I''m blown away!!
Been talkin' 'bout The Beaux a lot the past few months
Been sayin' I gotta call Barry ......(that's Simms....)
.........find out about Tom, how to call Tommy!
Didn't know where I stashed those Christmas cards.......
>>>(Just last night I ran into an old letter from BETSY!) 2-4-96
The other day ran across the 1975 "Ode to The Beaux"
which I wrote and recited in the garden for the SpringFest that year,
not long before disappearing into the WildWest......
Address book listings SO old.........
I went to the net
Lookin' for Barry
and migosh, ran into a poem by Michael!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(How did I not know that was Michael!!!!!!!!!)
There was a link..........
..............A LINK?!!!!!
THE BEAUX ON THE WEB!!!!!!!!!!!
OH! Where's Tom!!!???????
Where's that BeBop Fairy Tale???
We were writing back and forth, for a while there,
.....while I still could,
but then couldn't,
(too full of cancer outsized
and not yet computerized)
Sent a collage'd poster, 12/'95, as if a big "Christmas card"
Tom phoned and said its well hung in the new place,
it was starred in the most prominent place there, put there to stay always, to
Forever BeThere!
Tommy LOVED it, wrote me about it a number of times,
all around and on the backs of flyers, and SpringFest designs.........
Please enter that poem for the SpringFest this time he implored..........
(but it was then that I just couldn't WRITE anymore!)
Moose! with bandaided skinhead banjo, Pete Seeger had signed (handin' Tom the coffee cups to throw......)
Betsy (Bolger/Reetz/Paulet)
Barry
Holly
FINLEY!
BillWassle!, chickenhatchery'd
Boo!
Kelly, Jack'd
HolyMoses! where's MoseHenry!-----hey----that "sound studio check-out" recording......
with Hoyt at the end, after town so reWARDing
even friendlyFreddy FlipOut!
BostonTom & Steve
Nasty Neiman, Aka: Captain Ego, Aka: Jim Neiman
~How Nasty Had A Crack-up (while not even on his bike!)
(nor flying ondownit, onstage...)
...in his black velvet cape with purple satin lining,
competing with the train blast, never losing his timing--------
poor train, didn't stand a chance!
Nasty & I had a dance,
for NOone you see, could make Nasty crack!
He was CaptainEgo, AFterALL!!!, NO SAP!
periodically
we chased one or the other about
in a dance of playing Betcha Can't Make Nasty Crack!!!
BetchaCan't Do*it THIS time EITHER!
......and once if he hadn't escaped,
quick-jumped the reedy wall...........
(just across from the JudgeMentHall, by the copshop---)
taking a fall, going over the top,
but couldn't still , stop laughing!
(he said that didn't count, he'd
made it off the grounds,
so who's to say, who heard the sounds
and WHO would think it
ANYway,
WHO would have found it
HAD been Nasty!
(who'd bin had)
Nasty, Nasty, NaaasssssTeeeeee!
YOU CHEATED!
did NOT!
You DID, TOOnasty!
didKNOT!
didTOO!
NOT!
ducking and chasing, in and about the various worlds
tucked in the nooks of the gardens..........
cape flashing, then furled,
then he vanished.
Later,
Before my set, with butt out to the GoldenCreche,
-----------------I was leaning over on Mother's table,
'bout telling her then, chin propped,
some odd fable,
something 'bout the tourist dollars there
lettin' the hoot'n'holler fare, it was.........
.......fairly fair, those dollars in the cigarbox there.......
...................................when WHOknew slid lurking
all in one moment jerking
'twixt butt and Crèche,
did his best,
game point MINE!
(breathing hard and panting)
calling the game, just the same,
not ranting
in GOTCHAS from behind--
at once, all at once,
you couldn't find me
enveloped in purple satin,
like a dog he was farking,
JUST as I'd started barking,
before NAStee'd started CRACKIN'!
he'd wrapped me in cape right up and over my head,
YOU'LL disappear then!, he said,
to cover his covert laughing
but a moan escaped, up from under his cape
-voiced in Mother,lessChild draftings,
"OOOOOOOH NASSSSSSSSTTEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
you're soh NAAAASTY
OOOOOH justoo NAAASSTY
as ALL OVER THE PLACE
and to his dissedGRACE, hit the floor
and kept on rolling, right on out the door, down the steps, and flopped
spreadeagled the hexagonal walk
bowled over with LAUGHTER--------
OhWHAT a dizzASTER
He was LAUGHING!
CaptainEgo broke-up in full bellied gaffing
IN FRONT OF EVERYONE TRACKING,
NASTEEEE WAS CRACKING!
(and it WAS all
it was cracked up
TO BE!)
...................................but then I finally found
that before I'd found Tommy,
He'd already been done
and gone on!
BlessitALL Tommy,
and THANKyou for BEING!
Steve Goodman
Michael Smith
Dave vanRonk
Eric VonSchmidt
Lynn & then Caitlin (preBarry, post George, post Finley.......)
George______ (with Reception to follow immediately AFTER)
Bill Dreyer
Istvan Horvath???
Mason Proffit
Jim Collins (con los delicados ovalados, Martins in 4, 6 and 12 strings, Gibson Mastertone 5String....)
Dale Hadley (Gibson Longneck 5String, piano)
Ray Sejas--16 ("He lived alone in town, his friends were many and true......")
(DD Yokely of the Guitar and Banjo Ranch, complete with upright bass banjo, and sweetest little thing, that Vega Banjorine!)
Bruce Hughes
Bob Achin (....like the leftovers.from a Buffalo Hunter's garage sale.....)
(my brother Malcolm) m3
(then later, my brother Fred)
Richard Kotrba (took LOTSA pictures!)
Maggie
.........then, in a FLASH one time, flailing fringe up through the air,
(right in the middle of Have Some MadieraM'dear,)
............right where the mustacheios had tickled her ear........
I dropped Barry, George and Bill, mid-line, ALL in one flair!
...............I don't care 'f'it rains or freezes, long as I got my...........
...............Peter, Paul and Mary, Job and Jacob too, followed in the footsteps of..........
....The Dutchman's not the kind of man to keep his thumb held in the dam, but that's a secret only Margret knows................
...........make it soft and, make it low, so my good man he won't know.............
...............they say they found my highschool ring, (bopshoowbeebop) on the only hand they fah-hah-hound............. (...are you somewhere up above, or scattered on the ground, my Luh-uh-ove...................)
Co 12-95
In 1965 I was the only girl-with-guitar a while, 'til Lynn came along, with lo-o-ong, thick, dark brown-black hair (hair later locked IN her car when she was locked OUT....)