In The Time Spiral Through Which I Fly

The fall brings changes again. Traveling through time, the cycles make themselves known. The pattern becomes so clear it is invisible. I can see through the veil. Eye real*Eyes, Eye am alive inside the dream. Eye can change the dream but there is no need. The dream is e*X*Actly how Eye wish it to be. My re*Membering Mates make it clear, Eye can trust the source and be at peace, The re*Membering is here.

Today's thank you goes to these re*Membering Mates of mine, my soul brother Cam and my soul mate, my loving husband, Baba. Thank you for all you do, for all the thank yous I may forget to say to day, thank you for helping me find The Tumbleweed Cabaret. In trust from the holy road. Your re*Membering Mates, Holy How*l and Dharma.

Opposite The RNC and in the now

The journey to Minnesota was full of love. The Dharma stayed on Prince Street with Laura, our friend and former road master. Meanwhile, Baba and I flew and stayed true, eating airport food. Finding our family at the rental car place was a comfort as we passed an endless stream of cold faced republicans. Hilly gave me bear hug #1. We laughed and loved it. Cam gave me bear hug #2. We laughed and loved it.

We all, Cam, Hilly, Baba and I, surrendered to being lost as we tried to find our way through the twin cities. I think one of the hardest things to do in life is to love being lost. We laughed and loved it.

The gas masks and riot gear didn't scare us away. We were two blocks from the convention center and watched as the hellicopters swarmed.

At The Tumbleweed Cabaret, we further energized our alliance with catalysts for change. The Busdriver and Mama Hillybean say it all in this photo. Something good has begun! The c*Lock people couldn't get us. They did NOT steal The Ball Of Peace which is getting too large for the holy road case. We dedicated the show to Mama 'cause her brthday would have been the next day. Then we dedicated the show to Amy Goodman who had been arrested earlier that night.

Holy How*l took us all for a ride as the audience danced and sang through the here and now of St. Paul. Then, together, we all went rolling through cyber space. I give the crowd a 10! What a great audience of activists. They were so active and present in their bodies of now, they healed me through the performance. Thank you to all who were there.

Thank you to Dr. Bronner's and The Brother's Melville for making the Sept 1st event possible. May we all continue to protect the light. Thank you to Ronnie Cummins, Organic Consumer's Association, Jeff Norman, Tour Of Duty, Scott Ritter, Mama Hillybean, The Busdriver, Bobby, Daniel, Adam, and the family at Code Pink and all the thank you's I forgot. Something good has begun. We are growing like a magical tumbleweed.
In trust and solidarity from the holy road,
your artist. X=h/m Lizzie and the dharma dog.

Some days I wake up, look at Baba and realize that we have been traveling together for thousands of years. Those are the best days, the days in which I k*Now the w*Hole truth.

Angie took this photo as we walked swiftly across town in New York City. We (Adam, Angie, Baba and myself) parked the car too far from the destination and then, my shoes broke. Once we fixed the problem, threw the shoes away, I wore the pair that could hold my feet. That's when we gave thanks for the mistake and had a great journey along the stone wall of central park. The horses and carriages were sharing the road with the bicycle taxi's and the yellow cabs. We headed to Lincoln Center to see Laurie Anderson in Homeland. The tickets were gifted by Molly and Pablo at our east village concert Thursday night. As always, there is far too much to say and so, I say what moves me most. The end never justifies the means. Change is good. unc*Locking the c*Lock and dying before death are the flowers growing from my brain this morning as I try to catch my breath in Norfolk at Victoria House. The Dharma is well, at my feet and feeding me the action of this so real play, the creating of The Cabaret.

Helsinki was a great night. That venue had the love, the audience and the sound needed to feed the show. Thank you to Hammertown Barn, KZE, We didn't tell the whole story, but we did grow The Ball Of Peace and sang a slew of the songs. The Bus Driver and Mama Hillybean were a wonderful addition to the stage show of Lizzie West and Baba Buffalo. Meanwhile Dr. Bronner's is our favorite soap, bringing us hope in a world full of pain, Dr. Tumbleweed re*Minds us to worship the rain.

Part 1
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Part 2
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We visited my brother. Seeing three kind and loving men, showing the child that music is the way, that was a living prayer. In trust and celebration, from the holy road. Lizzie and Dharma Dog too.

This road is far too busy to do the unfolding justice, to give the story what it deserves. All I can say is we are waging peace and I will have to recap it all when we settle on the east coast. Love is the way. Gratitude is the key. The end never justifies the means. If you don't create your reality, your reality will create you. I put faith in The Mighty X, Dr. Bronner and Dr. Tumbleweed. X=h/m. In trust from the holy road, Lizzie and Dharma Dog

The Girl Who Silenced The World

I've been thinking a lot lately about my search for family. When my mother and father traveled from this world, I went looking for the family I had never known, the safe father, the safe daughter, the peaceful mother, the loving husband. After five years, I can say that I have found love in Baba's family, and with The Melvilles. Shante tells me I am the child guard. Baba wears the Whitman Hat. Joe tells his animated story as Baba takes the picture mid motion. We all release the post story laughter, the moment after the photo was taken. Months become moments and moments become years. The story keeps telling me who I really am.

I am on Chapter 26 of the book I have been writing for the last two years. You were in the final scene of my waking dream, re*Member Now?

The girl who made the world scream was there too.

First we breathe, then we speak, then we fall, then we roll, then we scream, then we cry, then we laugh, then we sing, then we dance, then we how*l, then we fall again... this time, we fly.

Missouri Morning

The count down begins. Baba, Adam, Cameron, myself, Jeff and all our local reps are working so hard to make sure the tour is the most inspiring it can possibly be. We are honored to be sharing the stage with Mr. Ritter and we hope he will help us stop the war machine. I am devoted to the adventure. Courage is the skin of revelation. I am alive inside this 24 hour dream. I grow with inspiration and without expectation. The book is getting closer all the time. I finally believe I can finish it by the fall. The show gets more beautiful all the time. The Dharma leads me h*Ome. I give constant thanks for every single peace of this might Master Peace. Thank you to all the wonderful people who have been writing in and letting us know that you are looking forward to seeing us this Summer. In solidarity and fluidity, the dharma and I reach for life. Your artist now and all*ways, Lizzie and Dharma traveling the holy road. X=h/m.

Thank You

Baba says I should blog again. He says this blog is great and it's time for me to start coming out of my cacoon. It's time to start telling the w*hole story. I'm not quite ready but I do know he's right. I'm still unborn but can feel the wings about to open. If you have met me on the path in the last three years, you have met me inside the cacoon. A picture tells more than I can say right now. All my words and poetry is going into the story, the book, the myth, that I write in the early morning hours when only the birds, the dharma and I are speaking. The last eight (almost nine) months has been the greatest chapter in this book of my life. Living Life As Fiction is in full swing again and god it feels good to be free. Thank you Mama. The Myth is helping me re*Member how all the re*Memberers found each other deep inside the dream.
Baba said, "just do a short blog, something, anything. Lizzie, what would you call your new blog, if you were going to start a new one." I wasn't sure. I said I'd think about it. For right now, my beloved husband, I look at the flower you brought me and want to call it "Thank You." The flower reminds me that since I last blogged, you and I got married in an abandoned church on the missouri river. The flower sits on my desk, unopened but promising the transformation in the days and summer months to come. I am alive inside the dream.
"Thank You!" to Mama, the president of HRTU, to the sun,to my superhero husband, to all the wonderful people who have made the last eight months better than I could have ever imagined.
Maybe tomorrow I'll rename it. Yes. I probably will. Tomorrow I'll call it, "Dear Baba..."
I love you always and forever in the core of my being to the tips of my human hands. Re*searching the holy road,
Your artist in life and song, Dharma and Lizzie

From The Artist's Eyes

Earthdance World Festival, Tehachapi, CA Sept 15th

The dance of Now was done in a field of Tumbleweeds. It was an agreement by all who attended Earthdance in Tehachapi. This community is so real, so kind, so true... They are our partners in the movement and there is no number 10+++++++++ that can serve their generosity. We love them all. The Wonderful Magician, Mama Hilly Bean and the whole tribe put The Cabaret on a huge Starship stage with great sound and an amazing view of a windmill farm. The show was a 10+++++ as well all sang, howled, breathed, danced, chanted, and omed for peace. We took vows for creating peace and gave ourselves to the children, promising to love them enough to try. Our Beautiful Elf and healer picked us up at the airport. He brought us to Larva and Geza who drove us into the mountains for the most wonderful weekend of the holy road 2007.
We are so inspired to create this year, this month, this day, this moment, of Now with our growing family. Let's all meet at Earthdance '08 in Tehachapi, CA.
In trust, love and solidarity, writing from the holy road-
Lizzie and The Dharma Dog too

From The Artist's Eyes

MORGANTOWN, WEST VIRGINIA SEPT 10TH

The re*membrance grows and grows. Morgantown was a perfect experience. Hosted by Catherine and Jim, we were given a sacred space to find our center in their beautiful new home. We arrived late afternoon, rested, set up in the living room, received guests and potlucked in the garden, and then performed songs from The Cabaret. The hosts were a 10. The audience was an 8. Their average was brought up by the two men who served as male embers, the singing professors, the women in the front row, an angel named Mary, and the hosts themselves. We definitely felt, by the end of the evening, that we had all, us and the group of twenty or so folks in the audience, had been moved, transformed, and lifted. The catalyst for the night's magic was the child who danced in awe of melody and song. We will be returning to our friends, becoming family, in Morgantown in the Spring. Until then, we'll be re*membering our friends in the Now of Morgantown. - Yours in life and song. From the holy road, Lizzie and the Dharma Dog too

From The Artist's Eyes

Hammertown, TriArts, WKZE: 10
Joe's Pub: 7
Sangha: 8

The journey from Pine Plains, to New York City, to Sharon CT, and then to Washington DC, has been full of heart. The shows at all three stop points were powerful in their own ways. Along the holy road we travel, allowing for change to manifest in everything we do. Each show was very different from the next, but they all shared one thing in common, the ribbon of re*membering.

Time eludes us as the wheels on the blue box keep rolling h*ome. This photograph was taken at The Peace Party in Washington DC. The ribbon began it's unification there, the tying of each moment, each heart to the next heart and so, we will continue tying the thread of peace until it is long enough and strong enough to hold the pain, transforming all that is broken in our world, healing our dis*ease.

Each of the shows, in their own way, delivered me into myself. My favorite of the three was Sharon because it was our first time in a theater, with a great lighting designer, the third eye of a director, and an audience that was somewhat prepared for the interaction involved in The Tumbleweed Cabaret. The audience was a 10, willing to travel through the story and trust our connection to Now. Hammertown, WKZE, and TriArts did a great job of sponsoring the The Cabaret. 19 Miles To Baghdad was heard through the air waves of the Hudson Valley because of Hammertown's powerful sense of independence and courageous commercial station. Gregg and Joan are the best kind of friends, willing to stand behin us and help us grow into our greatest selves.

In DC, Sangha was as graceful a host as could be but, unfortunately, the front row at the show brought the audience average down with their lack of soul shine and their rude cell phone activity. In my opinion, it would be better for people to avoid experience completely then to stand cold in the presense of the inner sun. BUT, the rest of the room was full of light. Jennifer directed the collective voice and we found a soul mate for the re*membrance in Malavika, a young performer who pronounced our ancient promise well kept. Our DC hosts, Melissa and David are excellent and cared for the deliverance of our message in the kindest way. It was great to see Liz and Michael again too. The family is getting stronger and stronger every day.

The road grows on as we follow the Dharma into The Night, sailing by way of the ocean of Now and beginning to see the butterfly being free.

Thank you for re*membering. Yours in life and song.
Lizzie and the dharma dog too.

Real People, Real Reviews

Lizzie has such a dynamic voice and message; and listening to her last night was such a powerful reminder as to why it is Summer Search exists in the first place to help us find peace within ourselves and essentially create peace in our communities. - Mollie, Cambridge Mass

Real People Real Reviews

Lizzie West was absolutely inspiring, and how fun to feel the energy and the sense of connection among everyone present. This morning I found myself especially thinking about the spirit of gratitude she conveyed and how much it resonated with what we aim to cultivate in our students.- Rachel, Cambridge Mass

From The Artist's Eyes

Club Passim, Cambridge, August 15th, 10+ (photos from Hammertown and Louisville)

Once again, Marla and Max proved themselves to be one of the best hosts on the east coast. They confirmed, for me, that something good has begun in our culture, in our world, and without a doubt, in Cambridge Town. Their beautiful town house in downtown Cambridge is full of the most inspiring artwork that they've collected from artists of all kinds. They co-produced our show at Club Passim and made sure we had an inspiring full house on the night of the show.

The show itself was among my absolute favorites of all the concerts that Baba and I have ever performed. We, (Baba, The Audience and I), flew through the fallen buildings of yesterday and awarded yellow ribbons to those who sang loudest for the reenactment. I had been blinded and masked and would have died there, if the beautiful young woman in the front row hadn't freed me from the poisoned veil. We cried together, which means we healed together, and then we laughed through the unwritten rhymes. Though the audience seemed wary of my madness at first, they dove into the unknown with me and by the fourth song and because they trusted me, they real*eyesed their own madness and so, set us all free. Because we trusted each other, we journeyed h*ome into the fields of gratitude and forgiveness, all the way h*ome. I'd like to rate Baba's performance, my performance, and the audience performance at plus 10+ ....greater than can possibly be expected by a coffee house stage...we transformed ourselves, all of us in unison, last Wednesday night. The sound was fantastic and the sound man was a real sweetie. Passim is an ideal listening room. The club was full of bright human lights, shining to keep the fire lit. We all left the show feeling more like a family than we could have ever dreamt we would feel. I long to be back in that wonderful town soon and when I go, I'll take the dharma dog to find the cookie man of Cambridge. Maybe December. I hope so. Long live the poet! X=h/m. - with love from the holy road, Lizzie and the dharma dog too.

Set highlights: Universal Land, Mercy Me, Louise, 19 Miles To Baghdad, Get Up Stand Up, This Land Is Our Land.

From The Artist's Eyes

The Bookmill, August 4th, !0. No show photos. (Photo from Columbia, MO)

Jamie kindly produced the show at The Bookmill. It's a tucked away venue in Montague, Mass. "Books you don't need in a place you can't find" is their motto. It was a full house. The laughter and the tears were all part of the re*membering. The audience sang along as if they knew the songs. We toasted with the Tumbleweed and made an agreement to create peace in our selves and in the world. We brought our own sound system which never sounds as good as it should but always good enough for the show to be loved and understood. Baba was a 10 on the small key board and played it like it was a Steinway. I gave the audience all my heart and songs, as if we were all captive slaves on our hyjacked ship, heading back to the h*omeland of Now. The audience gets a 10. They stayed with me the whole time, making sure I didn't crash the rocks or stray from coarse. Many waited after to say hello and we, all together, gave each other a little more hope than we had before the show started.

Show highlights: Ripple, I Fly In Love, Tumbleweed, Reaching For Light

The Living Room From The Artist's Eyes

Saturday, July 28th Show.
The Living Room was closer to the sun than any other all summer long. Because of them, the angels at the table on the right, who stood up to uphold their end of the agreement. It was Lizzie and John Marc and they had brought their friend, who's brother was killed in Iraq. We sang for him, for them, for us, for all of U.S and each other. Something good has begun. I gave him the yellow ribbon. He promised to tie it around his arm while running the Navy marathon and ask for peace. We hugged.
The german woman, held her spirit high above the room and kept me reaching for light until I became the world and the world became me. We healed eachother, everyone in the room that night.
The venue was focused and sound was a 10. Bonnie and Bill hosted us and they held the average up at 10, such generosity to share their New York home. Zeek made sure we were comfortable in Soho. The audience was a 9. We merged songs and story perfectly that night. I am in the Now and free from The Fear, because of the healing we had in the living room of the lower east side. - Yours in life and song, from the holy road. Lizzie and the dharma dog too X=h/m

My Birthday with Mama

AUDIENCE REVIEW:
LIZZIE WEST AT MAMA HILLY BEANS 7 21 07
It was for me, the long awaited answer to my plea: Let me once again hear artists sing and dance and play as though the stage of life included all of us, each and every one. Lizzie played the audience like a fiddle, our every gesture, nuance and interruption that would make others frown or skip a beat became her orchestra. I sang all the way home.

Thank you for a special evening,
As always I love you and yours
Holly

FROM THE ARTISTS EYES:
Hosts,10. Venue, 10, Baba's performance, 10. Crowd, 10. My performance, 10. Local Peace Party guest performers, 10.

The Peace Party benefit for Holy Road Tours was perfect and real and filled every part of our hungry souls. Mama was t*here, not just in theory, in spirit or in g*host, but in truth, through every shining eye and smile... AND through MAMA Hillybean, the great gypsy Mama of the california hills. She blows on the windmills and makes them move. She has created Mama Hillybean's Coffee and Community, a safe haven, a holy road hot spot. She and the man behind the shadow who brings the light, they are our new family, partners in Holy Road Tours. She is the creator of the d*blooms. Re*member the D*blooms?... how they flowered in our hearts and minds and allowed us to break free of The Fear.

The greatest moment, for me, was the one in this photograph, when the angels of Now, jumped the stage, grabbed the mics and demanded we sing to begin The Lov*olution. It was a scene out of the book, Ourstory, recreated in the dream and then again in this "reality". I am humble to the makings of magic and surrender to the Source, the unknown X. We have planted many seeds in Tehachapi and will be settling there soon to strengthen the roots. Baba kept the whole night rolling and snowballing into freedom. Thank you to the Re*memberers. X=h/m. Yours in life and song, traveling the holy road, Lizzie and the Dharma Dog too

From The Artist's Eyes

The Peace Conspiracy could be considered a conspiracy against my peace. It was most certainly a conspiracy against my piece. The road block we ran into, as we headed down the dirt road to this gathering of light brought our joyful song to a stop. The c*lock people achieved their mission, catching birds flocking to re*member.

I do love Wanda though, (who hosts the festival) but the sound was a 2. The crowd's ability to dance and sing freely was suprisingly poisoned, considering it was a festival dedicated to conspiring about peace. To conspire is, of course, an active term. The crowd seemed more like they were conspiring to forget why they were there, to forget that their friends got caught in the trap up the road, to forget the pain of Being instead of re*membering to reach through the pain is to find the light. To re*member how*l much we need eachother, how*l we have to start now, helping eachother to create the world that we live in or it will so easily create U.S., making U.S. a sleeping society of apathetic and distracted forgetters. The audience is always the show, they are the embers. I am merely the match. Not much a match can do by itself. Who is the hand that lights me? And what serves as the material on which I am rubbed and lit? I do k*now the sound was much of the reason for the crowd's quiet and I should say that t*here were enough embers to get the fire started.

We did have some Angels Of Now who came to the stage and gave their ember hearts to the fire we were trying to start. Little angels who focused on me and promised to help me re*member. They k*now, as well as I do, how essential it is that we wake up from this zombie sleep and unc*lock ourselves.

It was one of my favorite performances though. I give myself a 10 for rising above the faulty sound, the c*lock people, the lawn mower that was growling all through our set, and the drummer who played his own rythm the whole show. I give Baba a 10 too, for kepping the party going despite his failoing keyboard and all the other obstacles I mentioned. I also have to honor FD and Miker and a few unknown embers for bringing their light to this creating peace party and making sure the fire got started despite the crowd's forgetting. There was a kind young man who we later saw play wash board. I'll have to dig up his name, but I give profound thanks to him for making sure we could hear ourselves through the monitors. I k*now we'll be in the sandbox with him for a long time to come.

I'm not sure we'll be back t*here next year, but I can say that the festival did help us (though not in the easiest way) re*member to give thanks for the freedom that we have. What time is it my friends? Time to Create Peace Now. HOwlelujah to ya friends, from Louisville, KY and on my way to Cleveland, on this holy road, the perpetual journey h*ome. - y*ours in life and song, Lizzie and The Dharma Dog too

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,

Audience Reviews

The last few shows were all tens for the re*membering. Thank you to Chicago, Madison and Louisville for giving us such a warm and generous remembrance. I'm vacationing in the wonderful woods of my mind, that's why I haven't written 'till now and this review is so short. I'll be back soon though, I promise. It's two years today that baba and I found eachother. Thank you Mama. With mighty love from the holy road, X=h/m. L and the dharma dog too.

From The Artist's Eyes

From The Artist's Eyes

Saturday, May 12th, 2007, Cleveland Ohio
Sharing The Road: reviewing the experience from the artist's eyes.
"Great Art Needs A Great Audience..." Walt Whitman
Overall Show Rating: 7/10
Hosts: (10/10) Tim and Susan are angels of now, so kind. We had a beautiful bedroom with light pouring in, lots of snacks, our own lovely pink bathroom. They brought their friends to the show and celebrated with us. Thank you Tim and Susan, for helping us remember the balance, X=h/m.

Venue: (10/10) Cafe Limbo
The venue is a homey house with tables. The food is so good, my Soul Form kept thanking me all night. The staff was generous and they gave the dharma dog water and let him run in their back yard. They paid us and fed us and helped us start our cleveland family, thank you Cafe Limbo and thank you to The Troubadors who co-oped with us and arranged that we perform there.

Promotions: (6/10) Posters were up. Some phone calls were made. The hosts and the cafe brought in new friends to hear the melodies on now. Still, we failed to do a press release or get on the radio so the promotions were lacking.

Opener: no opener.

Sound: (10/10) The sound was great for me. We used our system and Baba set it all up perfectly, the way he always does.

Stage: (10/10) There is no stage, just a warm corner by the window that looks out on an old porch, a tree and a grassy yard.

Audience: (8/10) The audience was sweet, mostly they had never heard us before and they were just getting used to our Lizzie and Baba ways. Still, they answered Now when I asked the essential question. The good news is... I gathered some Tears Of Re*membering for The Magical Tumbleweed by the end and so, I'll be able to make my Tonic quota this week. Thank you. Two beautiful women drove from Pittsburgh to see the show. There was a group of crowing women in the back though and they talked through the show which I found very distracting and this brought the audience average doooown. Argh. Isn't that a shame! The truth is, though, it's not entirely fair to ask people who have come to eat dinner, not to talk. I think Baba and I don't belong in a restaraunt for that reason.

My performance: (7/10) Like I said, I gathered the tears despite the chatter. The crowing crowd brought me down a little though, I must confess. I did catch my wind by the end, after they left. I gave an encore of Dusty Turnaround to a group who arrived late and asked to have a song. It felt good to dance like that and the lifting of glasses and toasting to saving the bees somehow, that made the night turn out right.

Baba: (9/10) Baba didn't let the chatter get to him as much as I did. He danced and sang and played with me through the stars and all the way home with Thank You.

Set List Highlights: Monkey Back Blues, Dusty Turnaround, Of Course My Love, This Land Is Our Land, 19 Miles To Baghdad, Be Where Your Feet Are, Thank You, Louise,