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Winfield Kansas

13 Aug 98 - 10:46 PM (#34810)
Subject: Winfield Kansas
From: Kate

Any other mudcatters heading to Winfield Kansas for the Walnut Valley Festival in September.Let's meet at Stage 5.


14 Aug 98 - 10:21 AM (#34835)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Art Thieme

Stage 3 has always been my favorite! I played at that festival close to a dozen different years. Sure do miss hanging out there and in the campground and picking into the wee small hours. Wonderful times---even in the mud and rain some years. Be sure to give my regards to Bob & Kendra Redford & Don Koke & Mike Flynn and---hell, everyone!

Art Thieme

14 Aug 98 - 06:20 PM (#34869)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Art Thieme


At Wichita take Highway 10 south instead of the Interstate. That's actually the old Chisum Trail---dusty and hot and not pretty but I love it---you can FEEL the history! At Wellington take a left at the light and you'll go right into Winfield. The Chisum Trail Drive-in Movie Theater used to be right there after you turn left. But not any longer!


14 Aug 98 - 08:05 PM (#34881)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Kate

Art, Can't wait to get to Kansas. Last year, I stopped to change my Guitar strings and as soon as I opened my case a group of musicians gathered hoping to jam. What a festival. Stage 5 is out in the campgrounds and it's an unofficial, official stage. Last year Dan Crary, Beppe Gambettta and Carlo Aaonzo (the mando champ of '98) appeared at 2:45 AM in formal tuxedo garb. Sadly, this could be the last year for Winfield since the death of Bob and Kendra's son last fall. Everyone ishoping it will go on. I'll look up The Chisum Trail I promise!!


Oh, Cindy & Steve are playing there this year too!!

16 Aug 98 - 08:14 PM (#35065)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Bill D

I used to live in Wichita, and attended the first 12 Winfield festivals, plus 2 or 3 others that I went back for after moving to Wash has always been a great place, and the campgounds is alive with pickin' constantly....(saw Art there, too...he wowed 'em!)

Art...what was a song about some 'mythical beast' or 'strange apparition' you sang there about 76-78? Maybe as late as 81.

Sure hate to even imagine that tradition disappearing...

19 Aug 98 - 03:30 PM (#35360)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Art Thieme


Mythical beast, huh? Was it the "Great Silkie O' Sule Skerry"? Or possibly the female werewolf song from the poem by John Manifold, "The Griesley Bride" ? Can't recall what else it might've been. Lemme know what you think & I'll get the words up here. Thanks, Art

19 Aug 98 - 07:59 PM (#35379)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Bill D

nope, was a humorous song---you know..the "one horned, one eyed, flying, purple people-eater" type..some sort of beast or apparition...*grin*...sorry I can't be more specific...not a big deal, but it was one I had not heard before...(or, maybe MY memory has slipped in 20 years...)

20 Aug 98 - 06:25 PM (#35444)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Art Thieme

It's probably a Dillards song from THE WHEATSTRAW SUITE LP called "The Biggest Whatever".

It got old Joe Wiggins while returnin' a fruit jar out to Bessiemae Hootin's Pa's place,
About a mile out o' town on the West Plains Road--he disapeared without a trace,
They discovered his teeth when the County Police made an investigation of the case,
And cousin Belle Simmons said that Sheriff Cartwright had the strangest expression on his face.

It was the biggest whatever that anybody ever saw,
It was covered with fur and come a-rollin' in from Arkansas,
It was 40 feet high, had a gleam in it's eye, and a big purple patch on it's craw,
It was the biggest whatever that anybody ever saw.

I saw old man Huntsel, he's a hundred an' four, yesterday at Ida Jaffet's house,
Said it's much bigger now than when it carried aff his cow, but its not enough to worry about.
Back before the war there was a whole lot more, but they never come this far south,
I don't mind seein' one from time to time, but I hope it's not it's regular route.

16 Sep 98 - 09:01 PM (#38377)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas

Winfield is THIS WEEKEND !! This needs to be way up at the top stuff!

21 Sep 98 - 07:56 PM (#38878)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Art Thieme

It's the Monday after Winfield.
How did it go?

25 Sep 98 - 07:11 PM (#39403)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Anne

Art, Winfield was extraordinary!! I am just now recovering from that Kansas sun. It was 95 degrees outside and way over 100 in the music sheds. Heard alot of great music from pickers to bands and enjoyed it all. I especially enjoyed the fingerstyle guitarists like Steve Bennett and Beppe Gambetta. The flatpickers were awesome too. Dan Crary, Andy May, Steve Kaufman; what notes they can pick! I caught Cindy & Steve at one of their performances and that was worth the trip alone. Also took in Steve's song-writing workshop. Art, I picked up a copy of your CD at the Info booth, but to tell the truth I haven't listened yet. You were mentioned several times from stage too. The music was endless, there were 40 fingerstyle competitors it went on until midnight. There was some might fine young talent in both fingerstyle and flatpicking. A classical style won the fingerstyle. It's surprising that nylon string guitars are allowed, but I don't make the rules. Art, did you know there are showers on the premises now? More later, Anne

26 Sep 98 - 02:41 AM (#39444)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Art Thieme


NICE!! Thanks! Vivid! I can almost see & sniff the honey dipper makin the rounds o' the campgrounds... Aint' nostalgia great!?!

One thing I don't mind missing is judging the finger picking contest with 60 contestants, in that heat, inside the steel trailor--listening through speakers. After years of doing that I never could put faces with the music. I'm glad it was a good time.

26 Sep 98 - 04:36 AM (#39455)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: BSeed

Art, your song reminds me of the story of the Rary that ravaged the countryside in England a few decades ago. It was just a tiny ball of fur, a mere handful, when it was first found among the dust devils under a farmer's bed. The farmer at first thought it WAS a dust devil until it started moving on its own, rolling along the floor.

The farmer's wife thought it was cute and picked it up and put it in a box and gave it some cheese, which it ignored, and some sausage, from which it rolled to the other side of the box. But when she put in a piece of lettuce, it rolled up to it and right across, leaving a trail of bare cardboard behind. In a few seconds, it had rolled around and around and the lettuce was all gone.

The farmer's wife thought it was very cute, and because she had never seen one before, nor even heard of one before, thought it must be very rare, and so called it her little Rary, so excited that she didn't notice that it had increased noticeably in size. She had much to do so she tossed a few more leaves of lettuce into the box and went back to her cooking.

After a while she heard a commotion behind her and looked around just in time to see the box turned on its side and the Rary rolling out the door. This time she noticed that it was about four times as large as when her husband found it, and she watched as it rolled across the garden, growing larger and larger as it left a widening line of bare earth in her radish patch and headed on through her husband's field of beans.

By the time it reached their neighbor's lettuce, it seemed to be several feet in diameter and somehow, while rolling straight ahead was clearing a path twice as wide through the greens. It disappeared over a grassy knoll (not the same one) but soon reappeared, undiminished by perspective, cutting a swath through a cherry orchard.

Finally, she came to her senses and called her husband who watched in horror as it cleared a path southward. He called his neighbors, some of whom had already seen it, and rallied them into a fighting force... put an end to an already too long narrative, the farmers were finally able by sacrificing several truckloads of radicchio and arugula and vegetable marrows to lure it eastward toward the White Cliffs of Dover. There the Rary, now ten meters in diameter, stopped, just short of the edge of the cliff, and the band of farmers ran up to it with poles and prods and pitching forks. "At it, lads," the first farmer shouted as his wife watched from a distance, wiping a tear from her eye. "We'll tip 'im off the cliff and be well rid of 'im."

As the monstrous fur-ball reached the very edge of the cliff, a wee head thrust itself out above the chasm, looked down, and looked back at the farmers. "I say," a plaintive voice wailed, "it's a long way to tip a Rary!" --seed

28 Sep 98 - 10:42 PM (#39808)
Subject: RE: Winfield Kansas
From: Art Thieme