Time, you thief, who love to get/Sweets into your list ...

"Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add ..."

GREG BROWN KISSED ME!

On the cheek.

The folk festival was beautiful as always. And sad, as always, because summer is dying.

Dar Williams sang Comfortably Numb. And The Mercy Of The Fallen.

Greg Brown sang Angel From Montgomery. And Boomtown. And he is a big ol' John Prine fanboy. And his signature is I swear to god less legible than Garnet Rogers', which I'd have sworn was impossible.

AND HE KISSED ME.

THIS.

IS.

ALL.

Also

The First Aid people at the folk festival cannot get too much love.

Last year they helped us get jazz007 out of the middle of the crowd when she had severe vertigo and nausea (and therefore looked and acted for all the world as if she were pissed out of her mind and/or on something, a thing which often does not bring out the best in First Aiders, let it be admitted), gently and efficiently, and this year they gave us a plastic poncho and some good advice when iclysdale had let himself get too wet and too cold and was starting to develop hypothermia. (Yes, this is Ottawa: when it rains at summer festivals -- and sometimes when it doesn't -- we get hypothermia cases.)

And the fabulous Alayne brought him a raincoat, despite the fact that she'd actually changed her mind about coming to the show tonight, because she was in the area.

Without the help, we'd have both had to go home immediately, and he'd have missed Dar Williams and been very sad, and I'd have missed Dar and Greg and been very sad, because he was too far gone for me to feel really happy about letting him go alone -- and it's about an hour trip, so he'd have been really really chilled by the time we got him home, possibly downright ill.