The Burrow

As those of you who were dry enough to be here yesterday know, Miss Margo and I were listening to some pretty fine tunes on Sunday.   We heard eight acts in six hours There was very little down-time between sets. Encores were allowed but not encouraged. The early acts were amazed to be awake; "I didn't know that there were two 10:30's in a single day." There was lots of gospel and a maddening urge to get up and boogie. The music touches something in my soul; G'ma loved Woody Guthrie and I'm wondering if it's genetic.   There were contest winners  like Desert Heart, who won a spot on the bill by coming in first in the Friday Night Band Contest. Two are married, all were smiling. The music was fine.  Margo and I enjoyed their joy.   Mark Phillips (in black) & IIIrd Generation  got the crowd up and dancing. A classically trained musician does have a smoother sound than someone who learned at Gran...

without the banjo?  Margo and I looked and smiled and said "Country."  Then we laughed. It was that kind of a day at the lovely outdoor AVA Ampthitheater next to the Pascua Yaqui's aptly named Casino del Sol. Look at all that sunshine, denizens.  Why in the world are you living along the Eastern seaboard?  Have you not checked The Weather Channel?  You won't be seeing skies like this in the forseeable future.  Margo and I sat outside, in shorts, for six wonderful hours today.  I wish you all could have been there, too.  There were plenty of empty seats. Sponsored by the Desert Bluegrass Association (which deserves the shout out for putting on such a wonderful show at such a reasonable price), we saw eight acts, most of them from the front row. And then there was the festival food. Margo was trying to be healthy; there are veggies under the salsa. My Sonoran Hot Dog (no beans, please) made me very happy.  The su...