binzing said:
Damn was it rainy or what yesterday?
Did you check out the Ruins of Ooah, Om? They were this sweet band, had a drummer, harmonica player, and a didgeridoo player who ran his through effects, it was pretty cool.
Didn't go yesterday. No one posted that they were going until after I'd gone. There's no internet nor cell phone service where we camp. But yes, it was quite tricky taking down the tent in a monsoon rain storm.
I don't know if I heard the Ruins of Ooah. I mostly ate and shopped and ate and shopped and listened to random bands around the fair. Did you listen to the solo guy with the convex steel drum thing that sounded like a dulcimer? He played it with his hands. Like the rest of the crowd, I could not believe the quality of the sound and music coming from the device.
Integral said:
That is at the County fairs, along with the carnival and hawkers, the Oregon Country Fair is just different, perhaps it could be described as a mixture of a Renaissance fair and Mardi Gr as. I was last there about 20yrs ago, I felt that there had been some shift in the atmosphere. Now there is a bit of sexuality in the costumes, nudity is not necessarily sexual, but artful covering is.
I have to agree. I first went 20 years ago, but unlike you, I've gone every year since. The gang that first dragged me to the fair that first year were all dancing and having a great time at the main stage, when all of a sudden, as if on some cosmic cue, they all shed all of their clothes. I was like, "Ewe. Who wants to see a bunch of 50 year olds with their clothes off." But no one around seemed to bat an eye, so I did the same, and danced the day away.
Some of the pics I did not get are telling, there was a pair of fat 50+ ladies wearing only paint and nipple rings above the waist. like a train wreck, you didn't want to watch, but it was hard not to.
My friend asked me if I'd seen the bearded young lady. I told her I had. She said she was embarrassed that she had stared at her. I had also stared at her, and gave my analysis as to why we do that. Our minds seem to look for clues as to what something should be. And this young lady was so ambiguous as to be totally indeterminate. Is it a dude with boobs? Is it a lady with a beard? I think we decided that until we work up the nerve to ask her, we'll never know.
binzing said:
Um. That's what they cook the artichokes in, um, a pot. A smelly pot. Yah, that's it. It was a stinky old pot full of artichokes that you smelled...
