Cancelled Charlie King/Prince Myshkin's Cd

Volume 46 No. 5 May 2020

CANCELLED CHARLIE KING/PRINCE MYSHKIN’S CD RELEASE CONCERT Boy, did we hate to cancel our March 19 concert in Madison! It’s such a great place to play: former home base for The Prince Myshkins; Andy’s home town; city where we’re most likely to run into our idols, Peter & Lou Berryman. I’ve been playing Madison for decades, from the Barrymore Theater to the Cardinal Bar to the Wil-Mar Center to Mike Tutens basement - always a wonderful crowd, always a singalong audience. So, we’ll be back!

We have quite a stack of our wonderful new recording (For The Record) to sell or barter - Madison was to be the premier CD release venue. We have a 3 week tour to re-construct. In the early days of the pandemic we set aside the last 2 weeks in October and the first week in November to re-book. We’ll see if that was overly optimistic. But it’s a just matter of time before we team up with Madfolk for a grand night of music Stay tuned.

Cheers, Charlie http://charlieking.org/

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We at Madfolk are trying to post some of them on our Face Book page each week. So if you part of the Social Media world of Face Book, please “like” the page for Madison Folk Music Society and keep watch here for some great music. Looking forward to the future where we can all gather in public for music again. Do not fear, but please stay here And don't you take your time Stay at home now everyone You know you wait too long ©2020 We must wash and clean things well Your mama will be gone Peter Berryman Cars, no long trips just for fun Don't let Covid virus spread Lots of folk songs are Reminder Songs, Hello Again Isolate yourself at home though this one is more a Warning Song: See your friends online instead Since there are no upcoming concerts to That's the healthy way to go oh oh oh Come all ye fair and tender ladies cover, Whither Zither has been asked to Be careful how you court young men reappear for an episode. Nice to be back! Which made me wonder how many Re- They're like a star on a summer's morning minder Songs exist that DON'T deal with They'll first appear and then they're gone My music partner Lou and I have received Covid-19. I think there are many. many inquiries asking if we have written a Speaking of old songs, I was curious about songs about the Coronavirus. Actually, we The first one that came to mind is Santa songs (or verses) written about the terrible did write a couple, but there have been SO Claus is Coming to Town, by John Fred- Spanish Flu of a hundred years ago, so I MANY better virus songs than ours (gone erick Coots and Haven Gillespie. I suppose looked up some newspapers issued during viral, ironically) that we've set ours aside. this could also be classified as a "Warning the worst of it in the autumn of 1918. This It's a thrill to see such a flourishing of online Song:" is from the Waukesha Freeman of October creativity. I wouldn't be surprised if there 31, 1918, no author listed: were thousands of Covid-19 songs on You better watch out YouTube as I write this mid-April. You better not cry Oh Spanish Flu, You better not pout I'm not for you, Neal Diamond has done a PSA for CBS I'm telling you why Although you may be something new, which is a take-off on Sweet Caroline: Santa Claus is coming to town For me the old style sneeze and cough, To such as them my hat I doff. Hands. Washing hands. Same with Teddy Bears' Picnic by Jimmy But you, you hoochy Spanish bug, Reaching out. Don't touch me. Kennedy and John W. Bratton: You land too heavy neath the lug; I won't touch you. Sweet Caroline... You may be up to date, and new, If you go down in the woods today But, Spanish Flu, I'm not for you. A song that many have sent me is the stri- You'd better go in disguise! dent Stay the Fuck at Home, lyrics by From another state, Everything's "Flu" Chris Franklin and music by Bob E. Kelly. A pleading Reminder Song is Button Up Now!, which appeared in the Bourbon There's The 12 Days of Quarantine by Your Overcoat (You Belong To Me) by News of Paris, KY, on October 22, 1918: Jeanine and David Ridenour. Ray Henderson (1896-1970), an amazing songwriter who also wrote Bye Bye Black- Got a little measly cold? Adam Sandler has a Covid-19 song on bird, Has Anybody Seen My Gal?, I'm Spanish Flu. YouTube. Bobby Burns has a punkish rap- Sittin' On Top of the World, Life is Just Do your bones feel stiff and sore? pish song with lines like "I can't even lick a a Bowl of Cherris, Animal Crackers In Spanish Flu. Is it energy you lack? public handrail anymore." There's I Miss My Soup, and many other standards: W Z American Life, a take-off by Melanie Wil- Have you stepped upon a tack

son on American Pie, And Fifty Ways to Button up your overcoat Got a crick in your back? f o r Catch Corona by Zack David. When the wind is free Spanish Flu. Take good care of yourself If your throat feels kinder raw M a y One I really like was created by the Kochi You belong to me

City Police in the state of Kerala, India. I Eat an apple every day Spanish Flu 2 0 think the language is Mayalam. Called the Get to bed by three... If you have a swollen jaw Kerala Police Viral Song / Covid-19 Bat- Spanish Flu tle / Awareness Song, with a great video Henderson also wrote the Reminder Song If your tooth is kinder achin' starring the Kochi City Police. Never Swat a Fly that I first heard sung by If an illness you are fakin' the Kweskin Jug Band years ago: If your knees are a-shakin' You can search for all these on YouTube. Spanish Flu... Just search for "covid song" and you get all Never swat a fly sorts of similar hits. He may love another fly I'll close with not a lyric but a letter to the He may sit with her and sigh editor of the Baraboo Weekly News from There are wacky covid songs, warning The way I do with you November 7 of 1918: songs, laments, uplifting "This too shall pass" songs, you name it. Songs for kids, There are blues Reminder Songs like I am still here and better than I was last for geezers, for teens, for everybody. Most Richland Woman, which is actually more spring. If the grip or "flu" does not get me, of them, I would say, are what you might of an Ultimatum Song: I may be here some longer, so please send call "Reminder Songs," like Shirley Ser- the paper as usual. -- Mrs. C.M. Ferris, Rut- ban's video parody of Do Re Mi: Hurry home sweet papa ledge Home, Chippewa Falls, WI. An open letter to the folk community from a newly-deemed non-essential folk- singer As I write this, it is the early days of deeper level, I just can’t grok it. (“Grok” Truth is, nobody has it easy these days. Spring in west Michigan. It’s the time being a hipster term coined by sci-fi I’d say we’re all in the same boat, but when folks are typically shaking off writer Robert Heinlein in his legend- we’re not, really. We are each in our their winter hibernation, rejoining na- ary 1961 novel, “Stranger in a Strange own little boat. Some are much smaller ture, face-timing with sunshine and Land.” To grok is to fully and deeply and leakier than others. A fleet of in- gathering together with friends & neigh- connect on all levels: with another per- dividual Noah’s arks adrift on a rising bors and planning travel to distant fam- son, a thing or an idea, feeling, or emo- tide. And it just keeps raining. But if you ily. What snow cover there is - like to- tion. Science fiction is morphing into should happen to find yourself floating night’s - is beautiful but fleeting. For science fact like never before. Each at an even keel sometime soon and many, Easter eggs would soon be scat- new day reminds me of yet another old would like to a little something to help tering lawns at the end of Lent. Twilight Zone episode.) out your favorite out-of-work musicians, the best way to do that is to buy some But in this Spring season everything is I get the idea of “together apart.” I get of their recordings. Either mail-order different. Everything. It is suddenly the the argument to “flatten the curve.” The some CDs or buy a download or two. time of quarantine, self-isolation, lock- plan is to avert an acute crisis by turning The streaming of our songs would be down and shut-in. Easter is cancelled. it into a manageable chronic condition no help. A million streams won’t equal Resurrection is postponed. - draw the illnesses out over time. But the proceeds of one CD sale, which it- I just can’t comprehend the actuality of self doesn’t amount to all that much - For my friends & family, fans and all it all, and what it will be like when and the going price of a pack of jumbo toilet others who may now stumble upon this if we open our doors and meet again paper. page, or un-earth it in the future while - and finally exchange our stockpiled combing archives, my true wish is that cooties. I can’t fathom it! (“Fathom,” You say you already own all the CDs you are all healthy, and your loved ones as you might recall, is traditionally the your favorite musician has made? Well, are safe and well. That may sound like measure of an average man’s spread then, bless your heart, and thanks! a corny platitude, but I don’t mean it so. arms, fingertip to fingertip. It rounds out Maybe consider buying one as a gift for (My sense of irony waxes and wanes to six feet. Which is the distance apart an old friend, now shut-in? Think of it these days.) What I want to express we are now to keep. And is the distance as a few shillings tossed into the virtual here today are my sincere thoughts on under the ground we are trying to avoid. guitar case of a lonesome busker on where we are - and where I am - in this Hey, there’s my sense of irony again!) the virtual street corner. very strange time of global pandemic. What’s a poor boy to do? For now, As for my part, I intend in these next My first response is extreme frustration. I’m just following instructions, staying few weeks to get my laptop’s seeing- As a performing musician these past 49 put, visiting the grocery store intermit- eye fired up and record some songs years - and a folk singer at that - I can tently in hopes of discovering a freshly here in my home office to throw up on recall those many times of sudden cri- re-stocked shelf of necessities before my YouTube channel - for free, without sis when I took to the stage for no pay, the zombie-shoppers can pick it clean ads. The new simpler URL for my You- alone or with many other musicians, to again. I play music and sing every day Tube channel is https://www.youtube. benefit an urgent cause for relief. At a here at home, as does my wife. Keep- com/c/joelmabusmusic and while there moment’s notice, we would raise mon- ing in musical shape, rehearsing for un- you can subscribe to my channel with a ey for the hurt and homeless, victims booked gigs far in the un-certain future, click – again, for free. By subscribing of disaster or disease, orphans of war, while all the up-coming gigs get can- you will be automatically notified every or the beleaguered first responders. I celled. Playing music keeps me sane. time I post a new song, averaging once am talking about local benefit concerts. Singing the very old songs is a big help, a week or so. Sometimes we raised more conscious- too. I might not sing them all that well, ness than coin, but it was always about but it’s the singing takes me home. With that, I’ll sign off for today. Not the community coming together. Music much more to be said: Hang in there. heals. Togetherness heals. The laying Someday, hopefully sooner rather Keep a stiff upper lip. God bless us on of hands heals. That belief is in my than later, the politicians in charge will everyone. There’s no place like home. bones. move some financial relief to the folks And, as Pete Seeger would always end newly unemployed because of this im- his letters, “Take it easy, but take it!” But like most Americans - and many posed self-internment. The talk is going more around the world - this Sunday around that they just might even toss Joel Mabus evening, I am securely “sheltered in a bone to gig-economy musicians like March 22, 2020 place” behind closed doors, yet oddly me this time. I’m not holding my breath. http://www.joelmabus.com at-sea with my situation. My intellect We have never been included in the can understand the authority’s need to unemployment tax & benefit scheme restrict my daily interactions, the lock- before, no matter what the disaster. down on my human contact. But on a Migration Stories - m ward anti- records - 2020

“Torch,” with its repeated line “heart would suggest. beats in rhythm to its own,” timpani arrhythmia, and what may be a ghost And like a good dream, Migration (or an angel?) offering a journey of the Stories leaves you with a lingering soul, is one of the deeper moments. pleasant feeling, even if you can’t quite That journey links back to opening remember the details. track “Migration Stories.” Murky and subdued, lyrics like “sailing on past space and time, that’s how I’ll get back to you,” hint at otherworldly voy- ages. “Heaven’s Nail and Hammer” Mad Folk News is published monthly by the answers the question of what lies Madison Folk Music Society, a non-proﬁt, beyond. Forget a harp and halo, volunteer-led society dedicated to fostering Review by Kiki Schueler “You get a hard hat, silver hammer folk music in the Madison area. and steel toe boots,” and use those At a time when most of us aren’t Contact us at [email protected] issued tools to nail holes in the sky. about concerts, membership, scholarships, leaving our homes save for an occa- There’s something in Ward’s voice, and volunteer opportunities at sional anxiety-ridden trip to the gro- and the angelic chorus behind it, cery store, leaving the country is the that makes it sound like something www.madfolk.org. furthest thing from our minds. Which to look forward to. www.facebook.com/pages/Madison-Folk- makes M Ward’s Migration Stories a Music-Society/34497984835 welcome diversion, and it’s even more The oater classic “Along the fantasy fueled than his records usually Santa Fe Trail,” written for the 1940 Madison Folk Music Society Board are. The stories that informed Ward’s movie Santa Fe Trail, may seem tenth release evolved from tales of an unlikely choice of a cover, but DarleneBuhler...... President,Concerts, travel from TV and newspapers, from Ward makes it his own. And in do- Advertising family and friends. He’s taken those ing so uncovers a different song. images and half-remembered stories His version is ethereal, and surpris- 225-0710~ [email protected] and woven them into a surreal collec- ingly up tempo, doing away with PegMichel….…...... Treasurer tion of songs, where very little actu- the traditional clip clop rhythm. 831-1876 ~ [email protected] ally speaks to exodus. The result he Never fear, he saved it for his own Tracy Comer ...... Membership & Web Site describes as “11 largely instrumental composition, “Coyote Mary’s Trav- 729-4498 ~ [email protected] ballads - a sci-fi fast forward to a more eling Show.” With its last roundup NorbertWodke…...... …Secretary silent night many generations from rhythm and empty saddles guitar, 849-3510 ~ [email protected] here to a maybe-era where movement it wouldn’t have sounded out of is free again.” And while that doesn’t DedeGoldberg...... Newsletter place on a Sons of the Pioneers re- distribution make much sense to me, it may explain lease. Even by M Ward standards, 246-4332 ~ [email protected] a little bit of what goes on in Ward’s Stories is a mellow record, which head. is why “Unreal City” almost sounds Neil Morris...... Newsletter like an outtake from a previous editor Positioned to close out each side effort. It still doesn’t quite break 358-5855 ~ [email protected] of the vinyl, two of the songs here are a sweat, but it might be the only Meg Skinner.………...... Scholarships actually instrumentals, track five “Ste- track to get your toes tapping. 238-6950 ~ [email protected] vens’ Snow Man” and album closer “Rio There’s even a brief guitar solo(!). Ron Dennis …...... …...... ………. Drone.” That fact initially escaped me, Even though the first exists in the (608)228-5472 ~ [email protected] despite having listened to the record aftermath of a bombing and the many times before sitting down to second is referring to the cham- write this. The former pauses several bers of the heart, “Real Silence” times, as though the words are just and “Chamber Music” are as peace- about to start, while the latter feels like ful and dreamlike as their titles a coda to the track before it. That song,

If you are on Facebook, please consider (if you have not already) “friending” or is it “liking” this page. Then when you are on this page you can invite others to “like” this page. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Madison-Folk-Music-Society/34497984835 My Highway Home © 2020 Joe Jencks, Turtle Bear Music ‘Til A Tear Becomes A Rose: A Tribute to John Prine Jehoshaphat, was a radical cat ing the genuine experiences of living concert, and his recordings were reg- Fell off the roof today a full life on your own terms, for the ular companions in my car for years. Well they say he fell but I could tell fabricated and curated experiences On long road-trips as my career pro- He did himself away that mass media was trying to sell us. gressed, I would bring John along for Well his eyes weren’t bright They have gotten very good at ped- the ride. When my head was full of Like they were the night dling those images and ideas in the too much news, too many worries, too We played checkers on the train interim, and John Prine, well he just many thoughts to unscramble, I would God bless his soul, he was a tootsie- kept getting better at pointing out the put on Prine’s Great Days anthology roll solemnity and the folly of it all. in particular, and sing along with ev- But he’s a dead cat just the same I remember the first time I saw Prine ery song. Each one illuminating some in concert. It was a co-bill with Arlo different aspect of the human experi- This first stanza of poetry from John Guthrie at the Coronado Theater, in ence. Each song giving us one more Prine’s song, Living In The Future has Rockford, IL. I was enthralled. I could way to turn the object we were look- always felt like it summed up some- not have been older than 14. And it ing at and see it through his eyes, and thing of his writing for me. Rooted in was one of those moments when my from a different perspective. Beat Poetry and the indelible rhythm life’s calling was grabbing my hand, of the words, deeply connected to and running full tilt toward the future. There’s a hole in Daddy’s arm where the great philosophers of global his- I knew I wanted to do that for a living. all the money goes tory, and still asking existential ques- I knew I wanted to be a part of that And Jesus Christ, died for nothing I tions, Prine’s whimsical, seemingly world, the world of people who sing suppose absurdist poetry can at times feel in- and write and travel, and who don’t tentionally obtuse. And yet, the more always do what their told, and who Sam Stone is a song I did not come you listen, the more you hear. And the get away with it. Sometimes. I did not to fully appreciate until I started volun- music is so squarely rooted in Roots, want to grow up to work at a factory teering to write songs with military vet- Rockabilly, Americana, Folk, and older or a business. I wanted to get on that erans, eight years ago. It was only then Appalachian songs. The combination tour bus, and see the world. The cir- that the struggles of addiction in the of influences and original style that cus had come to town, and I wanted Veteran’s community became more came to define John Prine is decep- to join up and be one of the “Carnies” personal for me, along with the chal- tively complex for a man who tried to who helped make the magic happen! I lenges of reintegration after deploy- convince the world of how simple he wanted to make music, and do it well. ment. And I am sad to say that Prine was. And for many of us, his music I hung on every word. Arlo told tapped into the universal with that par- was and remains part of the treasured great stories and sang The Ballad of ticular song, in a tragic and beautiful soundtrack of our lives. Reuben Clamzo. It remains the one way. I did not know Sam Stone when I was 13 years old the first time I and only Clam Shanty I know. What a I was 15. But I do now. And it’s Sheila played at an open mic in Rockford, IL. story teller. I would go on to become Stone too, in an era of greater integra- I played a song I had learned off of an friends with Pete Seeger, Utah Phil- tion. That song still speaks to a lot of Arlo Guthrie album, I’ve Just Seen A lips, Holly Near, and many other musi- Column continued on next page Face (which I later found out had been cians who all had a profound influence Joe Jencks is 20-year veteran of written by The Beatles) and I played on my work, and whom I got to see as the international Folk scene, an award John Prine’s Spanish Pipedream a younger, aspiring artist. I even met winning songwriter and vocalist, and a (Blow Up Your TV). I learned that one Arlo on a few occasions at festivals we contributing writer to numerous pub- lications. His column My Highway from my older brother John. He was were both playing, later in my career. Home is a recent addition to the Mad- a huge John Prine fan. And Blow Up But I never got to talk with John Folk newsletter. For more information Your TV, was one of the songs I grew Prine. I just shook his hand briefly at please visit: www.joejencks.com. up hearing regularly along with Para- the music table, when I was 14. I was dise (Daddy won’t you take me back not even prepared with a Sharpie to Joe Jencks continues to host a monthly radio show called My Highway to Muhlenberg County…) and Illegal get him to sign the album I bought. Home on the new Folk Music network – Smile. But I remember that handshake. He Folk Music Notebook. This show fea- I am absolutely sure I was not quite looked me squarely in the eye, shook tures interviews with people Joe meets getting the nuances of either of the my hand firmly, and paused just long in his extensive travels along with music by many artists from the big tent that songs I was singing that night. But I enough for me to really make eye con- is Folk Music. Tune in on the first Mon- knew there was depth in each, and tact. I said, “Thanks for the concert!” day of the month at 9:00 PM ET/ 6:00 that both songs spoke to me far more He winked at me and was on to the PM PT. And rebroadcast on the follow- deeply than most of the stuff the ra- next person. But he took the time, ing Sundays at 1:00 PM ET / 10:00 AM dio was trying to peddle to teenagers even a moment, to actually connect PT. Several past episodes are archived through Folk Music Notebook includ- in 1985. Blow Up Your TV really did with a kid who was filled with dreams ing shows about the Kerrville Folk Fes- invite me to consider the very nature and illusions, hopes and determina- tival, Old Songs Festival, The Great of commercialism, consumerism, ma- tion. And that one moment of valida- Labor Arts Exchange, Ireland, and an terialism, and the ways in which I was tion was all that I needed. interview with Sonny Ochs. growing up in an era that was dismiss- I saw John a couple more times in Listen in online via: www.folkmusicnotebook.com people who are struggling. his people. Campbell also notes in his them sometimes. You have to live with All of John’s songs somehow re- observations of the heroic themes that yourself. That’s true as a nation too. main relevant. Even when they were unite global mythology, that the hero is And the allegorical nature of this song minted for a specific time. The songs always and forever changed by what as an anti-war statement didn’t really reach across the years and into our has been learned and experienced. hit me until I was 19, and a freshman in hearts because while Prine tried to And that in this apotheosis, the hero is college, and the US sent more young pass himself off as an “Awe shucks…” never again fully a part of the world in people off to war again, this time into kind of guy, he was in fact a creative the same way. The hero cannot return the Persian Gulf. genius. John Prine was also a hu- to life as it was. Prine’s song titles alone, are nar- manitarian of the first order, filled with John Prine was one who allowed ratives: Come Back To Us Barbara empathy and compassion. And in the himself to be changed by the world. Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard. Yes space that resided between his mind He did not cling with self-righteous- I Guess They Ought To Name A Drink and creativity and heart, existed a ness to preconceived notions of who After You. Your Flag Decal Won’t Get forge wherein timeless ideas poured he himself was. In fact, he stalwartly You Into Heaven Anymore. He Was In molten-hot, flowing into the molds of accepted change, loss of control, at Heaven Before He Died. Sabu Visits human suffering and triumph. times his own frailty, and kept making The Twin Cities Alone. That’s The Way John never made any bones about music. He was a man and a poet, on a That The World Goes ‘Round. The his own struggles, personal challeng- journey of exploration and transforma- Speed of The Sound of Loneliness. es, shortcomings and many failures. tion, ever willing to make light of his Let’s Talk Dirty In Hawaiian. Jesus, He wrote about them, told stories own mistakes and shortcomings. And The Missing Years. about them, and used art to transform there is magic in the way he made us Hello In There, Souvenirs, and An- suffering into wisdom. I have no doubt all feel a little better about ourselves gel From Montgomery remain among that somewhere in the world, there as he did it. He gave us all permission my favorite of John’s more thoughtful are people who feel like John failed to be just a little more human, a little songs, but who can pick? The only them in some way, and for whom for- more gentle with each other, and with thing harder than coming up with a list giveness of his ever-present humanity our own inescapable imperfections. of my favorite John Prine songs, would was or remains difficult. And I have no In his song The Great Compromise, be to compile a list of the John Prine doubt that there was genuine sadness John Prine wrote about a relationship songs I hate. and contrition in his own heart, for the that went south. He wrote about being times when he was not able to be the a young man, and driving his sweetie Ummm… Right. None. man he wanted to be in this world. to the drive-in movies. While he’s off to But on balance, for anyone he may get concessions, she hops in the car Maybe I will write a book but for now, have wronged, he did so much right of another fellow. I just want to acknowledge that one and decent and good in his life. And he of the most nuanced, most complex, inspired countless people to play mu- I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory most substantive writers and humans sic, to own the emotions present in his And awake by the dawns early light in the world of music, has left us. And songs as if they had penned it them- But much to my surprise when I we all feel the loss in our own ways. selves. John Prine was simply one of opened my eyes And the fact that his death comes in the finest songwriters I ever heard with I was a victim of the great compromise the midst of (and as a result of) Co- my own two ears. And I know a lot of vid-19, prevents us from gathering in songwriters. He was honest in his art. Well you know I could have beat up towns and cities, clubs, bars, coffee Uncomfortably so. His song about the that fellow houses, and concert halls across the murders at Lake Marie in Illinois (an But it was her that had hopped into world to honor John, by singing his event that happened in my childhood his car songs in person. But he left us with and was in the news for weeks) talked Many times I’d fought to protect her an amazing legacy. And I know we will about the fact that in black and white But this time she was goin’ too far keep singing his songs until we our- pictures, blood looks like shadows. Now some folks they call me a coward selves are destined for other shores. Not unlike Leonard Cohen, Prine ‘Cause I left her at the drive-in that was in touch with his “shadow side,” as night Please don’t bury me, down in the Carl Jung described it. And as Joseph But I’d druther have names thrown at cold, cold ground Campbell defines the hero’s journey in me I’d rather that they cut me up and pass his book “The Hero with a Thousand Than to fight for a thing that ain’t right me all around Faces,” Prine was on a heroic journey Throw my brain in a hurricane, the throughout his whole life. From pover- As a teenager, John’s lyrics taught blind can have my eyes ty to postman to poet to internationally me in one fell swoop that we should The deaf can have both of my ears if acclaimed troubadour, his life was a choose our battles wisely. And that they don’t mind the size heroic journey in the most archetypal what some people define as power, as sense. Campbell says that the hero proper manhood, maybe isn’t. Maybe Thank you, John. You were a friend must be transformed by the experi- throwing a punch isn’t the way you to a whole lot more people than you ence of being in the world and on the preserve your dignity. Maybe some- knew. May Paradise await you, like it journey, and bring sacred and mysti- times walking away with a clean con- was before Peabody hauled it away. cal knowledge of what lies beyond science is worth more in the end than the veil of the known world, back to what people think of you. You only see "WHEN IS MY RENEWAL DUE?" (Hint: It is NOT the date on the mailing label!) Madison Folk Music Society Nonproﬁt Org The date shown on the mailing label is NOT your membership expiration date! U.S. Postage There has been some confusion lately, and we apologize for that. P.O. 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