
Anyway, today I got a nice email from my sister who was glad to see that I had revived the blog, and she suggested that I might try to post something about my cowboy connections here in the USA, which goes straight to the fact that, starting next Monday, I will be over in Elko, Nevada attending this year's annual National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, right before I depart for South America! Now normally, if I am not down in Chile or Argentina, the good people over at the Western Folklife Center usually corral me into working for them during the Gathering, which always meant long days and hard work with little chance to take in any of the activities other than those I was assigned to manage. Well this year, I opted out, and instead chose to buy tickets to the thing (first time in maybe a dozen Gatherings I've gone to in which I have not been part of the staff!) and will be there as part of the audience.
Over the years I have gotten to know so many of the artists (poets and musicians) that I am expecting that this year's Gathering will be all play and no work, while we party all the way to the end in the late evening of February 3rd, which leaves me with just the 4th to get home to my little rural digs in Wells, Nevada to do laundry and pack for South America. Then on the 5th, barring inclement winter weather, I'll be heading out on the 400-mile drive from here down to Las Vegas, where I will be dropping off my car with my daughter before flying out from the airport there for Dallas and the connection on the long, overnight non-stop red-eye flight to Santiago.
You know, it's funny, but last year when I was down touring all through Argentina and Chile, I missed the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering. But they managed to stage their own South American "happening" by featuring musicians, poets and rawhide artists from Argentina and Brasil. It was their second year featuring cowboy cultures from South America. The year before they concentrated on the "llaneros" of Colombia and Venezuela, who raise cattle on the wide plains north and east of the upper Andes Mountains. It was from one of the llanero musicians from Colombia who were guests at the 2004 Cowboy Poetry Gathering that I bought my Colombian bandola, which is kind of a cross between a mandolin and a ukelele, which is the "national instrument" of those countries. Those of you who followed my blog last year might recall that I brought my bandola with me as a pleasant diversion for my travels.
Anyway, enough on all this. My sister had hoped that I might try to post something here on this blog about this year's National Cowboy Gathering even though it might seem to be a bit off subject, and perhaps I will find a moment to do so on my last day at home on February 4th. -But maybe not. Regardless, there will be plenty to come when I get to santiago, so stay tuned!
Chao, amigos!