Remember when you were young and went to concerts, clubs or other locations (for the purpose of this discussion the Officer’s Wives Bizaare at PHV doesn’t count) and the person at the door, entry way, whatever took your ticket/money and slapped a honking big rubber stamp on your hand.
This one, if viewed properly, represents a couple of musical notes. Symbolic I think since I received it at the Freight & Salvage Coffeehouse in Berkeley. The occasion was a musical review in honor of the 100 year anniversary of Woody Guthrie’s birthday.
Most, but not all of the crowd were well into their 60s. The musicians were fabulous, the singers ranged from excellent to so-so. The accents attempted were definitely not Oklahoma. But Woody Guthrie’s American Song was well worth seeing.
On other fronts – I now have six of the eight sections of my Wingspan completed.