June 20th, 2004.

Where do I start? Perhaps with “They may well have a perfect Life.”, or perhaps with “I think that playing three gigs in one day, perhaps, is too much.”, or maybe I could start with “So we drove up into the patio”, or perhaps even with “We may well have a perfect Life… almost” – but, instead of any of the above, I think I’ll start at the beginning, or just where we left off – and in the beginning, there was Doug…

Random giant cross standing next to I-70. Standard Midwest fare.
Random giant cross standing next to I-70. Standard Midwest fare.

Doug was an audience member back at CATH Inc., and someone who managed to spout all of the things that I ever wanted to hear. He was inspired by us, fired up by us, filled with wonder by us. He made me feel like we were getting someplace.

Every once in a while, someone seems to be spectacularly caught up in what we’re doing – and in this case, it just happens to be the man who came in as such a seeming cynic.

But Doug is a Believer – he’s a minister, and radiates that minister demeanor. Breakdown at CATH was delayed by conversations on spirituality and inspiration and God and obstacles, and I wish we’d had more time. I Live all day in the constant presence of so much cynicism and so much doubt and … even now, so much feeling that none of this should work, that Doug gave me a warm bath of optimistic splendour to wallow in.

But that was days ago… before the Rains.

The night after CATH, we broke camp, drove, and made camp. Granite City’s KOA welcomed us with dusty heat and columns of RVs like tanks and ranks of riled motorized infantry. After we got the tent set up, we immediately had to leave for St Louis to make it to the open stage (excuse me, Noiseday Hootenany) at Frederick’s Music Lounge.

I think that the thing I’ve Loved most about the midwest is the stories. It’s consistent that in the Midwest, we encounter the Storytellers – the people who’ve known their town for years, and who know the stories of their towns for years before THAT because of some sort of oral tradition. Somewhere approaching 35, I think Midwest Men are taken off into hidden canyons and into dying mining towns, and through complex and dangerous rituals, they are given white hair and wisdom and new vocal chords which emit rich, sonorous, rounded Midwest tones.

DCF 1.0
DCF 1.0

The host of Frederick’s Noiseday Hootenany (I just pray I’m spelling Hootenany right), Bob, was one of those storytellers, sans the hair.

It was mixed impressions right from the start. Frederick’s is eclectic to say the least – you have to ring the doorbell to get in, the ceiling fans are hung with underwear, various creatures’ heads decorate the walls (including Borgs and lawn gnomes) and the televisions are playing a collection of early 1900’s experimental silent movies, rather than football or racing.

The sound system gave us Hell, but we ended up playing a second time when it’s complexities had been further mastered, and the audience was still rather unreceptive, so it might’ve been just us.

Bob, however, was a wealth of random thoughts and knowledge. Initially, I was feeling waves of hatred for the outsiders who were complaining about monitor mixes – but very quickly, he was sitting next to me, whispering bits of trivia in my ear. Telling me about one song’s past, one player’s past, and generally giving me a running commentary of the shifting performers.

All in all, a very long night, as the talent was kind of rough, but the place itself was just so fantastic. Bob, who’s “real job” is that of photographer, was telling me about the Fred who initially created the paradoxical palace that is the music lounge…

About ten years ago now, Fred died of cancer – and cancer gives lots of warning, generally. Fred was showman – his personality was apparently perfectly captured by his creation – and had been selling tickets to his own funeral. Bob’s eyes gleam as he intimates the bar’s past to me – there’s Love for the long-gone Fred here…

And Bob was asked to do Fred’s “Death Portrait” – a beautiful, grainy, high contrast, Johnny Cashe-esque photograph which now hangs behind the bar. There was a whole lot of discount involved (Fred was adamant that a man shouldn’t be charged too much in his dying moments?) and Bob was proud of the final piece.

Fred immediately went to Kinko’s and had the thing made into postcards, and sold them to any and all buyers. Bob says that that’s just the sort of man Fred was.

Local favourite, Justin,with Jeremy holding the lyrics, singing his requested tune "South St Louis Girl"
Local favourite, Justin,with Jeremy holding the lyrics, singing his requested tune “South St Louis Girl”
The Granite City KOA is right on Historic Route 66. We embrace being tourists - Heather even bought a keychain.
The Granite City KOA is right on Historic Route 66. We embrace being tourists – Heather even bought a keychain.
The St. Louis Arch is much larger than I'd imagined, towering over everything in the city.
The St. Louis Arch is much larger than I’d imagined, towering over everything in the city.
We went sightseeing to the Cahokia Mounds - these are huge raised Earth mounds, created by the Mississippi Native Americans about a thousand years ago now. Soil carried by basket to creates cities. This one here stands over a hundred feet high, and was truly (how you say) "a bitch to climb"
We went sightseeing to the Cahokia Mounds – these are huge raised Earth mounds, created by the Mississippi Native Americans about a thousand years ago now. Soil carried by basket to creates cities. This one here stands over a hundred feet high, and was truly (how you say) “a bitch to climb”
The view from the top, putting the Arch in perspective.
The view from the top, putting the Arch in perspective.
That speck at the base of the stairs of Monk's Mound is Heather.
That speck at the base of the stairs of Monk’s Mound is Heather.
Mosaic at the entrance of Belleville's Midtown Revue, made by Terri, co-owner and co-founder of the Belleville Singer/Songwriter Festival.q
Mosaic at the entrance of Belleville’s Midtown Revue, made by Terri, co-owner and co-founder of the Belleville Singer/Songwriter Festival.

I’m thinking the Cahokia Mounds, or Woodhenge, perhaps, could be one of the places that the aforementioned rituals take place. Beautiful wildflowers – Heather swore off stairs after the climb.

Random painted Belleville car - this particular red flower thingie shows up in murals all over town...
Random painted Belleville car – this particular red flower thingie shows up in murals all over town…

That night we went to the Belleville Summer Solstice Singer/Songwriter Festival Pre-party at the Belleville Midtown Revue, and met lots of the local artists and local music Lovers and local people and local colour. Storytellers and artists, and Mike and Terri Isenhart who work together as tax advisors and have recently bought a night club and even more recently created the Belleville Summer Solstice Singer/Songwriter Festival. They have some things to be proud of.

We met Greg Travous, local artist and former wanderer, who looks like a reincarnated Lorne Greene as Commander Adama – down to the expressive eyberows and the hypnotic voice that he uses to tell me that Oktoberfest here has nothing to do with celebrating German heritage – that Belleville, depite it’s primarily Germanic heritage, had buried all German references during World War II and never looked back…

Random stiltwalker towering over Main Street Belleville, Illinois.
Random stiltwalker towering over Main Street Belleville, Illinois.
Erin the fiddler ALMOST sat in with us a couple of times, but unfortunately, it never came to pass, I was SO hoping to hear Spiral with violin. Sigh.
Erin the fiddler ALMOST sat in with us a couple of times, but unfortunately, it never came to pass, I was SO hoping to hear Spiral with violin. Sigh.
The Duck Tape Duo Trio. The third member, is unfortunately just out of the frame to the right… this was the only act at the Belleville Festival with a name more confusing than ours. I guess ilyAIMY is weird enough that people really double check, and usually get everything right but the capitalization by the time we’re done with them. But the DT2 was referred to as three or four different things just within the day’s programme.

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  1. suzibird says:

    Yep… The Belleville summer solstice singer songwriter festival 2004 pre-party Was the fateful moment of my meeting rob and Heather. rob somehow (I can’t quite remember the details) summoned me from behind his open laptop to take a peek at the website he was working on… Probably typing in the Journal as he scoped out the other singer songwriters in the room as well as a few hangers on like myself. When I got home that night, I started reading the Journal…And never stopped!

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