with stalebread scottie in port townsend, washington
for stalebread scottie: laissez le bon temps rouler
early morning in port townsend, washington
smells fresh, clean, salty, marine
light breeze kisses cheeks unseen
gently blows hair across eyes
flutters clothes against bodies
busking 1930s jug-band and blues tunes
skip james, cannon’s jug stompers
touring the country with his band
stalebread scottie and the kitchen men
says he counts among his friends:
alynda segarra (hurray for the riff raff)
erika lewis (lonesome doves)
shaye cohn (tuba skinny) . . .
and now you, ’cause you’re strange
(oh really)
then he says:
“ya know ya hold that mandolin like r. crumb
and play it elizabeth cotten style
when it comes to layin’ it straight
my advice is
get outta the way and
let the music play you
play it like you mean it”
life tastes enticingly bright like citrus
in that moment
with stalebread scottie in port townsend, washington
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Nice moment Larry, I think they have a music fest up there. Sounds like you were jammin along!
Forgot to add it’s Centrum Acoustic Blues Festival there
Yes, Jess, one for the books. Music, poetry, and writing are as essential as breathing. Everyday practices. Keep the juices flowing. Your generous feedback is received in the spirit given. Encourages me to continue carrying on. May you do the same, dear friend