This second section in ‘for good measure’ is dedicated to the artists I cross paths with and in remembrance of Rick Burgess, one who was certainly there in spirit. We will remember your voice, energy, and smile. All photos by Wanda Callagy
Last week’s New York Blues Hall of Fame Induction gave me a chance to hear some wonderful music and meet new faces. Many shared a moment or two to tell of a trip to the South and Beale Street in Memphis, or having the opportunity to see and play with many noted artists through the years. These stories and moments are worth documenting and sharing. All photos by Wanda Callagy
The experience I took in learning about the Clearwater gave me a hands on perspective having my feet on that sloop. This educational classroom sails and spreads the legacy of Pete Seeger who always believed that music could be a catalyst for change..
While sailing,feedback and recent information of some clean-up processes were explained by Manna Jo Greene and her enthusiasm was catching listening to the goals in the days ahead.
Rich Guthrie, a noted bird expert and WAMC radio personality guided us along with binoculars and cameras. The group was able to see both gulls and eagle, and listened and looked for habitat. We were able to enjoy the sailing as the wind was at our back consistently and the evening was a clear delight after storm clouds rolled by.
The simple mechanics and the beauty of the ship were enthralling. Watching the crew I gained great respect for sea stories.
In the fashion of Seeger and his friends, musicians Stephen Smith and Zen Reinhardt encouraged a sing-a-long and music followed us to shore. Most songs were taken from the Clearwater Songbook. Chanteys and sea tales from a different time encouraged many to chime in.
Smith is on the Clearwater board and adds his engineering expertise volunteering his time. As part of the organization, he is passionate with this cause close to home.
“I came on board in about 1999, after meeting the environmental director. She encouraged me and I became a part of this,” he said. “I like being able to accomplish things and be part of this change, part of these ecological projects.”
After safe docking, a dinner was provided with more music and laughter in the gazebo at the Coxsakie Riverside Park. The event was presented by the North River Friends of Clearwater and the Coeymens Heritage Society. All photos by Wanda Callagy.
For more information about the Clearwater and all the wonderful ecological programs, http://www.Clearwater.com.
I found some wonderful books today! I traveled a few miles and visited three of the bookstores in the Book Village of Hobart. I am always looking for fun children’s books and good quick reads about music. I love to share books and often give them as a gift.
I may just curl up for the evening and enjoy a chapter or two with a good cup of coffee and some zucchini bread a friend made and sent my way.
For more information about the location of these book stores and specialty shops, look them up on http://www.hobartbookvillage.com.
I have a book written by Julia Cameron and was recently loaned her “The Right to Write”.
What I really enjoy are the exercises. The editor simply but actually brilliantly encourages one to just write. There are simple questions to think on and answer. Once that starts, I find all my own come rushing in. No judge there. That is the magic of it all.
As she suggests it should not be an odd thought to just put the drama around us on the paper. It does NOT belong on a social networking site, and nothing for the public’s control or for opinion, but sacred free-floating thoughts at a set time from once to thrice a day.
Surely, my scribbles must be burned when I am gone. There are instructions placed in the box with the will, my sons.
Playing with her pages encourage me more, though I am so aware there is limited time for readers these days. There are many blogs. So many books. So much cool information at our fingertips.
For me, the joy all about it is in doing it. The simple act of writing. Buying a special pen or crayons. I do not know if the feeling I am expressing compares to a musician’s high when playing that perfect note, or a master gardener being able to harvest that new asparagus. One may cook a great meal, or help someone to heal themselves. I think it is good if we all can find that piece of us. In all of us. It may not gain fame or fortune but the process in itself is like a meditation. Or a prayer.
Now I will tell you about an event that is in store for me. Now it is sunny but humid and a storm is pending. Later I have a date for the drive in. Really. And a picnic for the movie ‘Jaws’ and “Jurassic Park”. I remember going as a kid and squeezing others in by trunk. I remember double dates and long discussions at times (seriously) with friend Paul and we would have to see the movie again to get it. In high school we would go in his model T green truck.. As a small child my siblings and I went in PJ’s and the folks would go a night to see any Clint Eastwood they could get in and we would fall asleep eventually after trips for pop and popcorn. With all those fluids, more trips. I remember hanging out on the hood. Seeing the stars. Learning about the constellations. Seeing grandma up there. Oh yeah, and that flick, too.