Marko & Sally (Ryan & Meaghan?) were emcees, and did a lot of playful sketches and intros, especially a song skit called Stud & Babe. A bellydancer, my neighbor Tia performed a wild masked dance and used twirling ribbons very impressively. The We 3 a cappela choir of Amy, Leah and Joana did sumptuous harmonies.
A lovely fellow whose name I didn't catch had a rollicking Lift Ticket song that had everybody singing along. Tim and Ek of Ragged Soles performed original music, as well as Ethan (solo) and For My Family (guitars, violin and singer). Audience members competed for a demonstration of "Stupid Human Tricks" and Penelope Gleason won the prize for her facial movements.
The finale
was Logan & Nicko
doing a burlesque skit
Logan was a
wild dancer
The audience
ate it up
Joanna Spindler did a wonderful piece that she premiered at the Telluride Mushroom Festival last year. I performed my Forever Wild piece about the town's saving of the Valley Floor
Forever Wild
The revolution's
in the evolutions of the DNA solutions
Not the human convolutions of political pollutions
No bloke should have to choke
to breathe the bloody smoke
& endure all the dope our dis-urban folk
are force-fed & white-bred to buy buy buy buy
Rednecks know how the cattle go
& the sheep & the pigs at the rodeo
where the 4H ranch kids show & sell
their darling pets to the slaughterhouse vets
Hell, yes!
for grand prize ribbons & barbequed ribs
You better bet
Daddy
keeps a rifle loaded in his pickup
& if you’re a predator
he ain’t no host
As for Mama
she’s kicking up her heels at the Hitchin’ Post
so she can catch a little living
before the oven turns to toast
If we fast-food forward
where we seem to be headed
even the best will be bedded
in a sunset Sony big screen faux-dream
Mad Max Halloween
where they’ve stolen all the treats
in streets stripped of stars
chockfull of cars
on their way to the bars
The trick for the tramp
will be holding the lamp
so’s to be half slick enough
to slip past the thick stuff
they pour in our path
Fame. Fortune. The amenity math
whose sum shines so bright
there’s no time for fright
‘Cuz if you fall on your face
you’re out of the race
Look, you can't kick the habit
if you can’t take the heat
So let's eat, McRedeye sez
the sweet meat of anger
that feeds into action
to halt the reaction of corporate factions
Fleecing the flocks & shaking their fists
Unleashing their chickenhawks
for pre-emptive hits
Time to call “Bullshit”
& Seattle their trade talks
Like Telluride did to that Blues & bruised
fat cat plan
to supersize & infill
the glacial till of the Valley Floor
No way said the townsfolk
who scraped, borrowed, begged
& bought the sucker
An owner’s weighted bait
we refused to swallow
or follow hook, line and sinker
to the gondola mandala big pond stinker
No, we realized right from the start
what shaded our eyes
& kept people apart
And you could too
You could dare to dream
To band together senior and teen
for the good of the land
Take an Earth First! stand
Toss a wrench in the machine
Let’s cut to the heart
with a smart green blade
& come to the aid of those who oppose
greed’s bottom line charade
Let’s embrace what’s wild
Pray for open space’s saving grace
Surround your town like we did our town
Where seven generations from now
we will enjoy free-roaming elk
Not a docile herd of cow
No jerkoff forest slum
No white boy trophy rum
Just the mountains’ mother
HUMMMMMMMMM
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