Twenty years ago we went to our first folk festival in Regina. Back then it was free and at half time during the evening concerts they passed KFC buckets around to collect money to support the festival. I think they had several years 'in the hole' and now they charge $110 for a 3 day pass. Bruce Steele of CBC fame used to MC the evening.
I didn't realise what a roller coaster I'd go on this weekend. In that atmosphere you would think I could stay in the moment but no- I drifted off down memory lane to thoughts of you. I remember having cold hands and me slipping them in under your shirt to warm them up. You gasped at the touch yet kept them there. If you had done that to me I would likely have slapped you! The folk festival was the perfect public place to steal kisses and hold hands. We were still in the dating phase and I was still not ready to tell the world we were 'relating'. However the flirt in me loved the opportunity for public displays of affection. The music was intoxicating and I expect it was likely foreplay.
Over the weekend as I was moved by the music tears filled my eyes several times but they didn't run down my face. They simply flooded my eyes and blurred my vision and I sucked it up. Nostalgia. I am a big suck for that as you well know.I stayed with the moment and then it passed. Arlo Guthrie and Emmylou Harris were fabulous and my favourites. I remember them singing back in the 60's and hearing Woody Guthrie- Arlo's father. Their songs seem to be timeless. The damp cool dark evenings sitting in a crowd of more or less strangers made the experience so enjoyable. I think the feelings I had were more nostalgia than sadness for myself.
After all I am the one who tears up when I see kittens in tv toilet paper commercials.
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