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Post by coachdoc on May 19, 2017 12:46:12 GMT -5
Ditto.
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Post by billhammond on May 19, 2017 13:18:40 GMT -5
Welcome, welcome, welcome, Patti. Wonderful that you plan to join the Bozos on this Bus in Iowa.
Love the avatar photo!
I ran across this today, made me lose it, but in a good way. Hope it hits you OK.
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Post by Doug on May 19, 2017 13:23:48 GMT -5
Patti, you are one of us. You belong at IJ with the rest of us. Glad you are coming.
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on May 19, 2017 13:23:57 GMT -5
Thanks for this. Patti. It would be GREAT to see you in Vinton ! ! ! ! Yes, indeed!
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 14:53:36 GMT -5
[...] By the way, I have not cancelled our motel reservation for Idiot Jam and, barring any unforseen circumstances,I would very much like to attend. Patti Cool. You will be an honored guest.
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Post by Don Clark on May 19, 2017 15:19:09 GMT -5
Sure made my day to see that Patti is planning on I-Jam. Almost silly-happy.
Sure made my day to hear Eva sing Wayfaring Stranger. Thanks, Bill.
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Post by Village Idiot on May 19, 2017 21:22:30 GMT -5
Oh, Patti, I'm just seeing this and it would absolutely be wonderful to see you in Vinton! Please do come!
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Post by pattip on May 20, 2017 7:51:48 GMT -5
Welcome, welcome, welcome, Patti. Wonderful that you plan to join the Bozos on this Bus in Iowa. Love the avatar photo! I ran across this today, made me lose it, but in a good way. Hope it hits you OK.
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Post by pattip on May 20, 2017 8:15:56 GMT -5
I appreciate everyone's welcoming remarks - thank you. Bill, Eva C's "Wayfaring Stranger" is hauntingly beautiful. I lost it, too (doesn't take much these days). I went on to listen to another version by Eva, youtu.be/1IqN6xvis7U, and a couple by Emmylou Harris. One of Emmylou's: youtu.be/mDGTt63Yqtw. All beautiful.
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Post by jdd2 on May 20, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -5
(I've heard a lot of versions, EmmyLou's is my fav)
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Post by drlj on May 20, 2017 8:59:01 GMT -5
Glad to hear you will be there, Patti.
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Post by Doug on May 20, 2017 10:14:12 GMT -5
A lot of versions out there. Most based on that predates most of the versions.
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Post by Resolve on Jun 22, 2017 8:09:38 GMT -5
I am going to add my joy at reading you are thinking to join us in Vinton, Patti. Many hugs await you. ❤️
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Post by fauxmaha on Jun 22, 2017 8:21:17 GMT -5
Funny how the universe works.
I drove the truck into work today for the first time in a few weeks, and had forgotten that I had "Portals" in the CD player. Enjoyed listening to Lonnie all the way in.
Then get here and see that Cyndy has bumped the thread.
:: sigh ::
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Post by timfarney on Jun 22, 2017 13:11:28 GMT -5
Godspeed. See you on the other side.
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Post by billhammond on Jul 8, 2017 20:22:02 GMT -5
Yesterday marked two months since Lonnie's passing. I intended to post about him yesterday because of that numerical footnote, but words simply failed me, an uncommon occurrence.
Today I played guitar at a happy, happy occasion in a lovely, lovely setting with wonderful, wonderful people all around. And deep inside I was miserable, but I tried to channel Lonnie's trouper-ness and seize the positive energy of those gathered, and the will of my own inner being, and try to make beautiful music.
I made something that I guess could be called music, but it sure didn't sound beautiful to me. It sounded sad, it all sounded painful to me.
I rarely consider myself an artist, to be frank. I love the arts, and I feel as though I hover around the perimeter of them, more often than not a devotee, not really a participant. But today I wondered if maybe I was closer to artist-ness than ever before, because I was truly unable to play in any manner other than what was in my heart, which was an ache. I have always assumed that that is how true artists operate -- they don't paint what they see, they paint what they feel.
What was in my heart today, sadly, was not happiness over the glorious day, the glorious setting, the gorgeous bride, the handsome groom, the beaming parents. It was sorrow, splayed out against a very pleasant demonstration of younger lives entwining and setting off on their journey with broad smiles and an abundance of love-fueled energy.
I have the love, I have some energy. But I don't know how to get it to Lonnie. I just miss him so fucking much.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 21:01:49 GMT -5
Well, yesterday marked two months since Lonnie's passing. I intended to post about him yesterday because of that numerical footnote, but words simply failed me, an uncommon occurrence. Today I played guitar at a happy, happy occasion in a lovely, lovely setting with wonderful, wonderful people all around. And deep inside I was miserable, but I tried to channel Lonnie's trouper-ness and seize the positive energy of those gathered, and the will of my own inner being, and try to make beautiful music. I made something that I guess could be called music, but it sure didn't sound beautiful to me. It sounded sad, it all sounded painful to me. I rarely consider myself an artist, to be frank. I love the arts, and I feel as though I hover around the perimeter of them, more often than not a devotee, not really a participant. But today I wondered if maybe I was closer to artist-ness than ever before, because I was truly unable to play in any manner other than what was in my heart, which was an ache. I have always assumed that that is how true artists operate -- they don't paint what they see, they paint what they feel. What was in my heart today, sadly, was not happiness over the glorious day, the glorious setting, the gorgeous bride, the handsome groom, the beaming parents. It was sorrow, splayed out against a very pleasant demonstration of younger lives entwining and setting off on their journey with broad smiles and an abundance of love-fueled energy. I have the love, I have some energy. But I don't know how to get it to Lonnie. I just miss him so fucking much. There's the saying, "Let go and let God" and maybe that applies. Sometimes you have to get your intellect out of the way to let a song (and your talent) find itself. That's how I always thought of Lonnie's playing; he had the technical know-how and probably had dreams about fretboards, but when you heard him play, there was no question his heart was guiding his fingers. I didn't know Lonnie as well as you, but I think he'd want you to just go out and play. Like him, you have a gift, and you've worked at your talent. That is, no doubt, what Lonnie would want you to do, and playing what is in your heart is the best way to honor him. That said, it's perfectly normal to hurt like hell. We all have people in our lives whose absences can never, ever be filled.
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Post by Russell Letson on Jul 8, 2017 21:50:36 GMT -5
Second to what David wrote. Lonnie played until he couldn't any more. From where I sat (at a moderate distance), music and Patti and his friends and family were what kept him going. You're gonna feel what you're gonna feel--that's part of the deal. No love, no mourning.
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Post by billhammond on Jul 8, 2017 22:02:10 GMT -5
Thanks, David and Russell, for your wisdom and kindness. I truly appreciate it.
I agree that Lonnie would want all of us to play on with more heart and soul than ever. I need to stop focusing on my physical limitations these days and get on with what I CAN accomplish. That is precisely what Lonnie did, in amazing fashion, right up to the end.
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Post by Don Clark on Jul 8, 2017 22:25:20 GMT -5
I agree that Lonnie would want all of us to play on with more heart and soul than ever. That is precisely what Lonnie did..... Yep.
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