And who knows where the time goes? Some things that we internally wish for, become so complex by life itself, that we cast the moorings away and become adrift….I refuse that, both in my art and personal life.
“How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
There have been few groups who have influenced my guitar repertoire and personal life since the 60’s than Sandy Denny and the original Fairport Convention with guitar virtuoso, Richard Thompson. She has long passed , but the group, minus Richard, who has had a brilliant solo career, are a rich part of musical history. I shall never forget seeing Mr. Thompson in his solo act at the Kalamazoo Theatre in the 80’s…incredible guitar and vocals on a solo level. Sandy Denny had a voice of honey that was both soothing and intriguing, and she was no slouch on the guitar. When I would attend shows in the motor city in the 60’s at the Eastown Theatre and famed, Grande Ballroom, and Fairport Convention would be on the bill, it was my first opportunity as a teen to see traditional English and Irish Folk Music blended with rock and roll. ….I and the rest of the audience knew not how lucky we were to see the unusual mating of styles. Ahhhhh-send me back to those days again! I remember dreaming about attending the Cropedy Festival in England some years back, which this year is August 8,9,10th in England, including not only Fairport Convention, but Martin Barre from Jethro Tull and many others. The festival has taken place annually since 1976 in Oxfordshire England, bestowed upon Woodstock sized, appreciative crowds….who knows where the time goes,….maybe some day :-). Have a great weekend….lots of chores to do at the farm here before I get the grandkids in a few days….