July 17, 2008
Ruminations on the fall of civilization
The people attending the Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival could not be more friendly or well-behaved. And the campground of trailers and tents is the most organized and clean shantytown you ever could hope to see. But even so, barely-controlled chaos like this always horrifies me on a visceral level. I think it's because it conjures up images of our inevitable future, after the fall of civilization. A sea of hippies dancing and eating pulled pork sandwiches. I guess that sounds okay. My point is that you never know what it could turn into. And tonight, it turned into me walking back to my car, spotting a dollar bill on the ground, bending to pick it up, and having it yanked away by the wiseguy who held the fishing pole it was attached to. Nice job! You have proven that when I see a dollar bill, I will pick it up, like everyone else in the world. You... win? I guess I've really learned a lot about myself and society? Not really. Eh, whatever, I laughed about it too at the time. I'm not as curmudgeonly as I make myself appear. Tonight was great. I performed two songs for an actual bluegrass festival audience, I spent entirely too long in the "dance pavilion," especially considering I have no idea how to dance to bluegrass (or really to anything), but neither did anyone else. And on the drive back to the bed & breakfast, the moon was bright yellow and streaky, like the Comfort Inn logo, and a deer bounded in front of me (safely). My new job starts Monday, my UCB show with Dave Thunder and Rob Lathan is coming up, and I'm playing in a rock show with Terry at Kenny's Castaways in a couple weeks. And I think right now, it's time to head out to the Irish bar for more of the happiest music I've ever heard. Life is good.
Now watch me get cancer.
Posted by tony at July 17, 2008 10:11 PM
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Oh, Tony. You're so Tony.
Posted by: Maddy at July 21, 2008 11:40 AM
