Now for
the real change of pace. While working all these strange places as a corporate
spy (er, temporary secretary -- same difference), I was working in music as a
Washington Square in the eighties, and as a Dave Rave Conspirator and
Agnelli-Raver in the nineties.
We did
get to meet a lot of cool people, especially folks and folkies who’d carved a
good career back in the day. Most of them were really cool people, very likable
and good to be with. I don’t have a pic of us with Dave Guard from the Kingston
Trio, but he was quite a sweetheart. . . he gave an old banjo of his to Tom
Goodkind, a 5-string banjo lacking a resonator, but one that was easy to walk
around with and frail (Tom’s preferred mode of banjo picking).
Here’s
a pic of us with Tom Rush (“Wasn’t That a Mighty Storm”) at the Lion’s Head in
the village. I recall he wasn’t a very fast talker or mover, and I was
impatient and felt anxious, somehow -- everything in my head and body was
firing fast, and I needed to be around people who were similar. I’m not sure he
had a big sense of humor, either. All right, let’s face it: I thought his music
was OK, but not really my thing. . .
(Tom
Rush pic by Jill Goodkind)
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