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Issue #34, RockyGrass Bluegrass festival, Lyons, Clorado. July 26-27, 2002. Haiku and photographs by Jonathan.
atmosphere is thick
with multiple bluegrass bands
dobro player smiles
festivarians
come mostly to festivate
at the festival
bowing her fiddle
like a foghorn train whistle
comin' round the stage
many microphones
arrayed to capture the sound
for a future time
black with no wrinkles
her long sari hugs her hips
and my attention
almost beer o'clock
says the announcer as he
points to the seniors
what we celebrate:
songs about unwed mothers
and broken miners
bela and chris thile
improvising for an hour
will they never stop?
bela sounds like a
petrodactyl bumblebee
in a methane swamp
transcending the song
they opt for random jamming
quickly shifting moods
to really settle
and listen to the music
is quite difficult
he plays 'salty dog'
while thinking about the prize
(at least i think so)
slightly out of tune
under evening monsoon clouds
hot day in july
more fascinated
with the picture i just took
than with the real thing
people so obsessed
with getting the perfect seat
stay in line all night
the extra-fast beat
a parody of itself
in old san antone
truly frolicking
all those crazy children
by the riverbank
he sings, 'boo hoo hoo',
that he just wasn't perfect
but neither was she
how far can i walk
down the river and still hear
bluegrass music?
cherubic infant
completely adorable
with a string of drool
let's horn a doobie
i overhear buck buckner
saying to a friend
atmosphere is thick
with multiple bluegrass bands
dobro player smiles
festivarians
come mostly to festivate
at the festival
bowing her fiddle
like a foghorn train whistle
comin' round the stage
many microphones
arrayed to capture the sound
for a future time
black with no wrinkles
her long sari hugs her hips
and my attention
almost beer o'clock
says the announcer as he
points to the seniors
what we celebrate:
songs about unwed mothers
and broken miners
bela and chris thile
improvising for an hour
will they never stop?
bela sounds like a
petrodactyl bumblebee
in a methane swamp
transcending the song
they opt for random jamming
quickly shifting moods
to really settle
and listen to the music
is quite difficult
he plays 'salty dog'
while thinking about the prize
(at least i think so)
slightly out of tune
under evening monsoon clouds
hot day in july
more fascinated
with the picture i just took
than with the real thing
people so obsessed
with getting the perfect seat
stay in line all night
the extra-fast beat
a parody of itself
in old san antone
truly frolicking
all those crazy children
by the riverbank
he sings, 'boo hoo hoo',
that he just wasn't perfect
but neither was she
how far can i walk
down the river and still hear
bluegrass music?
cherubic infant
completely adorable
with a string of drool
let's horn a doobie
i overhear buck buckner
saying to a friend
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen