor as sublime as what Nature, the great creator sends us. Events such as this remind me that though the world of humans may be filled with horrors and sadness, Nature continues in it's eternal ways, giving no thought to any of that. Would that we could truly be more like the "lilies of the field."

Thoughts Before Sleep

Last night was unpleasant, littered with nightmares that woke me and left me trembling, sweaty and fearful. I'm hesitant to go to bed in case there might be a repeat performance. Could be the fallout from sadness about the Vegas tragedy and Tom Petty's death that brought all that on? Could be the withdrawal, it wreaks havoc on sleep.

When I have night like that, the morning seems to hold on to the unease of the hours before and I feel groggy, tired, and unmotivated. Thus, this morning I did nothing much and finally decided that taking a nap might wash away the leftover feelings. I wrapped myself in my most comfy blanket and nodded out on the couch and awoke with a much better attitude.

Put away my laundry, cleaned out the fridge, and picked quite a few tomatoes, most of them from a volunteer plant in the garden down by the barn. They are a lovely orange fruit. We don't remember planting anything like that last year so perhaps they come from a yellow bonded with a red? Who knows? Glad to have them as it's quite late for tomatoes here and a friend recently requested a tomato pie and now I've enough tomatoes to make her one for her birthday.

Worked on the sweater some more. It's coming along nicely. I am reminded that I forgot to look to see if I have another size 7 circular as I have to split the back in two sections to make room for a medallion in the middle so am going to need a second needle.

I'm rereading "Mrs. Dalloway." After doing some research and reading a lot of reviews of the book, I want to read it more critically. I'm even taking notes. I had forgotten that the movie, "The Hours" is based on the book. Now I want to rewatch it too. The language is so lovely that it is like a poem really with characters displayed in a series of vignettes all set within a single day whose pace is marked by the clocks and church bells that note the time in London. More on this later, I'm getting sleepy.

It would be a shame to waste these moments when I feel so alive and so me once again so I won't lie down yet. I just started yet another British mystery series which is set in the same time and place as "Mrs. Dalloway," post WWI Britain and follows the career of one Inspector Ian Rutledge, a shell shocked veteran who works for Scotland Yard. I will read until "night closes these tired eyes."



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