The Vancouver Folk Festival 2018 (Live From The Wisdom Tent)

 

 

 

Back in mid-July, I attended the annual Vancouver Folk Festival at Jericho Beach Park. It was a beautiful sunny weekend, hot by Vancouver standards. The beach, adjacent to the park, was crowded; beyond the beach the bay was busy with paddle boarders, swimmers, yachts, kayaks and of course, tankers. The north shore mountains looked down on it all, a little miffed now that the ski season is long over and all the attention has moved to sea level.

Highlights of the festival for me were Ry Cooder (and the Hamiltones), Wallis Byrd, Darlingside, James Mc Murtry and Neko Case. The performances were less politically overt this year, there was a sense that enough had been said and the diversity and inclusiveness of the occasion and the creativity on display was sufficient response to the ugliness, racism and bigotry currently on the march in some parts of the world.

My friend, Slim, got a free weekend pass by volunteering at The Wisdom Tent. All he had to do was turn up once a day and dispense wisdom for an hour. Slim is not a man known for empathy, so his choice of volunteer job surprised me. He could, for example, have volunteered at the recycle stations explaining to people the complex and arcane choices available to them; or perhaps, he could have dressed up in a tutu and sold raffle tickets, all perfectly good options. But no, he had to sit in a hot tent, imposing his gnomic bromides on the defenceless public.

Live from the Wisdom Tent

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(I sat in on one of Slim’s sessions and secretly recorded it. The following is an edited transcript of the recording. Note: Slim sat behind a trestle table, his visitors approached one by one. I did not transcribe the sometimes withering and profane responses to his proffered wisdom.)

walk past the writing on the wall
look neither left nor right

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always whistle past a graveyard

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today is the first day
of the rest of your life
tomorrow is the next

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walk towards the noise
walk towards the noise

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neither a floater
nor a settler be

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to find the person of your dreams
you must first fall asleep

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if you’re feeling abysmal
pepto bismol will do nothing

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talk softly
don’t carry sticks of any size

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be all you can be
then try harder

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like a frog down a well
we only know the walls.

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to leave no footprint
we must fly and never land.

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never drink anything blue

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life is waiting for the other shoe
the secret is……..hang on, is that James McMurtry starting on stage 5?

(male voice) hey man, where are you going, you’re supposed to be here until 4?
(Slim)…you should get rid of those dreads, you’re not from Jamaica.
(male voice)…who was that pot-bellied old fart?

8 thoughts on “The Vancouver Folk Festival 2018 (Live From The Wisdom Tent)

  1. Steve Simpson

    Yes indeed, it is a dreamy blue condensate with foaming antacid, Jim, that I enjoyed muchly. I have discussed it in whispers with the frogs. They advised me that it is too late for answers, best to laugh, as I am, But stopping at some point is also advisable if one does not want special soft accommodation.🐸

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