When Kevin Danzig dragged a stool to center stage, sat down and kicked off his shoes, adjusted the mic and rechecked the tuning of his guitar, a good vibe brightened the June morning and rippled across the shady hillside in front of Resurrection stage. Ken Keller with his half-scale standup bass pulled up a chair near Kevin and patted out a little rhythm with his bare feet, one hand on the neck and the other poised and ready to slap some bottom. Easy smiles on both their faces as they shared a look and–count one, two, three, four–rolled into the chords and notes of their first song. Kevin’s voice was smooth and clear like a drink of cold water on a hot summer day.
And by noon it was really hot and when the clouds didn’t roll in with some breezes and shade, Kevin and Kenny took a break and we did a little ad lib and moved the music inside under the air conditioner. Didn’t miss a beat. And we brought the show to a beautiful good-time finish for the first brief season of Resurrection at Waterhole Branch.
The crowd loved it and Kevin and Kenny won their affection and applause. The last song was like a reluctant goodbye between friends, and left a promise for our continued celebration of words, sung and spoken, music and literature, in the coming autumn season.
Thank you to everyone present today. And, as we Southerners like to say, Y’all come back now, here! See you around the first of October.