Michigan, as always, was a physical workout, as the performances, workshops etc. are scattered over 700 acres. But the music was divine, the shuttles were efficient, and the members of the legendary Lizard Clan offered up superb repasts morning and night, with mornings featuring perfect, endless bacon and grits, and evenings of steak, burgers, chicken and ribs with all the trimmings. All this and The Indigo Girls, Holly Near, Cris Williamson, Ferron and more. I didn’t have to sing a note, but I did anyway, every chance I got. Bought coffee from the Saints Collective, ice cream from the trail side vendor and experienced a brief episode of total insanity when I found a clothing maker in the crafts area who made raw silk into such exquisite art that I was compelled to order my outfitfor the Oscars. I’m not being presumptuous, really. It was just the only possible excuse I could come up with for spending that much (and nevermind how much) on a single outfit.
I musta been crazy! But who knows? I may get to wear it. Anyway, the whole thing was just too much fun for words. Saw many old friends and made some new ones. The workshop on Winter’s Bone was well received, and only one woman screamed “It’s You!” and fell at my feet. Embarrassing, yes, but pretty cool, also. Tulsa’s next, but Michigan will be a hard act to follow.