did nothing all Labor Day weekend now I go out every night; my life is a drunkard’s walk of randomness. Last night’s adventure was seeing Red Molly. I’ll get to that after PT
Category: Festival
I’m an idiot. Eddie Barbash, the sax player in of Stay Human, The Late Show house band led by Jon Batiste has spend the summer hiking the entire length of the Appalachian Trail. I know Eddie from his days with the Tres Amigos, and try and catch him whenever he has a gig of his […]
I didn’t leave the house yesterday. I might not leave today; yet I feel my mental health is improving. Perhaps the Prozac helps, maybe it’s just seeing both my therapist and my psychiatrist. It could just be time. In any even I was able to edit photos yesterday. That’s a start, I have some more difficult things to do but it’s something. The pictures are pretty good.
I’ve finally reached the last day of Falcon Ridge. Let’s see if I can remember anything.
today I write about Saturday at Falcon Ridge.
On my third post about Falcon Ridge I finally get to the official start of the Festival. After various mishaps FRFF was running on all cylinders Friday. What I mean by that is that I started my day with bacon and eggs and the Dharma Café; I have simple needs.
The FRFF website says that the festival started on Friday. That’s only if you accept a narrow definition of what the festival is. Thursday should certainly be included as that’s when we have the Lounge Stage. Six solid hours of music. But even that does not encompass the entire festival as many of us arrive on Wednesday. There’s nothing happening at the stages, but the community takes shape. There is always music. That’s where I’ll begin
Welcome to the first Falcon Ridge 2018 edition of Wise Madness. It’s been a week since I’ve written and have lots to say. The trouble is I’m tired; I was seriously sleep-deprived and haven’t caught up yet. It was a tough festival on my body. I’ll start with my Festival overview; you won’t hear about […]
Today I finish the Saga of the New Bedford Folk Festival; the literary heir of Moby Dick. I pick up the epic tale on Sunday morning.
I left you with my arrival at the New Bedford Festival. I have a schedule here, so I will at least remember the music. What I’m afraid I’m going to forget is some of my meetings with friends. That’s is half the fun of festivals.
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