From The Artist's Eyes

"I went to the woods to live deliberately..."

I love columbia. It is our h*ome. The Mojo's audience was a 10.

I kept waiting to write this review 'cause I was going to post it with video but we're still synching song to film, so, here is a summary in the meantime.

I'm shortening the reviews and starting to segway into a new focus for traveling the holy road. anything that grows has to change. i follow my bliss all the way h*ome.

Columbia was so kind, so beautiful, so focused, singing along as Brittany danced for us all night long. The sound man, Chris, was a sweetie and got us a great recording.

Miker was a wonderful friend to us, helping Chris do the best job he could.

The opening artist was Lee Ruth. He's so much more than a 10. He helped turn my light on as soon as he opened his angelic mouth. Playin' It pretty is classic and I just hope we can post a good recording of it in the journal soon. Then the holy road tours columbia co-op cover band, The Hucksters, opened the show. I sang back up for them. Baba played and sang back up too. He also led us in his rendition of Angel From Montgomery. The show was made up of Baba re*membering John Prine, Karla Lewis re*membering Joni Mitchell, James Mccown re*membering Neil Young, Ron Morris re*membering Bart Bean, and all of us re*membering the late great Bob Dyer. Karla and I wore our prairie outfits and danced in the back. Baba looked like a minstrel with his accordian and black bowler hat. James looked like a 1800's pre beatnik going to meet Walt Whitman in the east. Pam kept the rythym moving with her angelic percussion supporting everyone's voices. Miker was the ship captain who helped me cross those Skandinavian waters and picked up on the power of an electric bass.

I am not dead. But, my performance was a 6 'cause I tried to explain the of Re*membering Now instead of just singing the songs.

Though it may not have translated as such to the audience, I let myself be healed through the show. It was the mask part. Long after I introduced The Dream. When the c*locked people tied me up in the yellow ribbon and I couldn't see. The Fear disease was haunting me through The Mask. I heard voices blowing over my plea, to cry for mama, mercy me. They were coming from the bar in the re*creation of the dream, of the memory from last night's trip to the cabaret. I screamed. I cried. Do you hear me? does anyone hear me? do you see me? I can't find you. I was blind and full of the poison and I asked the audience to help me.

Who here will unveil me? who here will remove the mask from my face, to help me step from the game and roll the race. Who here will hear or disappear? I can not fly. I can not rise. i can not find the key to get back into my body, to un*clock the clock and do what I promised to do without you, cause I am you and you are me and only we can set U.S. free. I asked for help and I heard Pete's voice. He re*moved the mask. He set me free. I hope I set him free too. That's what I came t*here to do.

set highlights: Lee's Playin' It Pretty, The Huckster's performance of Bob's River Of The Big Canoe, Baba and my new song, I Fly In Love, and Midwestern Tumbleweed, 19 Miles To Baghdad,