Turnings

The sixties were when hallucinogenic drugs were really, really big. And I don't think it's a coincidence that we had the type of shows we had, like The Flying Nun.

Ellen DeGeneres

Coincidence, a word often overused. But, I think appropriate under the circumstances. I blogged about my teenage crush and my musical appreciation of Shawn Phillips a few weeks ago. I saw him in concert in the early eighties, not when I first discovered him. He had short hair and I was so surprised, and truthfully a little disappointed. But he was what he has always been; a musician. So last Saturday Mark saw in the paper that he will be in concert at the Guthrie Theatre May 4th. My son is a chef in the catering division of the complex, so I called him to ask for tickets. When he got back to me he told me they were nearly sold out, even though they had just gone on sale that day. I was surprised, but he told me "All of you old hippies are coming out of the woodwork". He also told me no one he worked with knew who he is. He told them to think Cat Stevens, only boring. He was justly chastised. Anyway, the boy came through. Center stage, ten rows up. He helped an old hippy out, good boy.

Anyway.......life turns, we move along, we put one foot in front of the other. But we also stay the same, at some level. I love this man. He avoided the really terminal aspects of the time and the industry. He is a song writer and a musician and a poet. He never sold out and he never stopped being who he is. I am a fan and I am going to hear him in the waning years. It's a good thing. We've all changed, but not so much.

Shawn circa 1970

Sandra circa 1970

Shawn circa 2007

Sandra circa 2007

Life, it is a grand play on a very large stage.