For a while we thought it was for the birds, between eagles, cranes and chickadees, dees dees, but they were able to pull it out with migration. Passing the lead from one great musician to the other many topics were covered musically.
Dressing code and half pint cowboy boots. Grandpaís hands.
Storms and rains and thunderstorms, seeds breaking open. To be evergreen, stuck out on this limb, dancing with the wind. Up on the rim, endless skies. I can see for 100 miles. Burn like a filament, catch on fire. Community, despair and broken hearts, helping each other. A secret organization working beneath the tax code. Me and everybody I know. What to do when you grow up? Leave home. Cowboy in a Coup De Ville. Where you might end up if youíre in a rodeo, Down in the Dirt. Lover of the other side of the hill, Blue yonder, 10,000 ft, gliding, casting fate to the wind, soaring over the Sangres. Colorado everywhere I go Iím in your shadow. Mountains strong and true, dance and sing. Cathedral altar. Hallelu. A little bit of Heaven, How did we get so blessed? Oh yes.
Mountains make the wind, Creatorís grand design, trees stand against the wind. Nights deep, river wide, keep in time by the river. Different ships- same boat now. Path a different turn, Tony, end of life service. I do not sing with my voice only, music echoes on. Barking Cow Drones.
You had to be there and I hope you are next year if you missed it this year.
Thank you, Chuck, Jenny and Don for letting us listen and enjoy your very talented, gifted jam session.