Sundays here at the Imperial Dam LTVA is music day at the ramada. That’s what they call the open sided shelter just ’round the bend from South Mesa and up the road from The Gravel Pit, two of the camping areas here.
Festivities start at 1:30 P.M. I arrived a little late and things were already in full swing… perhaps I should say full country because mostly that’s what was played and country don’t swing. Not that I have anything against country music, mind you. I don’t. I have quite a bit of it in my music library and I enjoy listening to it. I like the stories that are told. It’s not frenetic and you can hear the words unlike so much rock and pop. The musicianship on some of it is second to none and I love listening to the twang of the Fender Telecaster guitar and the melodic glissandos of the pedal steel guitar, sometimes called Hawaiian guitar. On long drives out in the middle of nowhere I’ve been known to put on some country music, sing along and cry while drivin’ down that long lonesome road.
I didn’t know what to expect at the ramada. What I found was an audience of maybe 75 people and a group of musicians almost as large. OK, well, there weren’t really that many musicians, but there were at least 15, mostly sporting guitars, but there were a couple bass guitars, a dulcimer, a harmonica and a mandolin. I don’t know how things are organized other than that this is all put together by “citizens” of the LTVA, mostly senior citizens I might add.
The music, as stated, was mostly in the country vein. Different folks got up to sing and there was jovial wise-cracking that elicited laughter. One old-timer hobbled up to the mic with his guitar and said he could use some help with the next song from the youngsters in the group. One called out “how can we help?” and without missing a beat the old-timer replied “hold me up!”
I hung around the ramada for an hour or so enjoying the music and every bit as much the fact that all these folks had come together for the afternoon just for the fun of it. I sang some harmonies to myself and swayed to the soft country sounds. As to the quality of the music itself? It just didn’t matter somehow, I think because it was really about folks getting together to have a good time.
You have been reading Part Two in the series Exploring My New “Home”, Imperial Dam LTVA. Links to other installments:
Part One: Exploring My New “Home”, Imperial Dam LTVA
Part Three: Hey Handsome!
Part Four: A Sheep In Wolve’s Clothing
Part Five: Katy Perry Live at the LTVA?
I have also written a Boondocking Report on the Imperial Dam LTVA, here.
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