Hello all. I'm in Virginia at my mother's house for four days. I'm having a blissful time. Today I slept in. Then we went to the Trail Days fair and I sat in her booth with her while she wove rugs and met people. I walked around and looked at stuff. A celtic/appalacian band was on stage. They had a violinist, so I had something to watch. The guy in the tent next to hers was playing handmade wooden flute-type instruments. Ones with lots of different lenghths of boo and some single. He also played other instruments. He had them all around his neck and was performing traditional "?" music. It was so fun watching him and he really was amazing. I bought his CD. Which I kick myself for. I got caught up in wanting to support him. But I'll never listen to it. That kind of music doesn't do anything for me on CD at home with a band backing him up. But I suppose it is for the memory of this trip I'll stick it in every now or then. To remember him playing on a rainy day in the mountains with the stream in the background and strangers eagerly listening all around me. I wanted to buy one of the flutes, but I couldn't get the ambeture correct to even make a sound. I"ve tried several times in my life to no avail. I can play a recorder and a trumpet, but no flute. I can't even play a beer bottle. Anyway. I couldn't bring my violin because I rode a greyhound here. So I'm missing my baby. But also trying to convince myself that I'll go back to it refreshed. Though I wasn't feeling ...uh...unrefreshed before. Sigh. Oh well. I went jogging tonight in the mountains on a trail. That was my hour of music. Sals, JW
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