Mudcat Island Folk Festival II

Subject: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:53 PM

The sleepy Atlantic rolls in to Mudcat Island just north of the US Border, in Canadian waters. Scattered along the islands seaward shore are scores of handsome, windswept, bright eyed Mudcatters, many of them playing, many singing, and many drinking. Several dozen are crew of the handsome schooner Mudcat, nodding safely at the quay in the gentle evening breeze. Along the strand, the schooner's skipper waltzes with an eerie, glowing Divinitrix; on the rocks, MMario hands out piles of shellfish, others serve mugs of cold Reisling, dark island rum, and other fine libations fit for so talented a crowd. The evening wears merrily onward, and Cap'n Dave, the ancient mariner, keeper of the Mudcat Light, and spinner of long sea yarns, looks happily on with a coaxsome wee damsel happily resting on one knee...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:05 PM

Well, here's my lament, only it's not really a lament...more of a lullaby, but it's sad. It's called "Dean Cadalan Samhach," and it was written by a Scottish immigrant to North Carolina, not far, actually from where my folks live (about 60 miles away from where I am) It's all about missing Scotland. I'll follow it up with "O Tha Mise Fro Ghruiaman." Oh, and shy girl Crowhugger, if'n you want a corbie to hug, you can have me. Pipers get uncommonly good at squeezing.

--Mbo

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SEABIRD (Bill Whelan)
From: Áine
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:11 PM

Beside the shore, quietly sitting and dipping her hand into the lapping water, TGG begans to sing a plaintive song as Amos, the Sailing Poet, tenderly places his arm around her shoulders --

I dream of a Seabird
As it opens its wings to the gale
And as it soars o'er the Island
It follows the wake of my trail
And when the dark night falls
And the grey mists surround me
My heart is a small boat
Your love is its sail

And I'll sing of all the love I have for you
And I'll bear with all the pain you want me to
For whichever way we may go
And no matter what winds may blow
It's our Nature that binds your heart to me

Oh my hope is for freedom
And it rises and falls on the tide
And as I sail on the ocean
I have one warm secret inside
When the west winds blow
And the white waves are foaming
My heart is a small boat
Your smile is the shore

I will sing of all the love I have for you
And I'll bear with all the pain you want me to
For whichever way we may go
And no matter what winds may blow
It's our Nature that binds your heart to me

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:27 PM

You tell 'em Aine! Ahhh...songs of hope--
And still I dream she'll come to me
And we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather...


--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:30 PM

(Sighs)_Ach, Goddess, you're getting me all over goosebumps!

A fair song, fairly sung. And here's a toast to you, and something to drink it with!

He fetches her glowing Divinitrix a mug of the special Reisling, and places his sea-coat over her shoulders as the sea's cool air wanders among the lobster-cooking driftwood fires along the granite shores.

Here's to DIvinity, wherever it may shine!

(They drink, and throw the glasses into the firepit where they flare and sparkle into incandescent atoms of firelight. Overhead, a seabird cries to the lapping dark sea).

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:38 PM

Sounds like a little bit of heaven to me.....I gotta run over to Liz's place and give her some recipes, but when I come back, ya'll get ready to dance! Got some nice waltzes in mind, and a couple jigs.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:39 PM

Well now I'm feeling a bit left out! The doves are sweetly cooing and everyone's taking to their wooing--and I'm sitting here trying not to get sand in the chanter! Hmmm...Sand O' Chanter?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:41 PM

Why'n't ya catch up with yon fair Sorcha and offer to carry her recipes. Ya might start something!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:49 PM

A lone figure sits in the shadows of the rocks huddled in his pea-coat, hat pulled low over his face. He listens to the music and sings the melodies to himself, remembering other nights on other, far-flung and half forgotten beaches. Remembering other loves, other friends, now gone like yesterdays sunshine. At times like this they return and stir the ashes of fires long dead. He hears the music and sighs a prayer of thanks for new friends and new chances. The old images sink back into the well of memory. The muse will return. Surely ,she will return once more.

troll

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:51 PM

Isn't Wyoming to London a bit far to walk?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:58 PM

Troll, I hope for your sake, and mine, that our muses return someday. We need them to wack us upside the head with their celestial 2 x 4's!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: GUEST,Rob-o
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:21 PM

I stood by your Atlantic Sea

And sang a song for Ireland

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Robo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:26 PM

Aiyree! In the blink of a nod I become a guest, is it! Fixed that.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:26 PM

A HA! Caught ya smoochin'! Liz got her recipes, and I put one up just for Mbo--Chocolate Ravioli! I promised waltzes, so here is the loverly "Margaret's Waltz" Dance on, my friends, while Mbo and I eat cookies! (and ***)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:36 PM

Grab him, gal, and spin him, and *** him til he grins! Young Mbo here needs catching up on his store of "orful" sins!! ...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:38 PM

This is getting tricky--trying to fiddle around, eat cookies,****Mbo and watch the Westminister Dog show. 'Nother waltz--Red Fox". Back to the dogs.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:40 PM

How about "Tail Toddle"?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:42 PM

Nope, I don't have that one, but I know Rocky Top! (grooaann). How about Loggieville Two Step to liven things up a little?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:43 PM

Mbo, y'er not a Toddler anymore, so let yourself (and your tail) be asterisked nice and gentle like by the fine lady! Lead on, Sweet MacDuffy! And poo on he who first goes "huffy! puffy!". How much of that dark island rum is there in this Reisling anyway?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:47 PM

Sorry, that's the name of the tune...I always thought toddlers toddled...don't know any other meaning!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:48 PM

Mbo, Shall we take the next jig, if you don't mind me asking, Then pipe me a sweet one in firelight a-baskin'

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:55 PM

One jig coming up---Kesh Jig, fast as you can.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:56 PM

Rosin on the bow and away we go! Ya with me, Mbo?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 11:56 PM

Not at all, sweet lassie. How about "Dancing Feet"?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 12:17 AM

And we're on, Mbo!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 12:36 AM

ahhhh...the beckoning pipe tune fills the island and everyone is up dancing. Almost everyone...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 12:40 AM

C'mon folks--how can you resist this infectious little tune?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: wysiwyg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:01 AM

Ah, I'm dancin' in me heart, mates, for my dear one's a snoozin' in the lee, after his long hard trip ye know, but I fill me time prayin' fer the lost ones who've not yet made landfall to the festival, hopin' they'll come safe an' sound afore the rum's a' gone.

Crowhugger, how can ye be huggin' the crows and playin' a tune all together like? An' be it a tune o' the Poles or is it just the boys so glad ta see ye?

Mbo, is yer heart a bit lighter this fine and friendly eve?

Sorcha, did ye sort'cher problem with the wee rocks?

Mariner, are ye grievin' 'er still?

Amos, have ye made free yet with the tide-bereft gel ye so sweetly tied to befriend, mistakin' her fer myself? Will ye not tell me sweet one ye meant no harm to his dear?

RobO, Ye'll be watchin' yer cookies, I'm thinkin' Sorcha must hev et em there!

Troll, I ha'nt had the pleasure o' makin' yer acquaintance here at the festival, but I see yer a body o' philospohical wisdom indeed. Will ye not lead us in a solemn dance befittin' the occasion?

Aine, D'ye think the stars will ever shine so bright as they do over this fair company?

Ah, to have Max with us now, here, and forever... An' if Joe the Offer could but spare a moment to join the mad revelry and help the helples no longer...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:05 AM

Praise, Playing? Heck, no, I'm dancin! I've ne'er yet met a tune that didn't tickle my feet. Grab your ol' banjo-collector from the pop-up and take your places in the beachside ball.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: wysiwyg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:13 AM

No, dance on m'dear, dance on, for my dear one sleeps too sweet to shake, an' he'll be needin' his strength I'm sure when it comes time to sort the men from the boys and take some of the poor lads kickin' and screamin' ta Mr. Young's fine treatment center. Ye know a preacher's work is never what ye think 'tis. He's been that worried about a few of raw deck hands since they came stumblin' back three-legged from the Frederick's fine establishment a day or two ago....

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:18 AM

Praise, Such is life. Shall we call out for you when we come to that grand stompful of women that send the fellows for an empty and a refill?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: wysiwyg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:22 AM

Sure, sure, me dears, when the wild women gather ye'll see me there with ye, I may be in the lead or I may be with ye in spirit, but ye'll have me cheerin' yer every move.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:38 AM

The shy gal with the cello, she who will cross a thousand oceans for lovely piping, begins to feel the beach grit in her eye. And so, bow safely tucked in for the night, she makes her way to the Atlantic for a thundering meditation with the tide, then crawls between two hummocks above the high water mark.

Of songs and shellfish, dances and wind she dreams,
For ne'er there was a place so real she's seen.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:45 AM

The skipper strolls slowly back toward the firelight, his heart full and calm for the first time in many months, his pipe gently signalling heaven and his feet stumbling slowly toward the quarterdeck. Night winds carry the wild jigs and happy laughs to him from the beach, and he smiles joyfully to hear it; then nodding, climbs the gangplank and disappears below the decks of the quiet, lovely Mudcat schooner he so loves.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:46 AM

Yes,I've got all my rocks in a row(?), all lined up keeping cozy so we can have pancakes for breakfast,blueberries optional. But if I don't get some sleep, it'll be noon before I wake up. Night all.

Subject: Lyr Add: LET IT BE YOUR LULLABY (Lorre Wyatt)
From: wysiwyg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 01:47 AM

And as she seeks her slumber, she hears the soft voice of a new friend singing her to her well-deserved rest...

When you sing you've got to sing with the strength of a lullaby, You'll never know till you try.... When you sing yu've got to sing, with the patience of a lullaby; you'll never know till you try. Your song's inside you, let your song guide you, let it be your lullaby.

When you dream you've got to dream with the strength of a lullaby, you'll never know till you try. When you dream you've got to dream, with the patience of a lullaby; you'll never knbow til you try. Your dream's inside you, let your dream guide you, let it be your lullaby.

When you love you've got to love with the strrngth of a lullaby; you'll never know til you try. When you love you've got to love with the patience of a lullaby; you'll never knbow til you try. Your love's inside you, let your love guide you, let it be your lullaby.

Rest well, Crow hugging woman.

dance you

Subject: Lyr Add: BABY DAY (Melanie Safka)
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 06:03 AM

A breakfast treat.. The lady Emma on her fine luxury yacht "Enchantress" is in port.. Leading her massive but gentle pet polar bear onto the stage, she takes out her guitar and plays. Taking his cue from her music the bear, much to the delight of the assembled crowd, begins his dancing. The tune is "Sweet Potatoe" by John Renbourn. Everyone enjoys the show. Lady Emma calls the ancient mariner over and wants him to sing a duet.Melanie joins in to sing with her favourite "Baby Day"...Da da da da da da...

Why sleep when the day has been called out by the sun
From the night cause the lights gonna shine on everyone
Why sleep when the sleep only closes up our eyes
Why sleep when we can watch the sun a-rise

We were meant to see the beginning of the day
I believe it was planned to lift us this way
Take you an apple and take you a song
And watch a baby day be born
Take you an apple and take you a song
And watch a baby day be born

Quite Quite said I that's all very well to say
But I rose before the dawn to your singing yesterday
I could'nt see the rising cause the dark was in my sky
I could'nt see the sun because the sun was in my eye
Take you an apple and take you a song
And watch a baby day be born
Take you an apple and take you a song
And watch a baby day be born

Why sleep I heard and I followed it today
To the top of the hill where the wind songs play
And I sing it like I heard it
Why I heard it who knows why
Why sleep when we can watch the sun a-rise

We were meant to see the begining of the day
I believe it was planned to lift us this way
Take you an apple and take you a song
And watch a baby day be born

Take you an apple and take you a song
Take back an answer to something gone wrong
Take back some music and take me along
And watch a baby day be born
Watch a baby day be born..........

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 08:14 AM

Polar bear? I was hoping it was a warm island. I have visited Spitzbergen but my taste in islands runs more to Greece, St Lucia (WI) and Cooks (S.Pacific). If it's cold I'll eschew the Reisling on offer (I prefer a white Burgundy with lobster) and stick to my usual Greek brandy!
RtS

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 08:39 AM

Roger, the weather is not cold for the season.. Aye a bucket of mackeral for the bear and a bottle of Metaxas Brandy and some Ouzo fer ye Mate... Lobster and Crab on tonight as well as Seafood Chowder.. Mates lets try a feed O' that seal flipper pie Ahhhhh! Gerrofff Bear that piece is mine ye swab! Damn greedy F#*ker And its off for some fun with his Lady Emma..If ye see pirates, bear, give em a hug from me mate.. now where's my sweetheart gone to? me knee's are getting cold..

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 08:58 AM

The watch on the schooner Mudcatrings 3 bells as the sun sends bright tawny beacons of newness skittering over the wavetops in Mudcat Bay. Strong coffee (laced up with some chicory from Peg and some brandy from Dave's stores) can be smelled wafting from the galley. Far out the bay, the lonely chuff of a lobsterboat is heard making its way down the line.

Dawning stirs the seabirds, who rise up to scout for their own kind of breakfast. There is a small breeze running off the bay, barely noticeable, meandering through the centuries-old stand of pines on the point where Mudcat Island faces the sea.

Catters stroll out of the piney woods where some of them have spent the night discovering the comforts of untrrammeled affection.

Subject: Lyr Add: STATIC ON YOUR RADIO (from The Poozies)
From: Mbo
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:16 AM

Yes, Sorcha, I'm having a good time, thanks to all the precious Mudcat ladies who are here--now if only one more precious than all were here, my mind truly would be a rest--to be friends--and just friends--again. But, these things are out of my hands.

So I'll just sit back and pipe and play
And pray for the best while she's away.

Say there, any one have a cordine handy?

There's nothing but static on my radio
There's nothing outside the window but snow
I seem to have the time, but nothing to show
How are you?

It wasn't a quarrel in the normal sense
Silence can sometimes be a barbed wire fence
It can rip up your feelings if you have no defense
You know that's true

But if you look into my heart
See where pain can start
To tear this fabric
But it's a fragile seam we sew
Pieces come and go
And I can only watch them

Standing in a room where the firelight glows
Trying to remember how that sad song goes
Just a pair of fools putting on a show
Desperate to discover the hurting words

And I don't want to wake you 'cause you sleep so well
But living without you would be living hell
And there isn't anyone I want to tell
Only you

But if you look into my heart
See where pain can start
To tear this fabric
But it's a fragile seam we sew
Pieces come and go
And I can only watch them go
Watch them go
Watch them go
Watch them go...

There's nothing but static on my radio
There's nothing outside the window but snow
I seem to have the time, but nothing to show
How are you?

But if you look into my heart
See where pain can start
To tear this fabric
But it's a fragile seam we sew
Pieces come and go
And I can only watch them go
Watch them go
Watch them go
Watch them go
Watch them go...

Ahhh...I'll pull out the fiddle now for "Colonel Fraser"! I'm not THAT good a piper yet!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Peg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:20 AM

Och, Amos, spare some o' that coffee??? There's a good man...

(the auburn lassie has dragged herself out to the beach, blinking bewilderingly, brushing pine needles and moss from her skirts...what a night! She remembers much singing and dancing and laughter...but not the specifics...thank heavens the Mudcatters have recorded the evening in their ocean-colored words for posterity...)

Breakfast?

(lassie's stomach does a slow roll as she remembers she imbibed a fairing amount of wine and scotch the night before...drinking a long draught of water, she attempts to soothe her parched throat, and her head begins to clear a bit...gazing around she sees a few Mudcatters start to stir, including some who have reached the beach from the woods, like she did moments before...a bedraggled bunch they are! but looking refreshed for all of that...not a few pairs of eyes twinkling...seems a few private parties continued into the wee hours, sheltered by the groves and bowers in the pine forest nearby...)

Coffee, anyone???

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:27 AM

Oof! Howabout just my usual glass of milk and a doughnut?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:28 AM

Coffee, yes thanks, oooh that girl with the white fur coat has scratched my back to ribbons.... what polar bear.....????
RtS

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Troll
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:14 AM

(troll slowly and carefully pulls himself erect by the rock where he has spent the night alone with his ghosts. But with friends nearby should the memories have become overwhelming, his heart is at peace.)

Did I smell coffee? A large cup if I may and black.Cafeine(sp?) is my drug of choice and I don't want it diluted.

No rum, thankee. Alcohol and I don't mix well.

Mbo, I don't know about your muse, but mine probably stepped out for more scotch and cigars and she'll be back in her own good time. As will yours, laddy.I've a few years on you and I know. Once the muse comes to you she never really leaves for good.

Now out wi'yer pipes and lets have The Green Hills Of Tyrol.

troll

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Peg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:31 AM

revived with coffee and her five senses slowly awakening (thanks to the ocean! thanks to the sky! thanks to the musicians! Hail Caffeina, goddess of the coffee bean!) the auburn lassie dances gingerly upon the sand...a fine tune played by a fine piper... now how about "The Butterfly?" It's one of the only songs she can play on the whistle...and she may even dance and play altogether...(but not _in_ the altogether...too breezy this morning for that!)

peg

pre-Raphaelite muse in neo-hippie togs...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Willie-O
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 12:06 PM

hey lets all go to Schooner Days in August on Grand Manan, if they're still havin it...WHATAYA KNOW DAVE TAM?

Willie-OW

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 12:07 PM

A nice cup of coffee to start me heart for the long night watch again…Ahh…and another song.
TRUE THOMAS (2)

True Thomas lay on Huntley bank on the first morning of May.
A lady that was brisk and bold came riding over the brae.
Her skirt of the grass green silk, hung round with jewels so rare.
Her mantle of the velvet green, she had red gold in her hair

True Thomas he drew off his hat and bowed down to his knee.
All hail thou mighty Queen of Heaven, your like I never did see.
No, no True Thomas, she cried, that name does not belong to me.
I'm but the Queen of fair Elfland, come here to visit with thee

Harp and sing True Thomas she said, come harp and sing so fine.
But if you dare to kiss my lips your body will be mine.
Betide me well or betide me woe, that weird will not daunt me.
And he has kissed her rosy lips beneath the elder tree

Since you have kissed my two lips, it's with me you must ride.
And you must serve me seven years though well or woe betide.
She's reined in her dapple grey and she's taken him up behind.
And each part of this horse's mane hung fifty bells and nine

With silver he was shod before and with burning gold behind.
The horse that these two rode upon was swifter than the wind.
For forty days and forty nights they rode in red blood to the knee.
And they saw neither sun nor moon but heard the roaring sea

Then they came to a garden green where wondrous fruits did grow.
True Thomas pulled a green apple among the branches low.
Oh, no True Thomas, she cried, I dare not give you leave.
For that is the fruit that caused the fall of Adam and of Eve

But pluck the fruit that grows so red upon the branches high.
And you shall have a goodly gift the tongue that never can lie.
When you have had your fill lay your head upon my knee.
Before we climb yon high, high hill, I will show you ferlies three

Oh, don't you see yon narrow road beset with thorns and briars.
That is the road of righteousness though after it you'll inquire.
Don't you see yon broad, broad road across the lonely leven.
That is the read to hell, she said, beside it the road to heaven

And don't you see yon bonny road across the ferny brae.
That is the road to fair Elfland where you and I must go.
Harp now and sing True Thomas, come harp now and sing for me.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 02:27 PM

The magic never fades on Mudcat Isle, where the tongues run free, the rum runs strong, and the caffeine is wayyy above average!

Sweetly put, ol DTAM. Been many a year since I heard that one. Peg, dear, sweet Peg, have you a beignet for a sleepy-eyed sailor boyo? There, that'll quell the rumblings (I hope)...Dawn on the ocean is the most beautiful design ever seen, to my mind...

Subject: Lyr Add: GURA MISE THA FO EISLEAN
From: Peg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 03:37 PM

Dawn???

Amos, love, it's mid-afternoon!!!

But since ye asked so sweetly, here's some beignets (shhh, they're yesterday's, but warmed over a driftwood fire they're even better on day two!) for a sleepy sailin' type...

...and here's plenty of coffee and rolls for all the rest of you lazy slobs, er, late-risers!

and once yer settled in to break yer fast with refreshments, I'll sing you a haunting song of two lovers drowned at sea...

Gura mise tha fo eislean,
Moch 's a' mhadainn is mi 'g eirigh,
O hi shiubhlainn leat,
Hi ri bho ho ru bhi,
Hi ri bho ho rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat.

Ma 's e cluasag dhut a' ghainneamh,
Ma 's e leabaidh dhut an fheamainn,
O hi shiubhlainn leat,
Hi ri bho ho ru bhi,
Hi ri bho ho rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat.

Ma 's e 'n t-iasg do choinnlean geala,
Ma 's e na roin do luchd-faire,
O hi shiubhlainn leat,
Hi ri bho ho ru bhi,
Hi ri bho ho rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat.

(O Dark Alan, I would go with you...)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 03:42 PM

As the last notes of the two drowned lovers linger by the edge of the wood, Brown's Ferry Blues can be heard rising from the nearby grasses, yet in a voice not expected.

Subject: Lyr Add: HULLABALOO BELAY
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 04:05 PM

Let it rain, let it pour,

Let it rain a whole lot more...

Quartermaster, the Blue Peter if you please. And three longs on the foghorn. Call all hands to leaving harbor stations; I've lost track of the day, and we have promises to keep.

(Hands scramble, unstopping the fair canvas and clipping on forestay sails; with a rumble of protesting adieus, the long golden gangway is hoisted on a topping lift and swung inboard. A frantic possum, woken by the rattle and clatter of readying for deep water scrambles from a coil of mooring line amidships and skitters down the breastline just before it is cast free and snakes rapidly through the chocks to be flakeddown aboard.)

Haul away lively there, let's have the main and unsock that fores'l! Helm, a point up to the wind if you will, and mind you clear that shoal to port...Aye, that's it...nicely done. Bring her to S by SE if you will, and settle her in there. The Gulf Stream is out there and I mean to find it...Quartermaster, set cruising watches if you will. I'll dock any man who's too hung over to stand his sea watch! Nicely done, all ye seacook's sons...glad to see we still have a crew here after a weekend like that! Who has a tune for leaving harbor??

On the foredeck a gang of idlers let by a single concertina takes up the chant of a sailing ship well underway.

"Me mother ran a boarding house,
Hullabaloo! Belay!
And all the boarders were off to sea,
Hullabaloo, belay!

That fresh young fellow named Shalo Brown
Hullabaloo, belay!
He followed me mother all over the town,
Hullabaloo, belay!

One night when father was on the town
Hullabaloo, belay!
Me mother ran off with Shalo Brown,
Hullabaloo belay!

Me father called 'Young man, me bye!'
Hullballoo, belay!
To which I quickly made reply,
Hullabaloo, belay!

My father quickly pined away,
Hullabaloo, belay!
Because my mother came back next day,
Hullabaloo, belay!!

In the late Atlantic sun, the taut rounded belly of the Mudcat's canvasses shine like the eyes of a goddess, and her graceful wake shimmers and fades in the gentle, deepening ocean swell. She heels as she clears the headland and catches the open sea-wind, building a bone in her teeth, and a schooner's laugh in her heart as she leaps to the beck of the opening sea, home to the endless horizons of her mother ocean.

The hearty notes of the foc's'le gang are swept, fading, into the wind as they secure their stations and watch the graceful, happy form of Mudcat Island falling astern below the horizon...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 04:14 PM

Aye, Fare well schooner Mudcat with the laughing kat figure head. Time to move on I guess, people are leaving already...Well they will be missed..Fair winds and Following seas...Yours,Aye. Dave

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: MMario
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 04:24 PM

* a stout figure in 16th century peasant garb stand on the windswept beach, and scratches his head as he gazes around at the sand, the sky and the gleaming expanse of (almost) empty ocean. Finally he spots the receding sails of the Schooner Mudcat as she sails southwards towards the Gulf Stream*

d**n! They left before the REAL cooking started!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 04:25 PM

Dave,

Thank you again -- thank you 'Catters all -- for the best shore leave I have ever enjoyed, bar none, anywhere. For my part, ... well..just...you made me very, very happy.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Peg
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 04:43 PM

Godspeed, Amos, and bright skies to you and all your crew...until we meet again.

Thanks for stopping here a spell and adding your magic to the cauldron...

Subject: Lyr Add: PADDLE DOWN THE RAHWAY (Kim Wallach)
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 09:12 PM

Great we made the Mudcat Radio show... well I'll be.. famous Amos the singing Mudcatters did us proud after all.
I think this festival may become an annual event..

PADDLE DOWN THE RAHWAY
(Kim Wallach)

1. The lanterns are hung from the boughs of the trees,
The colored lights dance in the soft summer breeze,
Late in the evening the fireworks begin,
When we reach Nomahegan Park

Chorus:
And we'll paddle down the Rahway,
Just me and you, in a rented canoe,
And we'll paddle down the Rahway,
'Til we reach Nomahegan Park

2. My brother plays trumpet in Cranford's brass band,
When they play the first waltz, will you give me your hand
And we'll dance in the grass, wet with warm evening dew,
When we reach Nomahegan Park.

3. The ducks share the water with floats made of flowers,
We'll chat with our friends through the long evening hours,
A picnic repast and a slow paddle home,
Upstream from Nomahegan Park.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 09:18 PM

Well, Davey,

You brought the magic in, with a wave of your leathery ol' fingers, and I really thank you for creating such a fine island. It obviously hit a nerve -- fastest growing thread in the history of the Cat, I wouldn't doubt!

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: JenEllen
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:08 PM

As soon as the both of you get through with the "mutual admiration society" *BG*...throw on the kettle. I'm thinking a great big mug of black tea will do me just fine.

Sorry about those knees sailor, feeling should return to your toes in no time. Give you a song to help take your mind off the tingle in your tootsies.

All alone, I didn't like the feeling
All alone, I sat and cried
All alone, I had to find some meaning
In the center of the pain I kept inside

All alone, I came into this world
All alone, I will someday die
A solid stone is just sand and water waiting
Sand and water, and a million years gone by

I will see you in the light of a thousand suns
I will hear you in the sound of the waves
I will know you when we come as we are
Through the doors beyone the grave

All alone, I heal this heart of sorrows
All alone, I raise this child
Flesh and bone he's bursting towards tomorrow
His laughter fills my world and wears your smile

All alone, I came into this world
All alone, I will someday die
A solid stone is just sand and water
Sand and water when a million years go by

(snuffling...the curly headed she-thing takes her mug of tea and runs off to tempt sand crabs with her bare toes)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:12 PM

Jen...

Your song touches deep. You're not alone.
Thanks for singing it.

Your are a bright light, lassy, and...no, you are not alone. Show me a smile, then...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Áine
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:22 PM

Oh, JenEllen,

Your song goes straight to the bone in me. Well done, girlfriend!

Anyone up for a big pot of steaming boiled crayfish sprinkled liberally with paprika and garlic, some french bread and cold beer?

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:26 PM

Well, I have a longstanding arrangement with the creatures of the sea -- I don't eat them, and they won't eat me! But I'll take a slab of that baby back rib over there with the French bread and the beer sounds mighty good!

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:32 PM

She will never be alone Amos.. Her voice is that of an angel, and she is well loved by this ancient mariner and other Mudcatters... Thanks for your song Jenellen, now i've got a tingle in my heart as well as my tootsies.. I'll go and put the kettle on..hmm strong tea .. Assam yeah nice pot of Assam best for cold North Atlantic weather..Yours, Aye. Dave

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Áine
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:42 PM

Lawdy, Amos,

Last time I checked crayfish were freshwater critters! Oh dear, I done went and forgot the 'theme' . . . well, what do ya expect from a landlocked gal such as myself -- I mean, geez loueez, I got seasick last time I went on a paddleboat trip on the Mississipi -- green to the gills -- but, I'm a heck of a swimmer -- go figure.

Yep, y'all should a seen me on my honeymoon -- what a sight. A moonlit night on Charleston Harbor, a wonderful dinner cruise, and it took two bottles of red wine, three Bloody Marys, and two rum and cokes for me to maintain . . . well, if ya call throwin' my skirt over my head when the band played La Bamba and chasing the folks from County Kerry all over the boat yellin' "Y'all need to come to Texas!" . . . memories, like the shadows in my mind . . .

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:45 PM

Damn, wish I had been there!! (BG!)

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 10:53 PM


.....It's a wonderful rock & roll winter
Baby

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:06 PM


It's a wonderful rock & roll winter
Baby

It's sad to leave you crying in the rain
Silly girl, those drafts won't heal your heart again
If your most important things don't go your way
C'mon, c'mon. c'mon, let's save the day

Oh, we're gonna make some rock & roll this winter
Now my teenage heart has said hello to you
Oh there's gonna be some rock & roll this winter
It's a wonderful rock & roll winter
Baby--oh...

Through the icy rain the Northern winds may blow
But now your friendly music keeps you warm inside
It's the perfect pleasure you might never know
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, you'll be alright

Of almost every song I dream of in the end
I could dedicate to you, my lovely friend
Though my conversation may be tired tonight
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, we'll be alright

It's a wonderful rock & roll
Wonderful rock & roll winter
Oh, baby....
Oh, baby....


Anyone wanna rock & roll with me?

--Mbo

Subject: Lyr Add: THE BALAENA
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:48 PM

THE BALAENA

The noble fleet of whalers went sailing from Dundee,
Well manned by British sailors to work upon the sea.
On the Western Ocean passage, none with them can compare,
But the smartest ship to make the trip is Balaena, I declare.

CHORUS: Oh, the wind is on her quarter, her engines working free.
There's not another whaler that sails out of Dundee
Can beat the ol' Balaena. She needs no trial run.
We challenged all, both great and small, from Dundee to St John.

It happened on a Tuesday three days out of Dundee.
The gale took off her quarter boat and a couple of men, you see.
It battered at her bulwarks, her stanchions and her rails,
And left the old Balaena boys a-frothing in the gale.

Bold Jackman cut his canvas and fairly raised his steam
And Captain Guy with Erin Boy was ploughing through the stream,
And the noble Terra Nova her boilers nearly burst
And still at the old whaling grounds Balaena got there first.

And now the season's over and the ship half full of oil.
Our flying jib boom points for home towards our native soil,
And when that we have landed, boys, where rum is very cheap,
We'll drink success to the skipper's health for getting us over the deep.

The Balaena was right around the time (1890's) of cutting edge tech, fast steamers and the harpoon cannon. While Captain Guy started the hunt for bottlenose whales (considered the most dangerous to chase), the Balaena went into the Antarctic after the fin and blue whales. They were fast swimmers and couldn't be caught in the old style. They were too big and too fast, yet the fin was easy to cut and try and had a good yield. The blue was a great yield and meant big money for the men. The fast steamer and cannon changed the face of the industry and its music. Barry

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:50 PM

...just as long as we're together, who cares about the weather?

Listen to the falling rain, listen to it fall...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:59 PM

Ooh..rain is fallin', but will it wash away these lonely tears? It's raining it's pouring, the old man is snoring.

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 12:03 AM

...went to bed and he bumped his head, couldn't get up in the mornin-n-n-n-n...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 12:14 AM

Early in the morning
The sun was up and the sky was very blue
Without a warning
As I looked out, my thoughts returned to you.
A noise in the city made the children run
And hide themselves away
And thunder boomed and lightning filled the sky.

Looking from this window
A thousand rivers running past my door
Standing on an island
Looking for someone upon the shore
I cane see it very clearly, nothing's really changed
Then lightning strikes across an empty sky.

Ooohh, the rain is falling
Ooohh, the rain is falling
Ooohh, the rain is falling
Will it wash away the lonely tears?

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

With their brand new time transporter
They'll think maybe I fought to get away
But with all their great inventions
And all their good intentions, here I stay
Down on the corner where the sun had shone
The people gathered round
Then scattered as the raindrops hit the ground.

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

Rain rain, go away
Come again another day...


--Mbo

Subject: Lyr Add: WALTZING'S FOR DREAMERS (Richard Thompson
From: JenEllen
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 01:51 AM

Good gawd. Take a little trip to the waves and you all go morose on me? Look here, I found tons of lovely shells and I'll string you all a necklace. If you find anyone living in your necklace, please return them to the sea as quickly as possible.

Well Mbo, here you go luv. Lemme make these crappy gore-tex strings sing sweet for you. All you have to do is grab that pretty little Crowsmoocher and give her a twirl....deal? Amos, you gotta get that goddess to dance, just save the LaBamba for later, okay? Cause this ones in three-quarter...

Oh play me a blue song
And fade down the light
I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight
Just let me dream on
Just let me sway
While the sweet violins and the pipers they play
Miss you don't know me
But can't we pretend
That we care for each other till the band reaches the end

One step for aching
Two step for breaking
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers at love
One step for sighing
Two steps for crying
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers at love

They say love's for gamblers
The pendulum's swing
Burned hot on love and then lost everything
So don't send me home now
Put a shot in my arm
Drink on old memories and be drunk in the dawn
Mister bandleader
Won't you play one more time
For I've good folding money in this pocket of mine

One step for aching
Two step for breaking
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers at love
One step for crying
Two step for sighing
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers at love

G'night all, and sweetest of dreams....

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 04:47 AM

Corr! What a babe that Jenellen is..inspired I am... Song now -renamed by yours truly. Jenellen's Bedroom Door THE KEYHOLE IN THE DOOR

We left the parlor early I think it was scarce nine When by the chance of fortune Her room was next to mine Resolved like bold Columbus New regions for to explore I took a strange position By the keyhole in the door.

In bending down in silence And resting on my knee Most patiently I waited To see what I could see She first took off her collar It rolled upon the floor And I watched her stoop to get it Through the keyhole in the door Sweet Jenny then proceeded In taking off her dress And most of her under garments Some fifty more or less But to speak the truth sincerely I think there was a score But I could not count exactly Through the keyhole in the door

She then unloosed her tresses Her waving chestnut hair Which fell in streaming torrents All down her shoulders bare Then quickly she rebound them More firmly than before While I watched this witching process Through the keyhole in the door

Then down upon the carpet She sat with graceful ease And raised her spotless linen Above her snowy knees Two dainty sky-blue garters On either leg she wore And they made a charming picture Through the keyhole in the door

She then approached the fire Her dainty limbs to warm And nothing but her shimmey Concealed her lovely form Thinks I take off that shimmey I ask for nothing more Ye gods I saw her do it Through the keyhole in the door

And then with nimble fingers she Donned her snow white gown And on her bed sweet Jenny Prepared to lie her down Thinks I a bed so ample Might hold at least one more, But I did not dare to say it Through the keyhole in the door.

Then down upon the pillow She laid her lovely head. The light she then extinguished And darkness veiled the bed. No use in waiting longer I knew the show was o'er So my post I then abandoned By the keyhole in the door.

So come ye men of science Why strain your eager eyes A-gazing at the planets That alumernates (sic) the skies? For there are greater wonders That you know of in your lore For a telescope is nothing To a keyhole in the door.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 08:10 AM

Dave, you naughty naughty boy!! Sorry to go morose on ye, Elle, but I can't resist a good ELO song. Now where's my sweet Crowhugger lass?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 08:31 AM

Right here, Mbo. Been having tea and a great time trading notes with a beareded guy, along with catching a few yarns about a fiddle choir somewhere in a valley. Shall we dance?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 08:37 AM

Fiddle choir? YE-YES! Can somebody strike up "Clog Dance" fer me & Crowhugger?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: kendall
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 08:43 AM

Point of fact..mooring lines are FAKED down, not FLAKED

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 09:29 AM

Right y'are kendall. I was in a hurry. Appreciate the correction.

Mebbe you could find us a schooner up there? I understand the Roseway is up for sale, and she would look fine with a Mudcat pennant flying from her truck, doncha think?

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 01:17 PM

Rosin on the bow
And-a Willie-O go!

"Clog Dance" fills the guest house and one after another, the festival clog their way in from the rain. A veritable swarm of half and three-quarter size fiddles fills the air with mostly sweet sounds, with the best of the scronk on the downbeat.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: wysiwyg
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 02:59 PM

The oldest deckhand pulls his pipe out from between his yellowed teeth and grins through his scraggly yet somehow dignified beard. "Ye think yer havin' such a time, an' weel ye be, but ye never saw a cruise like we took long long ago when the world was all awash with the Lord's doin'. I remember a tune we had then fer the rowdy lot o' the time, an' I'm thinkin' ye all could settle down a mite now with it..."

He begins to caper about, with the following issuing forth from his ancient neck:

NOAH'S ARK SHANTY

In Frisco Bay there were three ships To me way, hay, hay-oh In Frisco Bay there were three ships A long time ago

And one of them was Noah's old ark All covered all o'er wi' hickory bark

They took two animals of every kind (2x)

The bull and the cow they started for t' row (2x)

Then said old Noah with a flick of his whip "Come stop this row or I'll scuttle the ship"

But the bull struck his arm through the side of the ark And the little black dog he started fer t' bark

So Noah took the dog, shoved his nose up the hole And ever since then dogs' nose has been cold.

It's a long long time and a very long time A long long time and a very long time

The assembled company does not quite know what to make of this but gives age the honor due and tehn returns to their shameless f'rollicking along the shore....

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 03:45 PM

Luvverly, luvverly, luvverly! An' what was in that pipe, old swab?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 03:54 PM

Dulse?*BG*

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Mbo
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 06:58 PM

Where has everyone gone?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Sorcha
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 07:24 PM

I think they are all over at the Steak and Kidney pie songs thread, or maybe at the MudCat Fundraiser. I Had a dream last nite that this island was REAL instead of Virtual--wouldn't that be fun? Maybe gotta do it someday.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: GUEST,Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 07:47 PM

A real Island nice dream, must be the steak and kidney pie. Would'nt it be nice to arrange a Mudcat island Folk Festival for real mates? should have a thread on it sometime to see if anyone is interested. For now I'm sad Jenellen found out I was peeking and now she wont talk to me anymore....Ahh I see a ship a sailing by; ahoy luv looking fer William again? poor lad...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A SAILOR'S LIFE

A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return

"Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all"

"Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy"

They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet "You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew?"

"Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy"

Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run "How can I live now? My sweet William is gone"

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Amos
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 08:21 PM

I think I heard that from the Wolfe Tones or the Rovers, I forget, but iti is surely a sweet tune to wind the evening up on.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: GUEST,Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 17 Feb 00 - 11:08 PM

Sunset on Mudcat Island...the weather is colder people are leaving.. The harbour is empty and the tide is comming in. Perhaps they will want to try this again next year...Slowly closing down the Festival.....till we meet again mates Yours, Aye. Dave..

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 18 Feb 00 - 10:46 AM

A merry life is one that makes people sad? DaveTAM, where is your soft heart?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Peg
Date: 18 Feb 00 - 10:46 AM

our time on the island has left us all refreshed, rejuvenated and, perhaps, a little more optimistic about what is possible...
(the auburn lassie raises a last toast with her silver goblet, sweetly tarnished now by the salty air) Farewell friends!
Until we meet again; be it on shore or in the mountains or inland...
hmmm...the Mudcat Pagan Gathering?

;~o peg

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: wysiwyg
Date: 18 Feb 00 - 02:01 PM

Thanks or all the great tunes while my husband and I were occupied in the pop-up, and (every time we stumbled out) for shoving a glass of rum in our faces and sending us back in!

Next time we'll sing, you take the pop-up, Mbo!

See you back on the mainland, all!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: wysiwyg
Date: 18 Feb 00 - 02:01 PM

Thanks for all the great tunes while my husband and I were occupied in the pop-up, and (every time we stumbled out) for shoving a glass of rum in our faces and sending us back in!

Next time we'll sing, you take the pop-up, Mbo!

See you back on the mainland, all!

Subject: RE: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: katlaughing
Date: 09 Feb 06 - 10:20 PM

refresh Part Two, which I'd forgotten about! Thanks, Susan!

Subject: RE: Mudcat Island Folk Festival II
From: Crowhugger
Date: 20 Jul 11 - 07:52 AM

Refreshing this old fiction thread for the sheer joy of being there on such a warm morning. Probably my favourite kind of thread.