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She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. --Bob Dylan

2005-12-05 10:12 AM
Elk like Bluegrass

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Dennis and I drove up to San Francisco. We left Saturday morning and returned this morning at about 5 AM. The purpose of the trip was to see Peter Rowan and Joan Baez perform, Saturday and Sunday night respectively.

It was one of the best weekends of my life. Two days of incredible music and good company. Dennis brought a box load of cds and continued my education of the new accoustic universe. We listened to a lot of Jerry Garcia, Jerry Douglas, an incredible cd by Chris Thiele (mandolin playing prodigy), Irish music, Peter Rowan of course, Tony Rice...on and on. The old songs are archetypic, we know the words even when we haven't heard the song before, and we sang as we raced north.

Peter performed with just his guitar and accompanied by--I think his name is Rob Ikes or Don Ikes (Dennis is going to give me that look for not remembering his name :P )on the Dobro. They played for nearly three hours. Peter was better than I expected or hoped for. At 62, his voice has improved with age. His stories were poignant, funny, healing. The man is a shaman, hard working, beautiful. I am in love. He signed his songbook for me, after the show. He looked so tired, but he signed our books. Sighs...

Sunday morning, we slept late, but after a lazy start headed off to Point Reyes National Park Beach. We ate breakfast at a little coffee shop in the park. Yummy, oyster omelet. Went hiking down to the beach. It was just the birds and us. Dennis and I counted 10 different birds species, 8 different kinds of farm animals, and 10 different wild flower species. There were also miscellaneous animals: deer and something else, we couldn't remember. We debated whether to add a dead skunk. Dead animals usually don't count, but this one appeared only recently deceased and perhaps just injured, so we were generous and counted it. Tule Elk are preserved in the park. We saw a large herd over the hill from the road. The cows all stuck together a few hundred feet from three bucks. We stopped to take photos, blue grass still playing from the car. The cows, ears turned forward, ambled over the hill and stood gazing dreamily at our singing car. Dennis got out his video camera and started shooting. I'll hopefully have some pics from my dig camera, too. Eventually one of the bucks came over and herded the women back over the hill. I wanted to yell, Run Women, kick his lazy ass! Dennis did record me stating, "That buck is lucky--that's a lot of pussy," on the video camera. :)

After the elk watch, we ate lunch, drove all over the park, the music filling the car and our souls. We sang along, harmonizing as best we could. Dennis pointed out later that it was comforting Jerry Garcia had a normal voice, and singing with him felt okay, cause he doesn't sing much better than we do.

We returned to the hotel and took a short nap, then dressed for Joan. I was bored with the first set--a drumming group-- and exhausted. I dozed through Joanie :(, but managed to hear enough to still feel that I was there. We had to leave for home right after the show. Dennis took first driving duty. We had Peter Rowan's crucial reggae, Judy Collins, and various Irish music artists. I woke at 230 AM and took over. Judy got me over the grapevine and Peter brought us safely home. It was wonderful, with only one flaw--ending too soon.

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