the last show

well, that's it--end of an era for sure--certainly the end of any feeling of responsibility for me to chronicle the musical adventures of oldham court--gone the days of seeing every show--of course nothing is really ending (don't believe in endings) but just shifting downtown--made the switch from the shack to the shop on my myspace top friends--but this shall be my last shack blog, i suppose this spot will just gather dust and take up space somewhere out there in the blogosphere--ah but what a capper--very funny 1 man folk piece, so representative of all the 1 piece folk story tellers of the road--oh i should say jack's magic october in full effect, almost painful how breath takingly beautiful, fall crisp and get lost in blue skies, the whole show in the backyard--there our folk boy, andrew gardner (where did he come from?wasn't on the bill) played amongst musicians, sunbeams, children and fresh fall breezes--very nice--then the power ska rock and roll vibes of our very own Iron Mikes and this party is really started--Spooky Q.'s, plagued by some technical difficulties, played through like champs, by now the parking lot is completely full, we've got a real crowd here, ardia (hope that is close to how she spells her name) passing out fliers for new shows at the shop--life goes on with maybe a hint of hope for the future--by now it is dark (no fire we are still in a burn ban) darn and laurn scrambling at the last minute to get light out on the stage, i'm on perimeter security, and of course with a fully amped show like this one you can every note from the front--joy bombs are so straight from the heart, so unpretentious and real, you can't help but smile--and of course wrapping up the shack experience, house faves the Seedy Seeds, the crowd pulls close, a man and a woman, a banjo, an acoustic guitar and a beat machine, like an appalachian postal service, so much fun, people are dancing, even the ultra hip vegan straight edge crowd, honky tonk disco dancing with the rest of us fools--world class music in the backyard baby--you really can't beat it--Seeds close their set with a brand new mini song (actually 2nd to last song) Shreiking Shack this is your last show sing along--at the end Lauren takes the mike and thanks not only the Seeds (we were all really moved by their set) but all the players in the success of the shack--the fans, the bands, hell she even thanked myself and jon weaver--said something about how we were all connected now by something much deeper than all of us--and then it was over--the shack is dead, long live the shack-