Ian Moore

Anyone an outboard expert? Was checking compression and have a dead cylinder. Can’t afford a new motor, so gonna try to figure this one out! At minimum gonna have to replace a piston and probably rebore a cylinder, but could use some tips from folks that actually know what they are doing

As a kid, the shows I saw had a magic that went way beyond the performance. My memory of early soap creek and armadillo is a communion born out of community and a reverence for the unique language of this music that everyone circled around. I’ve been trying to find that energy my whole life and I’ve had moments, always when community dominated and that material hype feeling was far away.
I knew this would be an important show. I am so proud of my kids for forging their paths, and I had also spent a lot of time writing these short stories that joleen could read. I knew having and would bring a great deal of magic, and that bringing would do the same

Every show is a challenge for me right now. Just to sing takes everything aligning, so when I got a nasty cold 2 days before I felt this heavy darkness creeping in. I tried not to think about it, as I was so excited to have everyone up.
At Soundcheck I literally couldn’t make a sound. I sat in a dark room with my head over a steamer for hours, and I was going really dark. The fact that I was so stuck in my own s**t while I knew my kids were needing their dad to be there- that felt like a ton of bricks.

When the show started, I walked sidestage, and watching the kids up there, revealing themselves in such beautiful ways, was like a key. I started weeping and it opened everything up. It was just so beautiful. And then I looked out in the room, knowing how many of our community were there, how many friends had come in.. and then joleen read the first story-she said the line “the people who needed to be here would be here” and we walked out.

My voice was barely there, but it didn’t matter because the room was open, and the very fragility of it all was where the grace lay.
I had planned to end on the song I wrote for Molly, joleen’s mom, and Warren graciously sang it as my voice would not, and the room sang along..

This is all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care about any of the other stuff. That connection.. that magical stuff that we pull in the marriage of music and community. It is truly the greatest magic we have.

Thank you to you all