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City: KERRVILLE
State: TEXAS
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/13/2005

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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

And then it was time...
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grateful

Happy KFF 2006!!!

4:17 PM

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Monday, December 05, 2005

Rin our friend

i made this and thougt that i would share it with you. maybe you can put it on your page somewhere so all will know...it counts down the days!

3:04 PM

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Saturday, November 26, 2005

Fets (Three Thoughts)

First time I ever went to Kerrville (dates not being important, since, I've come to learn, time has no relevance in Kerrville. Other than the dates on the pink slips for the cars in the parking lot) I remember being quite confused as to where it was that I had been drawn into and to what degree I was actually going to get the release and freedom that I was searching for.
I entered Kerrville without shoes. Why, I was without foot-protection I do not recall. The pain of the Kerr-rock, however, would be forever imprinted in my memory. Needless to say, I recieved no immediate release upon my barefooted, painful entry. I did, however, recieve a wristband, a smile, and something else. It was from a beautiful, blue eyed, curly brunette in a sun dress who leaned over her counter, gave me a hug and said the ever familiar, "Welcome Home." I could tell, from the look in her eye, that she was serious and she meant both of those words. First thing that came to mind was..."That's what I call customer service..." Which was no suprise to me that that was what came to mind, because that from which I was trying to escape from what the very same thing that filed that interaction as a better means by which to make money. The second thing, fortunately, was something more substantial. I felt embarrassed a little. But then, I felt warm as well. It was of the same type of feeling you get when you friend's mother serves you a second helping of food when you are a guest in their home. You know you want it and would never ask for it, but you take it, with a bashful smile, and say something clumsy like "Um, th-thanks." I smiled at her in an odd fashion, and proceeded to digest this new environment from my newly pachouli scented head to my newly bleeding toe.

Eleven days later, Im at an HEB out of some "necessity" that I cannot remember. I have yellow body paint swirls from bearded head to healing toe and pink painted nipples hidden under unwashed tshirt that smells of old rain. Im shielding myself from the bright red gigantic letters like a vampire under the sun and I think..."I want to go back home, man"

and I didnt mean San Marcos

see you guys in may,

Fets

11:23 PM

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Friday, November 25, 2005

Kay's memories

Wow... only one memory? Several memorable times come to mind: Seeing Riders In The Sky for the first time back in the eighties. B. W. Stevenson in the eighties. Allen Damron's many wondeful performances throughout the years. A thunderstorm during a John Vandiver set in the eighties that eventually sent us all running for higher ground! In 1996, after being absent from the festival for about 10 years, I was able to come back and bring my sons (then ages 8 and 6) for the first time. We have been back every year since. Limpopo! Kevin Welch. Jimmy LaFave. Trout Fishing In America. 2005: We had a flat tire when we left the festival grounds one night, and two of the artisans from the festival happened by and stopped to help us - so nice! 2005: Terri Hendrix stole the night with her amazing set, and then Ruthie Foster stole it again with another amazing set. See you in 2006 and beyond!

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Thursday, November 24, 2005

Chazz

One night at about 1 in the morning i stumbled onto to a late night massage circle at cureville. 14 lovely hippies all rubbin and touchin on each other, spreadin uber love to his neighbor. it was beautiful.

9:43 PM

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Thursday, November 24, 2005

When Good Boys Go Bad

Big Folk of 2004. Harmony and I were married on the main stage on the afternoon of June 1st. It was about 105 degrees out, and all of the guests had to sit there in the sun. If we didn't say it to you before, THANK YOU for being there.

John Eichsteadt

9:42 PM

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