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I collected another bone story today while tucked away in a cabin in the woods with friends, along the edge of the Yukon River, in West Dawson. The above recording was made with my phone while we were gathered, around banana pancakes, bacon, eggnog gelato, eggs and avocado. Also, chaga. One unexpected guest to the brunch party was Caveman Bill. Caveman Bill has lived in a cave across the river from Dawson City proper (as opposed to West Dawson) for quite some time. West Dawson is a remote community across the Yukon River from Dawson City, mostly wooded, and annually cut off from the rest of civilization in the spring and early winter. Those times are when the river is either in the process of freeze up or break up, and is therefore not passable by foot or by ferry. Evan and I hiked for about 45 minutes across the frozen river and through the woods to get to the cabin. We passed a massive shipwrecked steam paddler along the way and I climbed up to peek into the rusted furnace room, which reminded me of a place where children might be baked for breakfast.
This week, on Wednesday, will be mine and Evan's artist talk at the KIAC Ballroom, followed afterwards by a party at Macaulay House. Tuesday, I'm back at Robert Service School to teach some more gut work. Tomorrow night, a bonfire at some more friends' cabin. I've really started to see why, as the local tales go, people come up here for one reason or another, and end up just never leaving.
Above is another, the second of three recordings I made at Blair and Carly's cabin (the skinned squirrel was not part of brunch). Blair is doing vocals and guitar, while Rémi is on banjo doing accompanying vocals. All the assorted brunchers are talking in the background. Hold on with the Three Shades of Black recording, until about 1 minute in when it gets better with really nice harmonizing between Rémi and Blair, and a little bit less background conversation.
Carly. |
Evan and Rémi. |
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