Phew, a moment to breathe! Since I hit the ground in Oakland at noon on Saturday PST, it's been back to back. Birthday party, work, family bbbq, 8 am job interview, work, singing. Tomorrow is finally my day of rest, so I shall attempt to update for real.
I think that I and my already-temperamental phone charger parted ways in Cambridge. Thus prioritizing my plans to get a new phone and local number. Meanwhile just leave me a voicemail, I'm checking. Or better yet, email.
Amongst the many exciting birthdays today... Mr Woodrow Wilson Guthrie!
Check out this footage. One of two surviving videos.
I'll leave you with a passage from the beginning of his most excellent autobiography Bound For Glory. Turns of phrase to rival KT's recent post. (No clowns, just hobos.)
I sat down with my back against the wall looking all through the troubled, tangled, messed-up men. Traveling the hard way. Dressed the hard way. Hitting the long lonesome go. Rougher than a cob. Wilder than a woodchuck. Hotter than a depot stove. Madder than nine hundred dollars. Arguing worse than a tree full of crows. Messed up. Mixed up. A crazy boxcar on a wild track. Headed sixty miles an hour in a big cloud of poison dust due straight to nowhere.