A little Summer fun 2015

[Tom Banjo]

            I would say the journey really began when I awoke in DC close to noon on the day of the first Pocahontas show.  It had been a long time coming and a crazy few days.  I would need more than coffee to get going and this game is a dangerous one.  It fuels with energy straight from the depths of hell, but before you know you don’t believe any energy exists inside of you without it.  Jenna’s flight got into Reagan around 1230 and I would be about a half hour late picking her up.  I lived in DC while I attended Georgetown University on the 5-year plan.  I was no stranger to the crazy insanity of the traffic situation there.  The place screams over population, but I still felt like DC to Richmond with 1 PM departure couldn’t take more than 3 hours.  After all, it’s only 110 miles from airport to destination, the show.  I quickly realized just how wrong I was as I weaved on and off of 95 and route 1 to find traffic just about the same everywhere around.  Needless to say, those coffee beans and traffic didn’t mix.  Plus, the realization that we would probably miss some music had definitely set me on edge.  This kind of uneasiness is experienced much more for me on the East Coast.  Whether it be the traffic, the coffee, or just the attitude of the environment 95 can set someone’s heart on fire and not in the good way. 

            We finally arrive to the cabin around 530.  We try to get the cabin right and the dog situated and our minds just right, but the band starts playing before we even begin the trek through the woods from cabin to amphitheatre.  We missed most of the first set.  I could never really find my balance or groove, but I did the best I could to twirl with delight as DSO worked their way through mama tried, Mexicali, and China-Rider.  I would say I was just beginning to find the groove at the end of the rider and then the set ended.  I really missed a lot of the set.  It was truly a big bummer after all the energy put in to make this happen, but no need to fret.  Several of us lay blissfully sweat pouring out are buddies with our minds jumbled disappointed to have missed some of the 1^st set, but certainly mixed up in a state of anxious anticipation of the music yet to come.  I know several people ended up “lost in the woods” after the psychedelic experience that was the 2^nd set.

            Naturally, the 2^nd set went much better for me.  After all, I was actually in attendance.  I grooved pretty good to a strong take on Dancing followed by a strong take on Cold, Rain and Snow.  I definitely made sure to fire glances Jenna’s way playfully during this number.  St Stephen was another big dance number and then we all basked in the holiness that is the complete Terrapin, although I wish DSO would’ve let the one at the Jubilee linger as the lone full Terrapin for a minute.  The song seems to be entrenched as a go to during the electives now.  It doesn’t have to diminish the specialness or magnitude of what happened at the Jubilee, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it did some of that to me.   I pretty much disengage and lose interest during drums space, but pick up beat again during NFA.  The UJB-Dew cleanses the soul and Jenna and I decide to start the trek back to the cabin.  It had been a long day.  I really never fully engaged in the show with Dancing through Cold rain being the only stretch of solid dance and expression for me.  Mister Charlie is great going up the hill and I’m sure many were grooving this one out hard.  We could just barely hear Box through the woods and I had no problem with that.  My dad knows I love him and Box doesn’t have to turn my world upside down every time now.  It was great to get back to the cabin and take care of the dog.  Soon enough those lost in the woods would make their way home. 

This night would go late and we would share stories and companionship with many of you throughout the night.  I already considered many of you distant brothers or long lost kindred spirits, but slowly but surely we are truly getting to know one another.  It is a beautiful thing.  I would say even more so than the music this weekend the feeling of companionship and camaraderie moved me and I’m not saying the music wasn’t great.  My approach could’ve certainly used some work. 

After the previous day traffic/lateness disaster, you would think I’ve got this figured out better the next day, but no this weekend I pretty much was a disaster.  We slept in the cabin until a little after 4 PM.  It was hot and I have no idea how we managed to sleep through that heat, but we sure did.  If it wasn’t for a kind neighbor waking us up for dinner, we may have slept straight through the show.  We do the dinner, supply, and dog run around and make it to the show much closer to on time tonight. 

        The loose lucy was just that loose with a fast tempo.  The crowd definitely had a more together dance scene going on tonight.  BTW dripped with emotion and the Cumberland got the feet moving fast and good.  I was already more engaged in tonight’s show and enjoying it that much more for it.  The experience for me really is greatly impacted by my ability to tune out the distractions both internal and external and lock into the music.   Despite being engaged to a greater extent, my lady sat a good part of the show and I chose to join her.  She doesn’t attend all the shows I do and I want to make a point of spending my time with her when she does.  After taking in the emotion of bird song seat, I sprang back into dance with a fury during Let it Grow.  This was probably the most expression and intensity I would put out all weekend.  It really wasn’t my biggest dance weekend, but sometimes you got it and sometimes you don’t.

The 2^nd set I split between sitting with Jenna and dancing.  The shakedown felt huge funky and dancy.  I was definitely amongst many people get their groove n and I shared in the groove.  I sat Dark Star out and took some shit from a friend.  After the Peak, I claimed Dark Star was the quintessential song of the Grateful Dead and here I was sitting while they played it.  I didn’t find this one nearly as powerful as the one from the Peak, but I did enjoy it from my seated position.  I sat more tonight then I did night 1, but I was definitely more engaged tonight.  I guess you don’t have to dance to feel and interpret each note.  I definitely think it is more fun when you do.  Shining star was beautiful.  I had another semi-serious dance eruption during playing and somber bob during Stella.  The band really turned up the heat with Going  Down the Road and after that I was spent.  The Brokedown encore on the walk back was just exactly perfect. 

Pocahontas State Park is a beautiful place.  I am sure both the town of Chesterfield and the park itself loves the revenue that this event brings in.  Unfortunately, the police have a large presence here.  They try to shake you down any chance you get.  They demand to know the contents of your hands and may even check you pockets.  They will demand you turn down the music or the laughter even though no one but them gives a damn.  It’s real shame.  I didn’t see anyone acting in a disrespectful intrusive manner other than the police.  I would gladly turn my music down upon the request of my neighbor but the guy driving his police truck around at 2 am is nuisance.  If you attend these shows, I would remember to remain on your game.  There is definitely something shaking at these shows, but it takes a whole lot of poking around. 

            I went home for some home time before flying back out to Atlanta.  I’ve been told several times in and around Dewey not to come round here anymore.  Don’t worry guys; I’m a poor listener and I will be back, but it wasn’t my time this year and I needed a few days to get off the coffee and my mind back on track. 

           I let my friends build Atlanta up.  I’m not going to say that last year wasn’t a good dance party.  I get the idea.  If enough of us take up a platform and at least one of us is willing to be agro and militant about keeping the space, we can have a modest dance party on one of the platforms.  We didn’t accomplish that at all tonight.  I don’t think starting the show acoustic helped much.  We weren’t able to get a serious groove going before other people started to move in.  I’m a firm believer that the show takes all types and everyone has their place.  I wouldn’t agree with my friend who called the frat boys pathetic, but man did they detract from my show.  I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the 3 or 4 really gets it down the line, but tonight they wanted to drink and piss on other people’s experience.  Unfortunately, at the playhouse, once you’ve chosen a platform you can’t really move 5 people to another platform and expect to have space.  In addition to the frat boys, we had the pleasure of sharing the space with some headier looking types.  You know, the chicks had dreads and the guys had hats with pins.  One of their guys dumped 2 beers all over the floor and my pants.  The other didn’t know Attics of my Life, but at least they had some of that crunchy headiness to them. 

           Musically, this show was fantastic.  I’m not a huge fan of the acoustic stuff and I felt that it went on for long time, but we got a Dark Hallow, Ripple, and Brokedown all in one set.  I believe the band had just finished recording American Beauty and thus, lots of these stripped down acoustic numbers were on their mind.  Jeff did go electric on a few tunes giving them a little extra umph but the acoustic segment was rough given our surroundings.  I decided to take a friends advice and put myself on a different plane at setbreak and it worked.  I started to have a better time despite the lack of space.

I loved the electric set, although no rap on Good Lovin and I’ve definitely heard these tunes stretched out more.  The bombs during Easy Wind were otherworldly.  Caution was played with such raw intensity.  Unfortunately, the space sucked and I would not call myself engaged at the show.  I enjoyed myself, but tonight didn’t work for me.  The show could have been so much more than it was, but hey, I’m happy I got what I got anyway.  A night on the road with friends seeing DSO is a blessing and certainly not to be frowned on.   A good group of us would hit the road to Black Mountain tonight and set sail out of Atlanta.

The ride up to Black Mountain was ridiculous fun.  I know some old timers and other friends would cringe at that party going on in this car, but we must’ve burned 8 to 10 doobies on that 3 and half hour ride.  The car must’ve been smoking like a chimney in mountain house with only a wood stove for heat in the peak of winter.  We listened to some early GD and really enjoyed riding out that new plane.  This whole story is leading up to Black Mountain where the real magic for me happened.  We had a major dance party at the Jubilee and I’m not ready to put Black Mountain on that level, but we were certainly pushing towards it. 

            The Super 8 started to fill with heads the next day.  I certainly feel sorry for any straight folks that decided the Super 8 would be a quiet place to sleep this weekend.  Friends and strangers in tie-dyes just poured into town.  It was going to get strange and psychedelic.  We could all feel it.  Pisgah is a really cool place.  I recommend it to everyone and anyone.  They let us peacefully have fun.  I am so thankful for both the venue and the hotel letting us enjoy ourselves.  Doobies are always better when you’re not looking over shoulder all the time. 

                The show kicks off with a rocking Bertha.  The crowd responds by filling the space with jumps, leaps, twirls, and bounds.  It is very clear that the circus must be in town.  The energy doesn’t dip but kind of stays stagnant through Momma Tried and Deal.  I’m certainly not dancing like no one is watching.  I’m flashing smiles around and carving out some space.  I’m noticing the others who are carving out there space.  We carved out a good chunk of it.  I would not argue with Rude that the dancer’s sacrifice a big amount of sounds for the space they enjoy but the dance party is contagious and certainly where I want to take in the show.  Cassidy is the first point where it all starts to fade away and I’m just overtaken by the dance.  I can still see faces and bodies, but its all just a blur as I find the rhythm in my feet.  Tonight, I had that rhythm in spades at times I failed to be completely present in the music and I was just straight showing off.  The music was flowing through my body and turning me around on myself, but I maintained a tremendous amount of body control and danced with quite a bit of style.  Friend of the Devil slowed the movements, but further engaged me in the show.  I’m not going to explain the emotional significance of the song.  I think you all get it.  Big River is dancy fun and the show explodes again into Brown eyed women.  This venue is full of beautiful organic looking ladies, a real hippie hoe down.  It makes it real tough that those day must be gone, but I’ll take solace in my confidence that I can still take up the plow and plow the fields around.  Although if being real, after bout 10 minutes of working that plow I’d realize I was a bit over confident.  It’s all over now is a solid rocker and goes on for a bit.  I wouldn’t say stretched out just rocked out.  Scarlett provides a platform for playful prance and we all share in the laughter and smiles again.  This venue truly is such a beautiful scene.  I dance, but start to disengage, as I know that Promised Land will close the set.  I saw one California transplant spring into action like he was racing himself back to the Promised Land.  I must say I was still feeling 77 at this point and despite all the hints in the 2^nd set, I wouldn’t come off that prediction.  

                  If the first set moved me, the 2^nd set was transformative.  The music played with such passion and authenticity and the dance done with such precision, speed, and creativity created the experience of nirvana.  I wouldn’t say ego death or an out of body nirvana experience, but a clear state of bliss sitting on the edge of epiphany.  Might as Well not my favorite, but certainly good to get the muscles moving again.  The tune provides a good opportunity for the dancer’s to reestablish space and get grooving again.  Boom.  Samson and I’m off like a man possessed.  I probably was a man possessed.  This was probably the peak for me.  I was no longer at 70 % steam or concerned with showing off.  I was moving like I wanted to rip that lions jaw.  100% of the energy I had to give was emanating from my soul.  This song touches at the very essence of my being.  Help allows me to catch my breathe without losing any connection to the music as I prepare for things to get hectic again during slipknot just to smooth out into a blissful groove during Franklin’s and you know what? That’s exactly what happened.  DSO, friends, and strangers were all providing the energy necessary to roll away the dew.  For what I guess was close to 2 hours (set 2) I truly didn’t have a care in the world.  The music was moving me and I was moving the music in response.  Dancing is so silky smooth.  The words and energy of the song make it hard to not just reached out and grab the cutest girl within arms reach, but instead I just put forth some solid dancing and exchange a few smiles with my friends.  Drums was brief and the show serious and heartfelt again during the wheel and ship of fools.  Back into dancing to cool your mind and put you back in that playful space.  Going down the road is just what I needed and One more Saturday night is one more platform to show off some solid moves and share smiles with friends.  US Blues not my favorite tune, but I got a good smirk during you better change your act.  I see you Eugene.  Come see how much I’ve changed my act. 

              This was a special night of music.  My most special of the 5 shows I caught at the end of summer tour.  The dance was topnotch and I’m not just talking about myself.   The old locals can dance here.  Some of the most respectful and engaged kids (people around my age or younger) and of course, BM brings out some of that travelling DSO dance troupe.  This was surely a magical night.  I wanted for sunny to get even more energy out of the next night but I would be lying to say I did.  However, I certainly wouldn’t classify night 2 as a let down. 

              The party at the super 8 was topnotch with some topnotch friends.  We even had some acoustic music in the gazebo.  The night was just exactly right.  No need to go into details if you were there then you know. 

First set was a bit choppy for me.  Loved the Jack Straw.  Althea great but really slowed the energy for me.  Cowboy tunes tried to kick it back up and then we slow again for lets spend the night together.  Keep on Growing dancy, but doesn’t do much for me.  I move to the sound for the Masterpiece as the show has slowed for me and I want to try to connect with the music on a higher level.  It was beautiful up there.  People moved just enough so I could dance. 

                I thought the 2^nd set was much more powerful.  Loved the music opener and the sailor saint was dancy and touching all at the same time.  Crypitcal was powerful but had nothing on the Jubilee and the other one was strong.  Visions pulled at my heart strings and the show peaked with a ripping Viola. 

              I spent 1 more hour with great friends at the Super 8 and then it was off to the Atlanta airport for early Am flight home to the dog and reality and the like.  I had such a great time at BM.  No doubt in my mind I will be back next year.  

 

I doubt I will proofread.