The Boulder Heritage Festival

I'm sitting here on my little porch in Boulder grappling with an opening sentence that will take me into the events of the last week or so. I really don't know where to begin. So, I'll begin by saying that The Boulder Heritage Festival was amazing, tiring, fantastic, emotional, stimulating, mind bending, and successful, all at once. Aside from all the suggestions I get each year from people, I can't think of much I would have changed this year, except a little more time to sit back, relax and visit. Then, that's always the way it is and will probably continue to be until I am an old man. 

If you have never been to the Festival, you should really put it in your plans to make the journey some year--its extraordinary in that so many different kinds of people ultimately show up and participate. Cowboys, Buddhists, pioneers, survivalists, farmers, mormons, revelators, drunks, poets, musicians, storytellers, farmers, farmer's daughters, rednecks, truck-drivers, historians, actors, writers, physical therapists, doctors, lawyers, mental patients, technicians, dogs, vendors, native americans, painters, etc. all show up at one time or another during the course of the festival. Its quite a collection of people. I am very fortunate in that I get to watch it all happen from the stage, and make my observations. 

This year, (because of some great donations) we were able to bring in some top talent to the stage, along with some amazing events in the conference room. Carla Werner was our main stage headliner this year, and she did an amazing job. Vikki Thorn, (of 'The Waifs') also brought here choral society to sing, which so confounded, (I mean that in a good way)  the audience that no one moved the whole time they were singing. 'Ridin' The Faultline' came for their eighth year at a Boulder Fest, and once again dispersed their bluegrass magic upon the crowd--'Home Jones', an R&B band from Phoenix kept the audience on their feet dancing until the festival closed that night. 'Camille and Doug Hall' did their best set ever--original songs with a regional flavor...magic songs for a magic setting. The night before, Rustin Reber's band Durty Burt went into Stevie Ray Vaughan territory, and again got the crowd dancing wildly amongst the beautiful lighting and cottonwood trees designed by Tracee Rohde and God. There were plays put on, great food, puppies, little kids with light necklaces dancing, reunions, and cool breezes for a hot day.  Seven riders rode the mail trail this year, from sun--up to six o'clock in the evening, in time to disperse the letters that came on horse back, from Escalante, twelve miles away on the mail trail.  The Barsch's gave their unique history of coming to Boulder, and the Peterson's came from as far away as Missouri to all get together for the first time in forty years. Ken Shurtz (of the Peterson family) told me that feuds were healed, songs were sung, and non-stop 'catching up' happening for three days. Dan Janssen, the saddle maker for 'Burns Saddlery', came from Salina to represent and sponsor the saddle show. Frank Lopez, 'The Saddle Man' was also there to do a workshop on braiding and be an in house expert on the saddles. Hell, my older brother even showed up, four weeks after having a heart attack. Everyone put in a maximum effort to make this the best festival ever!  Despite having to be very busy, I did have a great time, getting 'tiny' visits here and there. Cheryl did an amazing job getting people to talk about ranching, cowdogs, history, land ownership, and creativity, all while managing to pull off a dutch oven cook-off that fed probably three hundred people. Karen oversaw the silent auction, while her husband Rick cracked jokes and kept everyone laughing. (The Palmer's are all funny people).  My Aunt Margie, my Aunt Annie, my eighty-eight year old Aunt Renon, cousins, uncles, and second cousins were there. In a word, astonishing. 

Yesterday, I finally cleaned up my little house, which by the time the weekend was over looked like someone had lobbed in a hand grenade, order to chaos and back again folks, chaos to order... I also finally went to Deer Creek with my dear little pup, 'Baby' and walked up the creek, finally laying down in the cold clear water. I'm now looking for some order and routine again, so I don't go off on some bender and buy a horse or something stupid, but I think with the people around me, and my optimistic state of mind, I don't think that will happen, but if it does, I'll probably call someone from Mexico... 

Today, its off to Escalante for some propane so that I can take a shower, and then physical therapy from Jerome, and then up to The Hell's Backbone Grill' to sing for my supper and some gas money. What a great life, great life. I should have some time now to continue on with the reporting, there is much more to talk about, and more revelry to come...

'Preparation and More Event Execution, Wait, Did I Say Execution?'

I'm not adverse to writing these days, (there is much going on) its just difficult with my internet situation and, well, all that's going on!  The second show of 'Bohemian Cowboy' at Hills and Hollows' in Boulder went very well--different audience, different location, different stage, but both shows got wonderful reactions, (unless everyone is lying to me), and so I am optimistic about its continued success. I'm writing to you from 'Kiva Koffeehouse', where I'm booking a show. Its also a wonderful venue for the show, upon the cliffs overlooking the Escalante River--beautiful red rocks and of course, the river. Dan, (my brother), has been a tremendous help in pulling off shows that require lots of moving stages, sound and lighting equipment, not to mention the stage--its fun but labor intensive. 

So, a couple of minutes ago, I booked the 'Kiva Koffeehouse', as a 'dinner then theatre event'. (They serve amazing dinner here), I'm excited. I heard today that the Escalante Festival wants the show for the Arts Festival there--so there is some buzz. 

(new day) Yesterday was quite a day of planning and taking all the steps to get the Boulder Heritage Festival going. It will start a week from today, so there is much to do. Last night, I went to Salt Gulch for a recording session with Eric, that's going well, although there are those days recording that you question every song, sound, and lyric that gets recorded. You just keep plugging away--just like some of the rehearsals in LA, there were days I would walk away after rehearsing five hours and think, "none of this works, can someone get me out of this?" Its part of the program. 

Today, I have to finish the play that my young actors here are performing for the festival, but it will keep me focussed--have to have the writing session, NOW. Talk soon. Lots of interesting things to say, just no time to really say them...