We worked our posteriors off, this weekend, making our yard summery. Thank you, my wonderful wife, for having a green hand…
What we did on our vacation
Fun in the big city
A Week After Willow
A week ago, we were finishing up a great weekend, in a cow pasture, with 600 of our closest friends, playing music, old and new, til the wee hours. Everything from Imagine Dragons, to Bob Dylan, to Old gospel/blues tunes. I highly recommend it!
The Magtones
We are in the green room, awaiting our chance to perform on the Willow 2013 stage…
Monster flowers
Our squirrels, chipmunks and assorted finches, have managed to plant the tallest sunflowers we have ever had. These are all ‘volunteers’ that we had nothing to do with. They are as tall or taller than the side of our little cottage.
Finches have started to devour the seeds.
Memories of Ireland
A few of the things we miss in Ireland. Along with the people…
Visiting Eire…
We’ve worked for this, for years, and we made it. We visited the home of poets, musicians, drinkers, dreamers, and the downtrodden but not defeated…
Will tell the story soon…
By Your Side
We play a small jam once a month or so. Liz and Jeff, the facilitators, record it, and, were nice enough to post our best tune of the day.
It’s always fun to perform with my wonderful wife, and, if it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t be up there…
What a Whirlwind
My lovely, talented, and creative wife made lunch for her coworkers. Five crock pots of home made, not out of a package, soup.
Chicken, Beef, potato bacon, vegetable, and broccoli cheese…
Quite the lucky day for them!!!
Friends, Music, and Memories
Two days in an empty cow pasture-almost empty, except for surprises left by the cows, and a chance to turn it into something special.
600 of our closest musical, quirky, entertaining, interesting friends joined us there, for a chance to leave a lifetime impression on us all.
Camping in little caravans, tents, airstreams, motor homes, and the back of a station wagon.
We wait anxiously until noon, on the dot, before we are allowed to enter. Then the ‘mad’ dash to stake your claim in your usual spot. We had 12 of us in our compound this year. Four tents, the aforementioned airstream, and motor home, along with 7-I think- easy ups for shade, too. We outdid ourselves this year. Almost 40 feet of camping and music paradise.
It’s like a Motel Six of jamming and conversations til past midnight. Quiet coffee and breakfast in the cool morning. Catching up on recent past, and planning the weekend, and the future.
Jam, listen to the excellent musicians around us, and plan our set on the stage. Our big moment!
More jamming back at Biltmore compound, and trying desperately to stay awake, so it won’t be Sunday when you get up, and have to disassemble the dream, and head back home, loaded with wonderful images locked away, and happily anticipating the reassembling of the gang again soon!
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