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I did a piece on the Brattleboro Area Farmers’ Market that’s in the current (July/August) issue of VERMONT magazine, called “To Market, To Market”. This image and the two below were ones I didn’t even bother sending in; “deep cuts”, to borrow a concept from the music industry.
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What are you gonna do, when the gig is @ 1PM in the parking lot of a shopping mall ? The band was River City Slim and the Zydeco Hogs, and, despite the size of the crowd, they played like there was no tomorrow – a great performance. The guitarist here is Toad Eckert, who since has gone into semi-retirement. They had at least one dancer for most of the gig though – the woman in white on the left. Speaking of crowds, there’s a massive profile on Bruce Springsteen in the July 30th edition of the New Yorker magazine, written by David Remnick. Highly recommended!
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/07/30/120730fa_fact_remnick
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Time again for this world famous parade, complete with beautiful bovines, dancing milk faeries (above), marching bands, and a superhero cleanup crew (see below).
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Bob Mosebach (above) and I played the bar and coffeehouse circuit in CT in the 1990’s, with some bookstores, house parties and 4-H camps thrown in to boot. He’s a great musician who still plays out a couple times a week. One nite, we played an end of summer concert at a local camp, to a demographic way younger than our normal crowd. Bob had been working there as the camp nurse, and as we were setting up, I wondered about holding the attention of the 150+ kids and adolescents in the cafeteria/hall. Without hesitating, he said “PA and amps on 10”. We opened with Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” at maximum volume; Bob at full throttle on a 12 string, and me wailin some of the loudest leads of my life. It worked – we played to a very attentive and appreciative audience the whole night.
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The Quiet Valley Quilting Guild has sponsored an annual Quilt Festival, currently held on the 2nd weekend after Labor Day, for the past 17 years. 220 quilts were entered this year, including one from a 7 year old. Above is a section from Nelli Knapp’s “My Zen Quilt”.
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In a room, by himself, a man plays a trumpet, and I remember how Music, perhaps the most naturally gregarious of the arts, can also be the most solitary of pursuits. It’s said that Eric Clapton, even after some early success as a guitarist, locked himself away for the greater part of a year to further develop his chops. “Practice and practice and practice some more, to bring the Muses to your door.” I also remember my good friend RR, aka Mssr. E. Demi -D’amour, practicing some simple blues scales on his trumpet, deep in his VT woods – a remarkably beautiful listening experience.
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These rooms stood empty for the greater part of 20 years, the owner in a nursing home, so the story goes. One spring evening, walking in the back yard among daffodils that seemed none the worse for wear from the inattention, I heard kids playing off in the valley below, and felt that the owners probably had a good life here. But who knows? The artwork was in a pile of rubbish elsewhere in the house, which has since been torn down.
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