the sound: Minnie Riperton – Loving You, AC/DC – It’s a Long Way to the Top, Paul McCartney & Wings – Let Me Roll It, The O’Jays – I Love Music, Hall and Oates – Sarah Smile, Olivia Newton John – Angel Eyes, Billy Preston – Nothing from Nothing, Helen Reddy – I am Woman, Tony Orlando & Dawn – Tie a Yellow Ribbon, Rush – In The Mood, Barry White – My First My Last My Everything
There’s a huge barn/garage to the left, peeling red paint and triple sliding doors, with a hay loft door open above…and there’s more bikes and old cars and trucks in different stages of repair than I can count at a glance.
There are more people than I’d expected to see and dead ahead of us is some kind of race track, in a field marked dead centre by a huge flat top boulder the size of a small car.
Along the right side of the tree line there are numerous tents and cabanas, cars, trucks and trailers and with people milling about. At a glance I see, canvas tarps, and clothes lines, and a couple of fire pits, I smell smoke and bacon fat, all of which make me think of a “gypsy” camp from those bodice rippers/fantasy books Mike used to say I had a lien towards.
To the left of the barn/garage there’s an old red clapboard farm house…more than a little worse for the wear. The garage/barn is in much better repair. It sits on a little rise, there’s a cement pad like drive up to the huge open sliding doors in front. It too is red, but newer and has what looks to be a brand spanking new red metal roof.
I can glimpse through the open barn doors to see more tool boxes than you’d usually see at the hardware store, there’s pulley’s hanging from the ceiling, an old fashioned coke a cola machine, and the ever present music.
To the left and slightly behind the farm house there is a huge old oak tree and I spot some other rather dilapidated old buildings and shacks behind them. Running free everywhere, there’s chickens and the occasional pig…and goats, about 30 small goats noisy goats.
As BarnYard pulls up in front of the old house a group of people begin to move towards us from all over the “farm”. BarnYard and Boomer hop out and BarnYard advises as I should “get my arse up and meet people”.
[ok kiddies..another note from Wyz….don’t be surprised if this stops for a while…I think I’m getting the blahs…besides…I ain’t even sure anyone’s reading the damn thing anymore…and sometimes all this remembering isn’t pretty over here….so…don’t be surprised~I’m just sayin]