Names are a touchy subject for me. I had a performing name when I was a second-rate folksinger in the sixties.
Alias
White Horse Circle
This is a Flashback Friday post from the days a few years ago when we were under a Covid lockdown:
Excelsior!
Being an active Folkie in the 1960s, I get asked if I was at Woodstock occasionally. For the record, I categorically deny ever having been anywhere near Woodstock during that festival.
Tom Dooley
The Kingston Trio is responsible for my time in Greenwich Village, assorted dis-epitomable bistros around the States and Canada, numerous barrooms, and many parks and living rooms for sing-ins.
Making the Scene
Scene? As in making the scene? Digging the scene or maybe splitting the scene? These were essential parts of my life at one point.
Flashbacks
Vivid flashbacks are something to avoid.
By Thumb
So you've made the big decision to see the opposite coast. Congratulations. Now comes the big choice. How?
It’s Not You…
On the outside, there I was, scruffy mid-length hair, blue jeans, with Galouise French cigarettes cuffed in the rolled sleeve of the T-shirt. I lived out of a backpack, always had a guitar, and sang a long list of blues and salacious ditties.Â
Boots
I was told once by someone into anointing that it was necessary to bless and anoint the feet because they carry us into sin. I replied that mine needed a whole barrel full of the stuff because they had carried me into more than my fair share.
Dirty Money
Money has done an excellent job of standing off a ways from me without encouragement. I do remember the night ,though, that I won a thousand dollars in poker, much of it in silver dollars and American gold pieces.
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