On a hot, sunny evening in the valley we sat on smelly folding lawn chairs we should have replaced years ago but I didn’t know until just then that they were smelly, as if they’d been stored in a dark, dank basement for years. Now I know.
To the east loomed a flat-top mountain, reaching five-thousand-plus feet above us. Sheer cliffs to the south and west obscured another horizon but promised to hide the sun in just a little while. To the north and stretching toward Utah, more cliffs hid the high desert that reached beyond to wherever.
Strangers and friends arrived with their own smelly chairs and straw hats and camera phones and smiles, and attitudes and opinions on their tees and skins, and expectations of reliving something of the past that just would not fade away. An hour on, maybe more, it happened in this place by the river where we sat surrounded by the world and now by sound.
Boz Scaggs was at Las Colonias Park, Grand Junction, Colorado.
It’s not really over, but I’m sorry you missed it.
The Smith Compound 
How lovely to hear live music in such beautiful surroundings- in a safe environment during a pandemic. I thought I was pretty clear eyed about the ills of our society. But I’ve learned so much in the past few years about the depravity of people.
Anyway, I miss you
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We’re looking forward to more shows outdoors. And lunches at the Mesa Lab seem so long ago now…
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