Big Muddy
Folk Festival


Friday evening
Roger Netherton
Lee Murdock
Mike Gentry
Matthew Olwell & John Skelton
Cathy Barton & Dave Para

Saturday evening
Howard Marshall & John Williams
Andrew Calhoun
Kate MacLeod & Kat Eggleston
Storefront Congregation
Saturday Open Mike
Tilly Tyrell

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Big Muddy Folk Festival
Boonville, Missouri
April 4-5, 2014

Andrew Calhoun

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Fred's family lived in a condo, across the tracks from high school
Free period, we'd be up there drinkin' tea -happy memory
Fred's mother lived in a bathrobe, and frowned more than she spoke
She'd emerge on rare occasions for coffee and a smoke
Fred's brother lived in his bedroom, without much to feed his soul
But a couple thousand 45's, and a love for rock and roll
Fred said he'd been suicidal, and he had a rare affliction
With no moisture to his body, he used lotion by the carton
Fred's brother used so much lotion, of this one special brand
That each year they sent a company pen, to thank the nation's dryest man

Fred's Dad bought a little farm, a bet for better days
Where we cleared out box elder trees for a week of summer days
When we finished high school, all their kids were grown
Fred's Dad moved his quiet wife out to that quiet farm

Fred's Mom was long recovered, and his brother, twenty-seven
Set to marry his first girlfriend, a nineteen year old woman
They offered thirty dollars, I thought it quite a thing
To mark the priceless honor of singing at the wedding
And so they came to walk between new and old family
And stood in humble joy before the minister and me
But I recoil to recall the twisted things he said
His words flowed on like oily snakes that rent the air and fled
And he could quote the words of Paul, and Jesus' death and rise
But he could not see the holy thing that stood before his eyes
He told them where the spirit lived, he warned them how it moved
As if true love, the miracle, could somehow be improved
I saw the bride's glad shining eyes glaze over and go dull
The groom stood grey and vacant now where late his heart was full
But something more than anger caused my voice to ring
And gave me breath to sing their song, better than I can sing
And when my part was over, all praises to the muse
It wasn't just the old folks that were crying in the pews

Fred's brother lives in Wisconsin, four children to his wife
He still has to put on lotion every morning of his life