this does relate to the Woodzie in that the coolest thing about it is Will and Jonah and David and all the kids.
And it ties in to music in that it was in the same year and same mind set when The Beatles were on Ed Sullivan. Somebody started this rumor that NASA would pay $25 a pound for fireflies. It was not at all unlike our dreams of becoming The Beatles. American Bandstand would surely pay $25 a pound for our talent. NASA was supposedly going to use the bug juice to light up if it came close to any aliens on the moon. Which was just as likely. Did any other post 50 Woodzie people hear that as a kid? You could look up and down the streets of East Terrell Hills in the twilight of 1964 and every kid was out in this yard filling jars with fireflies. I don't have a specific recollection of how these poor bugs were going to get to Cape Canaveral. One idea floated around the block was that a government panel truck with a huge rotating round wire antenna would follow the ice cream truck routes handing out money for glowing, stobing mason jars.
We protect them behind walls but a life well lived is full of a series of innocent misconceptions.
1964, eh? Dim, smoky memories, John... guess I was 8 or 9...we had a different UrbLeg circulating on the SE side that year...our folks (those not in TDC at the time) put it out that, were we to gather sufficient quantities of lightnin' bugs by suppertime, we'd both be able to SEE our lard 'n' white flour tortillas AND have some protein to roll up in 'em... :) We couldn't afford 'American Bandstand'--we got by on Bruce Hathaway and 'Swingtime'... he sold enough Big Red to have powered the city, if you could've herded all us kids onto a treadmill... I mostly remember '64 in zombievision, nothing quite solid, sorta sleepwalking in puzzled shock at the murder of Our President 11/22/63... occurs to me sometimes that maybe an entire generation of us has never entirely gotten past that... In '64 (between trying to drown him in Liberty Bell 7 and successfully incinerating him in Apollo 1) NASA was launching my (unconfirmed) cousin Gus Grissom into space aboard Gemini 3. When asked to name the craft, Gus suggested 'The Molly Brown,' in honor of his near-drowning Mercury experience; the NASA bigshots hated the smart-alecky name, and told Gus to come up with another; Gus said: 'Got it--'The Titanic!'" so 'Molly Brown' it was...guess they got the last laugh... the Beatles owned KONO that year--6 #1s--but it was another year before Dylan smacked them (and the rest of Planet Earth) on track with 'Highway 61 Revisited'...our ice cream man (a buddy's big brother)dealt love grass by the matchbox (US $1.50), but all I cared about (then) was 3rd base... nothing in particular against girls, but I didn't know any who could play baseball, so they didn't take up a lotta space on my radar... it's kinda gettin' that way again (my gorgeous and glorious daughters are grown) so, while the other singles are out flappin' 'round the merge light this weekend, maybe I'll just slather me up with DEET and go forth to catch (and release) fireflies... :)
WHAT: The Woodzie WHAT? Festival In The Woods HOW: Coleman Lanterns WHEN: Next Woodzie is Spring 2009 BRING: Your Camping Stuff, A Casserole And A Woodzie State Of Mind. WHERE: Near FM 1102 and Hoffman Lane in New Braunfels, TX
The WOODZIE is a very small, very cool, very simple one day music festival on 32 tree covered acres in the Texas Hill Country. It's not commercial in any way, not associated with any business, religion or ulterior motive; it's just us. There is no charge. Great music, great food, a great time strictly for those relaxed enough to appreciate a fine day out in the country. It's all word of mouth - the bottom line is that if you are reading this you and your friends and family, as long as they are peaceful souls, are welcome. Please bring a covered dish to help feed everybody - this is a singer/songwriter event but also very much a big potluck bar-b-que dinner and nature experience. Having a huge picnic and playing guitars out in the woods is pretty hard to beat. Try to get here by early Saturday afternoon and yes you can drive out on Saturday night but please try to camp over - that's part of what makes this thing unique. Bring your songs, we sing around the campfire all night. If you're lucky enough to be able to make the time to get out here you'll never forget it.
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Will's bug box is at the ready!
this does relate to the Woodzie in that the coolest thing about it is Will and Jonah and David and all the kids.
And it ties in to music in that it was in the same year and same mind set when The Beatles were on Ed Sullivan. Somebody started this rumor that NASA would pay $25 a pound for fireflies. It was not at all unlike our dreams of becoming The Beatles. American Bandstand would surely pay $25 a pound for our talent. NASA was supposedly going to use the bug juice to light up if it came close to any aliens on the moon. Which was just as likely. Did any other post 50 Woodzie people hear that as a kid? You could look up and down the streets of East Terrell Hills in the twilight of 1964 and every kid was out in this yard filling jars with fireflies. I don't have a specific recollection of how these poor bugs were going to get to Cape Canaveral. One idea floated around the block was that a government panel truck with a huge rotating round wire antenna would follow the ice cream truck routes handing out money for glowing, stobing mason jars.
We protect them behind walls but a life well lived is full of a series of innocent misconceptions.
1964, eh? Dim, smoky memories, John... guess I was 8 or 9...we had a different UrbLeg circulating on the SE side that year...our folks (those not in TDC at the time) put it out that, were we to gather sufficient quantities of lightnin' bugs by suppertime, we'd both be able to SEE our lard 'n' white flour tortillas AND have some protein to roll up in 'em... :) We couldn't afford 'American Bandstand'--we got by on Bruce Hathaway and 'Swingtime'... he sold enough Big Red to have powered the city, if you could've herded all us kids onto a treadmill... I mostly remember '64 in zombievision, nothing quite solid, sorta sleepwalking in puzzled shock at the murder of Our President 11/22/63... occurs to me sometimes that maybe an entire generation of us has never entirely gotten past that... In '64 (between trying to drown him in Liberty Bell 7 and successfully incinerating him in Apollo 1) NASA was launching my (unconfirmed) cousin Gus Grissom into space aboard Gemini 3. When asked to name the craft, Gus suggested 'The Molly Brown,' in honor of his near-drowning Mercury experience; the NASA bigshots hated the smart-alecky name, and told Gus to come up with another; Gus said: 'Got it--'The Titanic!'" so 'Molly Brown' it was...guess they got the last laugh... the Beatles owned KONO that year--6 #1s--but it was another year before Dylan smacked them (and the rest of Planet Earth) on track with 'Highway 61 Revisited'...our ice cream man (a buddy's big brother)dealt love grass by the matchbox (US $1.50), but all I cared about (then) was 3rd base... nothing in particular against girls, but I didn't know any who could play baseball, so they didn't take up a lotta space on my radar... it's kinda gettin' that way again (my gorgeous and glorious daughters are grown) so, while the other singles are out flappin' 'round the merge light this weekend, maybe I'll just slather me up with DEET and go forth to catch (and release) fireflies... :)
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