Made my way back up to Port Townsend for Fiddle Tunes, the annual festival up at Fort Worden.
Highlights of the week:
- Midwestern jam at the mule barn (pictured)
- Learning that most of the music I’ve played over the last couple years with Joe and Charles is secretly midwestern, even when it’s not
- Thought I was missing pride to be here but kept ending up in jams with oops all trans women
- Dancing and playing music until 2 am
Lowlights of the week:
- Busting my guitar
It’s like Catullus 46:
Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
iucundis Zephyri silescit aureis.
linquantur Phrygii, Catulle, campi
Nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae:
ad claras Asiae volemus urbes.
iam mens praetrepidans avet vagari,
iam laeti studio pedes vigescunt.
o dulces comitum valete coetus,
longe quos simul a domo profectos
diversae varie viae reportant.
I think I’ll be back next year!