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Part 1
Well,
the exodus has picked up steam and is moving forward way too fast for
many of us.. While part of me is ready to go, most of me is not. I've
been readier to go in previous years.. I may have something to do with
the great weather we've had for the entire festival. Physically, you're
just not as exhausted, so you still want more..
Body language is different... more the hands on the shoulders at the festival
end than the unbridled hugs of the festival's beginning...
everyone is starting to give away their excess food... If any of you stop
over at bill nash's house during the next 9 months, ask him to show you
where the rest of the kerrville leftovers are stashed... It takes him
that long to go through all the extra food people give him... I got rid
of a 2 quart bottle of milk this morning by contributing it to camp nashville's
breakfast... thanks sheryl.. the french toast was delicious.
Someone asked me yesterday if i was going to cry much today. I told her
i didn't know... It didn't take me long to find out this morning.. i was
crying before i even got to the bathroom.. (those of you who have camped,
know how soon after waking THAT IS!!!)
Ok, time for the annual jazz pharoahs...
Although there's not later left,
later..
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Part 2
Gaps have started to appear on RV and pop-up rows, where people have already
vacated and are heading back to reality..
ARRRGGGHHH!! reality.. we're just not gonna go there for now..
The Jazz Pharoahs on at threadgill, to a smaller crowd than what i've
seen before..
As i make another trip to storage about 4:30, the line of cars proceeding
slowly, sadly down the long, dusty parking lot towards south gate is not
a warm, pretty sight..
In talking with friends about the festival, everyone seems to feel that
this one has been different, moreso than the "expected differences"..
I'd welcome any thoughts on this subject from those of you who have already
returned home...
It's 6:44, the fish fry with still on the hill has started, and the tent
and camphome has been packed.. The bags of dirt we used to fill are open
again with no tent covering them..
Coho and Singkerrnicity are both gone.. most other camps are in partial
teardown stages..
Sadness is the order of my day..
Coming to you direct
from the Kerrville Folk Festival in Texas
Brian (Breadman) Wolfsohn
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