For Early Risers Who Wish That It Could Be Morning All Day
The placement of this old Mercruiser is a cruel joke when it comes to winterizing. Whoever designed it was clearly a tiny person with extraordinarily long flexible arms or a trained spelunker or a sadist. Maybe all.
I don’t think my shoulders will ever be the same again. Geez!
I traveled through time last evening.
Jimmy Messina of Buffalo Springfield, Poco, and of course Loggins & Messina fame, performed in little Bigfork, Montana.
It was a great show.
I have to admit that, until recently, I had thought Messina the lesser talent of the Loggins & Messina duo — the jilted Art Garfunkle, if you will. But after hearing his masterful stage presence and, now, looking at his long musical repertoire, I realize that I was wrong. Very wrong.
Jimmy Messina is a powerhouse in his own right — a skilled and creative music writer, performer, and producer. I was blown away by how many great songs he wrote or co-wrote (let alone performed and produced). I had forgotten, but the concert brought them all back — one after the other. And now at the age of 70, he is a country/rock historical figure too — at the center of the Buffalo Springfield birthing of such legendary bands as Poco and Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. Many would argue that he helped lead the way for the mega-successful Eagles as well.
Speaking of “Young,” fellow Poco founder and steel guitar extraordinaire Rusty Young sat in on a number of songs. He also played his hilarious Neil Young is Not My Brother.
Both Jimmy Messina and Rusty Young were in town for Bigfork’s Crown Guitar Festival.
Another summer of wildfires throughout the west with smoke filling the Flathead Valley nearly every day.
We could sure use some rain.
Marlene was enjoying pointing out the distant bison to the grand-kids … that is until she read the signage.
Background: she does not like even being in the same room as a “photograph” of a garter snake.
I am already missing those warm summer mornings on Flathead Lake. Often a fishing session would be followed by a morning snorkel. Though on the cool side, the lake did get up to 71 degrees by mid-summer. I never encountered any tropical fish, but the water was clear enough to depict interesting rock formations, fascinating under-the-lake-surface reflections, and its own array of vivid colors. Here is a short sample clip of what it looks like along Cedar Island.
PS: If you view it in “full screen,” make sure that you crank the resolution all the way up to 1080p (little cog icon, lower right).