{"id":697,"date":"2007-06-14T21:36:18","date_gmt":"2007-06-15T01:36:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/2007\/06\/14\/g-a-b-b-f-j-o-t-t-i-n-g-s-2\/"},"modified":"2007-10-20T21:39:22","modified_gmt":"2007-10-21T01:39:22","slug":"g-a-b-b-f-j-o-t-t-i-n-g-s-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/archives\/697","title":{"rendered":"– G A B B F –
j o t t i n g s<\/em>

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part two<\/em>\"Detail<\/p>\n

I know I have a very selective memory. That\u2019s probably both a good and a bad thing. On the one hand, it\u2019s not difficult for me to put unpleasant things out of mind. On the other hand, it\u2019s not difficult for me to put just about anything out of mind. Dana thinks that I have a propensity to make things up in order to compensate for a memory bank like Swiss cheese. It\u2019s not that simple actually. All my memories seem valid to me, even the ones that apparently never happened. And when stressful things occur like what took place last Friday\u2014thinking we\u2019d lost Walie before she turned up at the animal shelter\u2014it gets flushed almost instinctively. Joan\u2019s recent mention of it at her MO-JO<\/a> site took me by surprise. Apparently I forget things really fast! That\u2019s why journaling comes so naturally for me. I\u2019ve relied on it my entire adult life as a back-up memory. I believe I get it from Mombo, an incurable chronicle-keeper, too. That\u2019s not to say I tend to forget my emotions in the same manner. I struggle at times to figure out why I\u2019m in a sour mood. I can\u2019t recall the negative stimulus, but \u201cforgot\u201d to jettison the associated emotion at the same time. Pretty strange. I won\u2019t even begin to go into discussing my dreams. That\u2019s another story and big waste of time. And so why am I rambling on about this? Just preparing to recollect some things worth remembering from the last week, but, as I said yesterday, I failed to make any notes. Just about the only fearful aspect of blogging is knowing this about myself and realizing I might be leaving important things out\u2014not because they have any true significance in the grand scheme, but because someone who follows this log may find the omission hurtful. <\/p>\n

• Festival Saturday<\/strong>
\nSaturday started early at the Town House. As Dana continued to work away at picnic preparations, I planted flowers and did the annual June clean-up outside. As usual, it caused me to think of \u201craking the tackle-pits at dawn,\u201d and other narrative allusions to The Legend<\/a>. That\u2019s just typical me. We were able to take a break for the Atlanta Trumpet Ensemble at the Courthouse bandstand before it was time to mount our picnic table set-up in front of the main stage. In addition to Terie and Marty, David and Lee joined us, plus the family of our new clients, John and Vi. Guest artist Phil Smith was absolutely extraordinary, and both Vince and George were inducted into the GABBF Hall of Fame, the Festival\u2019s highest honor. After all these years of having a table, we continued to score a superb central position near the stage, but this time the amplification seemed a bit too much. I don\u2019t remember being bothered about the volume in the past (oh, let\u2019s not revisit that memory thing again), but we put up with it until the last act. Joan was out and about and she came to the table later for a glass of vino, but, before that, we saw each other at the marketplace tent. I was disappointed to discover that the gold pins had already sold out. Now, due to my procrastination, I\u2019d have to wait for a re-order.<\/p>\n

• Morning Bike Ride<\/strong>
\nSunday morning arrived quickly and I was the first to show up at Danville Bike and Footwear to greet participants in the first Brass Band Festival bicycle ride. I was eager to see if my new idea would bear some some fruit. Two out-of-town couples brought their bikes for the advertised ride and we had a decent turnout of locals for what will be remembered as the inaugural event. After an hour or so in the countryside, we rolled to Centre\u2019s campus for the traditional Community Worship Service. The weather was perfect. How many communities in America can produce such a high-level music festival, keep all the concerts free of charge, and include an out-of-doors, music-filled, ecumenical church service, too? It still astonishes me. Afterwards, I made my way over to the marketplace and learned that a few unsold pins had surfaced overnight. Slipping my pal Harlan a five, I managed to get an example of my 2007 design and keep the pin collection up to date. <\/p>\n

• Festival Sunday<\/strong>
\nAfter all the energy of the previous days and a successful bike ride under my belt, I was at the point in the Festival when I could just take it easy and enjoy the music. Sunday afternoon on the grass might be my favorite part of the annual weekend, and I couldn\u2019t wait for it. Dana, Lee, and I put together a simple picnic of leftovers and toasted the day with a cold Stella before heading over to campus for the final hours of glorious sound. As usual, I kicked back with my shoes off and my pin-hat down over my eyes, drifting in and out of a lazy nap while the bands played. When favorite soloists came forward, I grabbed our camera and hugged the front of the stage like it was my personal work zone. The satisfying musical peaks of Festival Sunday convince me that all my hours of studio effort over the months are worth it. Multiply that by hundreds of other volunteers and you\u2019ll begin to understand how this event has thrived for 18 years and shows no signs of doing anything but solidifying as one of Kentucky\u2019s summer highlights.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

part two I know I have a very selective memory. That\u2019s probably both a good and a bad thing. On the one hand, it\u2019s not difficult for me to put unpleasant things out of mind. On the other hand, it\u2019s not difficult for me to put just about anything out of mind. Dana thinks that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,5,33,17,12,21,18,29,8,36,28,37,23,34,67,19],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/697"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=697"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/697\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=697"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=697"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=697"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}