Thursday, May 8
friday: weather was good, i remember. enough breeze to power hannah's/my defective plastic pinwheel at just the right angle (only when it was facing toward us.) nothing at trinity as usual (oh, except 2001 cds) looked like fct was going to get out early after all, but instead we watched derrida (amusing but not as good as wittgenstein). then the weekend/summer started for real. gary and ben sauntered over after radio, through the english dept. picnic, which made me think of last year's (kendall's horseshoes, veggies on the grill.) gary got excited about the burgers, then regaled a decent-sized group of us with some of his patented guitarmagicalness (inc. instrumental "spiderwebs" - did you know he wrote that?) and tales of life in the biz (apparently, he was the one who came up with The Only Band That Matters - i think when you've been around long enough you must have done something someone's heard of. it's been interesting to see who knows him from what.)
and there was liza's (oh, preview) performance. last-minute loincloth/diaper; black sleeveless. there was far more fruit than audience, but that's okay because because there were two of my favorite people there, or certainly my two favorite alumni: rae i mostly anticipated (though you never know), with friend leah, who looks a lot like liz singreen in a few years. but the other i never know when to expect. (right now i do, frinstance, and where is she? tennessee already?) the show was a bit stumbly (tango was the worst i've done in a while) but good-natured. talk-back didn't so much happen, we just ate more of the chili-lime-apples, and they started the set-up for lukie's elaborate surprise party. to entertain my guests, we took a long circuitous route through the woods for campfire chai. drummy conversing; pixies 12" in my room; crunchy mp3s in sodden paces. we went back to the crum, but i left after sleeping for an hour. it was cold and my bed is swimmy. and that way i get to be woken up by the phone.
saturday! worthstock has already been nicely summed up by ben. there's lots of details of course, but i don't think too much needs to be added. smashing and huge is right! the stupid frank thing was the only blip, and that was already fait accompli and forgotten by the time the fest started. some moments: okgo blasting as we cruised across the lawn in the carefully labelled "worthstock transport system"; i told people to come forward and they did; alyssa getting a ducktail from becca during gary's first set; the national steel (older than he is!) made the sun come out; watching the grill take care of itself; so much of the festival did in fact - people did what had to be done, only stuff like the harrises' cranberry juice needed specific attention. turnout was bigger earlier and throughout than last year. the folks played long long sets - by the end of gary's second one it was almost not amazing anymore, except that it was. corey duetted with him and with ian thomas (in worthstock tradition, a surprise last-minute addition to the lineup.) and django was just as fantastic as everything else. even gary was skanking.
silly newsorgans made it seem like the effort was mostly his or mines. no: we did it. crunkadelia (should have been on the posters!) for lack of a better name, strikes again. now that's a fucky (in the best sense.)
…get your hair did