White Freightliner

Gillian Welch/David Rawlings
Austin City Limits
10/2/03

John Steinbeck Drank In Here

Mike Beck
with The Bohemian Saints
from the album "Rooted"

"...Let us go," we said, "into the Sea of Cortez, realizing that we become forever a part of it; that our rubber boots slogging through a flat of eel-grass, that the rocks we turn over in a tide pool, make us truly and permanently a factor in the ecology of the region. We shall take something away from it, but we shall leave something too." And if we seem a small factor in a huge pattern, nevertheless it is of relative importance. We take a tiny colony of soft corals from a rock in a little water world. And that isn't terribly important to the tide pool. Fifty miles away the Japanese shrimp boats are dredging with overlapping scoops, bringing up tons of shrimps, rapidly destroying the species so that it may never come back, and with the species destroying the ecological balance of the whole region. That isn't very important in the world. And thousands of miles away the great bombs are falling and the stars are not moved thereby. None of it is important or all of it is.
--John Steinbeck
(from "The Log from the Sea of Cortez")

Shannon McNally: "Pale Moon"

Shannon McNally
Oxford, Mississippi
5/22/09

Absolutely Sweet Marie

Robin Williamson
Absolutely Sweet Marie
Acorn Theatre
Penzance, Cornwall
2009

Dark Star

Grateful Dead

Port Chester,
New York

2/18/71

Upside Down Guitar Playing Woman

Neil Young: "Ohio"

Neil Young


Toronto, Canada

1971

In My Garden Grew Plenty Of Thyme

The Beers Family
Rainbow Quest (Episode 9)

In my garden grew plenty of thyme
It would flourish by night and by day
Then along came a lad and he took all I had
He has stolen my thyme away

And I was a damsel fair
But fairer I wished to appear
So I washed me in milk and I clothed me in silk
And I put the sweet thyme in my hair

In June the red rose is in bloom
But that was no flower for me
I plucked at the bud and it pricked me to blood
And I gazed on a willow tree

And the willow tree it may twist
And the willow tree it may twine
I would I were clasped in my lover's arms fast
For tis he who has stolen my thyme