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Sunday, October 02, 2005

Dali Parton

No True Margit gigs today--but the music plays on and on. Chris Dingman is here at Absolutely True Sound working on his excellent CD of excellent songs. But I gotta call it & skedaddle at 4 pm....and why?

DOLLY PARTON is playing at the Bluegrass Festival in Golden Gate Park!

...and I say: yee haw

Sarah, David & I drive up to the Richmond district and circle the avenues. NOWHERE TO PARK & WE ARE MISSING DOLLY!

Sarah keeps threatening to drop us off and find us later. NO! We three are a team. Dolly together or not at all! We finally find a spot right on Fulton & 40th---kinda far from the frontlines. But just then along comes the 5 Fulton bus & we hop on. We get off at 30th Ave and, lo! we can hear Dolly Parton laughing! We run in to the park. It is a massive crush of humans. We climb up the side of a hill and kneel under the eucalypti. We get the occasional glimpse of her sequins sparkling bluely through the leaves. There are folk clinging from trees, lined up against the chainlink fence, folk lighting up sweet smelling cigarettes.

Dolly comments, "Why, there's so much pot smoke I'm getting high up here!" She introduces their closing song, IMAGINE (her new single)."If only the world could get along the way we are here today--maybe they all need to smoke more dope!"

Dolly's talking about smoking weed. She's singing IMAGINE ! The late afternoon sunlight slants sideways across Speedway Meadow over a mass of arms waving to the rhythm of Lennon's lyrics. Tears somehow collect near my eyeballs.

This is not exactly the girl I remember from growing up in east Tennessee...that was Dolly from the Cas Walker Show and such. She was always a firecracker of course. She always had that great laugh...

& Now she's our Golden Gate Park Dolly! Surreal! Wonderful! Dolly--I hardly know thee. You rock my world.

3 Comments:

Blogger Kevin said...

Ah, I love that Dolly becomes a different Dolly when she's not near Knoxville.

Could you imagine her extolling the virtues of potsmoking in Pigeon Forge? I can't.

I wish I could have gone, but we had several generations of Olsen descending upon us for Maxwell's 4th birthday.

Tue Oct 04, 11:48:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Margrit said...

Yes! in Pigeon Forge it's all about catfish, hushpuppies, and 3-inch plastic Smokey Mountain black bears.

...happy birthday Maxwell..!

Wed Oct 05, 10:59:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Margrit said...

...and molasses

Wed Oct 05, 10:59:00 PM PDT  

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