Rocky Mountain Folks Festival 2012
Rocky Mountain Folks
Festival: Approaching Perfection
By Glen Creason
“And it's a great day to be alive
I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes
It's hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't everyday be just this good”
I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes
It's hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't everyday be just this good”
“It’s a
Great Day to Be Alive”- Darrell Scott
I have a dream too.
After wandering the hallowed grounds of Planet
Bluegrass Park
in quaint Lyons , Colorado
for three days and over thirty hours of amazingly high-quality music I am still
savoring the sweet vibe that permeated this annual Rocky Mountain Folks
Festival. From the artists to the tarp-squatting folks mentioned in the event title there is the purest form of
cooperation and fellowship you will see anywhere, anytime, anyhow. Even with
the sensory overload of thirty-six hours of attention demanding lyrics, gallons
of delicious beer, hours of sun and the presence of everybody from grand folks
to actual infants I never heard a lone discouraging word from a single,
solitary soul at this tribal-tie-dyed gathering. Nary a “shut the …up, “not a
“sit down man!” nor as much as a sigh from thousands of people tiptoeing
through the labyrinth of blankets and blue rectangles set out in this little
pasture/venue. People smiled at each other, complimented each others t-shirts
or hats and sort of looked out for the kids that darted happily among the sun
splashed gathering. I have a dream that the people who run the Rocky Mountain
Folks Festival will go to congress and start organizing such a love-fest so we
can spread this vibe across America
and start working together. Well, I said
it was a dream. This was my third visit to this blessed event and it just seems
to get better, run smoother and offer what I consider the best music on this
planet. Yes, I love the Folks Festival.
There is much to
see and hear at Lyons but maybe it
is best I mention some music and leave the mondo-corn dogs, the New Belgium beer,
the curried pot-stickers and the Boulder
ice cream to my own digestive happy memories. In between sets there were
musical conversations, refreshing dips in the St. Vrain River, the view of the
sun painting the ruddy rocks of the canyon and darting Cliff Swallows who put
on their own aerial show.
There were great, heaping helpings of music heard
and much of it truly amaranthine despite the sometimes talkative festivarians
and sonic demands of an outdoor space. While it is impossible to go in depth
about the twenty-some performances I did hear I can say there were some that
stood awfully tall and none that disappointed. On day one old pro Holly Near showed what experience can
mean for an artist and her call for the kind of spirit that so abides at Lyons
was inspiring and sounded as fresh as tomorrow. She was wise and confident and
had a voice that endured decades of singing and teaching the right lessons. Her
“We’re Still Here” was an anthem the children of the 60’s should sing with
heads thrown back today. Justin Townes
Earle delivered an hour of power that belied his youth. His illustrious
folk music bloodlines were unimportant except when he sang the wonderful “I am
my Father’s son” but his guitar skills and expressive voice were all his own. I
am in no way prejudiced toward my Southern California
brethren but “Dawes” owned this
festival. From their late afternoon day one slot this four man band commanded
the big crowd with honest, beautiful rock and roll. Lead guitarist Taylor Goldsmith made a lasting impression with his high-voltage solos that left many a
festivarian open-mouthed in admiration. This is not a band you want to follow
but Canadian Kathleen Edwards kept the bar high and her “Calling It Quits” left
Goosebumps in the 75 degree Colorado
night. Day one was closed by the rhapsodic “Iron
and Wine” who sang the gorgeous “Such Great Heights” and the lovely “Please
Remember Me” until sound goblins nibbled at his finishing material. Day two was
one winner after another including the evocative “Wisteria” by Richard Shindell, “These Things About
Ourselves” by the fantastic Elephant Revival that included spirited washboard playing by Bonnie Paine and
fiddling by Bridget Law. Another pert near perfect set was turned in at the
magical 5:30 slot by the under sung Darrell Scott who is not only one of
the best guitarists in music but a singer and writer of great songs. I don’t
know if you can write them better than “It’s a Great Day to Be Alive” or
“Passing.” Australian C&W star Kasey
Chambers was a complete change of pace in song and story but when she sang
“Captain” a thousand Yanks joined in. The finale was excellent with the bluesy Amos Lee who seduced in the blues idiom
and hit a bull’s eye on “Border Road ”
to close the evening.
The surprise of
day three was the harmonies and charmingly droll banter of “the Milk Carton Kids” who probably hate to be compared to Simon
and Garfunkel but there is that same pristine harmony with maybe even better
acoustic guitar. These “kids” completely won over a crowd who may have not
known them when they set foot on stage but certainly did after if the line to
the merch tent to buy their CDs was any barometer. Peter Himmelman, as usual, got the crowd literally on their feet in
a huge conga line of a great cross-section of laughing fans that stretched
around the concert. Himmelman is the master of getting a crowd involved as is
his song “Tremble” that made us…well… tremble. Neko Case showed her unique and uncompromising songs with little
frills but fine musicianship, especially from the superb Jon Rauhouse on pedal
steel and un-credited drums and a stalwart stand up bass. Ms. Case worked a
brisk hour plus, overcoming some sound problems early and slamming out truly
different songs like “Margaret vs. Pauline,” “Invisible Children” and “Invisible
Parent” that made you see some lessons in the lyrics. She is plenty rough
around the edges but it just seems part of her grown-up punk-persona. The very grand
finale was the large band of Lyle Lovett
who got the big crowd ramped up after a very full three days. Lovett took it to
the limit and kept on going with a half hour encore after great stuff like
“This Old Porch,” “Isn’t That So” and the countrified “Please Release Me.”
The music and
revelry finally ended on Sunday evening and we reluctantly gathered up our
stuff and shone little flashlights to guide the way out. When we trudged back
to camps and campers, people were still smiling and helping each other like
they cared about one another. No one was in the bubble of selfishness we see so
much of today. The spell of the Folks Festival continued, into the next day
when a parking lot owner called my sister and let her know he had found her
Visa card in the dirt and would be mailing it back that morning. I returned to Los
Angeles hoping to take some of that good will back
with me.
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