We once had a one-winged bird named Pancho in our little flock. He was magnificent. He battled “the cancer,” not the good kind. He was welcomed into our home, and stole everyone’s heart. The picture above is not Pancho, it’s Juvie a burrowing owl, but it illustrates the idea.

We learned that a one-winged bird really can capture and entrance the world. Overcoming his limitation made him one of a kind.

Yesterday’s show at Picnic Wine & Provisions was basically a one-winged version of whitewolfsonicprincess. It was a show of obstacles. Just three of us: Chuck playing an “old grandad” resonator guitar (vintage: 1934), I bashed away on my old Hohner acoustic, and the Lovely Carla sang and played various percussion instruments.

Carla was just getting over a nasty bug, she was masked, so you could barely hear her. The set was mostly songs we sing together. A short selection of old and new. We did not have microphones, we sat in chairs and played and sang our songs. It was a unique set of circumstances for sure.

We did a short set, opening for the always fabulous Flying Chaucers.

I thought we were a bit raw, (especially me) naked, unfinished, doing our thing in a beautiful setting. A clean, well-lighted room, a glamouroulsy big chandelier looming overhead, a grand and stately fireplace. We did our thing as best we could. You know, we always, always do try to bring it.

The audience seemed into it. It all made me flash back to our one-winged wonder. Despite the limitations, approaching the world with maximum heart & love. You have one wing, you can’t quite fly, you fall, roll around on the floor, but you get up and do your thing. You know, Pancho’s Way… – Jammer