The year Willie came and played
And it ain't never been the same since
It was a toss-up right up until I had a shower
whether I would make the trek this year,
Somewhat sore today but happy that I went
1.
Traveling, hopefully
From the window of a MUNI train
San Fancisco park that always reminds me
of the photo Robert Frank took here,
A negro couple lying in the grass
That's long long ago
The Western Addition had a darker complection
Kid's playground
Distinctive houses abound around here
Lovely St Anne's Catholic Church
Like Wedgewood porcelain,
Like to attend Mass here someday
2.
Olden Golden Gate Park
The beauty of Golden Gate park,
Here by one in the afternoon,
Here by one in the afternoon,
I come in from the West
The serenity of few people
Never passed by on quite this path before
But I know I'm heading the right way
So I landed at the extreme Western end of the Festival
where I was to spend the next three hours
Listening to music and having a picnic,
First act was audio only: Nick Lowe on the re-named Swan stage
Poi Dog Pondering opened our stage,
The Towers of Gelt, with a rousing VU/Feelies-esque tune,
Lots of dancing, I don't watch the stage I watch the poeple,
Many were dancing, kids were playing,
Then the phenomenal Charles Bradley played on the unseen Swan stage,
He is a classic soul man like James Brown or Otis Redding,
And really has the stuff, I watched a little of his act
streaming on someone's smart phone,
Next on our stage the equally soulful and rocking Delbert McClinton,
I heard Jerry Lee Lewis, Rolling Stones and Van Morrison echoes,
while Delbert's act was still all his own
and his band was superfine
Been in one place long enough, time for me to migrate
People turn up everywhere, in every nook and cranny
Dwarfed by the scale of gargantuan Golden Gate park
3.
Making The Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Scene
I alighted on a ridge above the crowd facing the Swan stage,
I could hear perfectly unseen Neko Case and her and perform,
There a fittingly haunted quality to her unique voice
As was apparent, young multitudes were enthralled,
I was sitting on a huge fallen tree trunk
And just as I looked over I caught what has become a familiar sight here,
Suddenly a girl's startlingly white bum comes into view
And, as is commonplace among the boys,
She starts sprinkling in the leaves
This is the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass museum tent
It even has a tiny outdoor stage to go with it,
The Bandwagon stage
Inside, there's old Warren banjo and sequin denim jacket
Photos of him with Queen of Country Emmy Lou Harris
Posters signed by everyone and his brother
This is from HSB 2, my first date
Not really a fan of signed posters, myself
Looks better in the screened on cloth version up top,
I don't find Willie Nelson's signature
4.
Arrow Stage
Sound man mixing Asleep at the Wheel
Asleep at the Wheel
When they play that "Hot Rod Lincoln"
It's sure a thing of beauty
Dual fiddles will get you spinning like a spinning top
That Mexican security guard should audition for Tarentino
The Western Swing band of note
Smiles for everyone, I guarantee
5.
The Banjo Stage
Feeling alright at the closing of the day
Mr Hardly Strictly Bluegrass 15
A hillbilly dandy proudly shows his laser-etched graphics
I told him the pointing finger looked like a penis,
He laughed when I said foreshortening was hard
We joked it around to "foreskin shortening"
I note that his signs are attributed to DandyLion Design
I got a hunch he's Dandy Lion,
Dig the tattoo on his leg
Time for Emmy Lou and Rodney Crowell and band
Low-key but lovely with many of their fine duo songs,
Lots of her great favorites and a few new songs
Our collective Sweetheart
Holy Smoke
To close out the Festival stalwarts join Emmy Lou on stage:
Buddy Miller, Emmy Lou, Steve Earle,
Dave Rawlings, and Gilliam Welch
Dave Rawlings, and Gilliam Welch
A lovely country gospel flavored sing along
Sending us home in a sweet chariot
A last fab with the billionaire's widow and daughter
Who keep the wagon rolling
As Warren looks down from the scrim
and maybe from the sky
Another HSB memory, my fourteenth
Happy Trails to you
Until we meet again
4 October 2015
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