Driving to The 2011 4th Annual Great Big Yam Potatoes

May 13^th May 2011 southbound Big Yam Potatoes …    ”expecting five feet of water in their living room from the Yazoo River,” convicts filling sandbags around the state, talk of levees holding and apparently ultimate authority residing with the US Army Corp of Engineers announcement of the Meraganza Spillway to be opened to reduce flooding in Baton Rouge, either way it’s a good day if you are a delta catfish…”gonna swim outa heah, although could end up flapping in some soy bean or cotton field, either way Father Noah’s  water we will be awash in;”  hence the title the Mighty Mississippi.

America, that beautiful word when pronounced with your breath, has a phonetic sound of awe and inspiration even pride, evidence how this word incanted at Ellis Island, they couldn’t speak English, yet this word is a pronouncement-A M E RI CA; and American rivers have created our legacy as a country.  Mark Twain, Mississippi River pilot, Robert Gray discover of the Columbia River Inlet, Benedict Arnold crossing the St. Lawrence, George Washington on the Delaware while Heussins took there Christmas sleep.

Yam we must-carry on, our spirits dampened and rising too.  Give the Fiddler a Dram, this weekend give the Fiddler a Yam.  Accepting all Yams.  The contour map line ran right through 240 feet at Historic Jefferson College six miles from Natchez.   Everyone acquiring a floodwater state of mind, tourist flocking, watch the river in is flood stage drawn in as the moon waxes in silent grandeur.  Our river is  playing its own fiddle, its own melody of abundance.  Homochitto River looks placid and tame in Quentin as I pass it and also I too am drawn to see the display of power from the Natchez Bluffs.

Great Big Yam Pilgrims, 4^th Annual gathering and we have our own river Ganges flooding, perhaps we should float offerings at midnight while an old time sonata rhapsody embraces the ether of our senses, Sojourners & Yammers all, rosin thy stick and let the varnish & spruce clear your path least you stumble..

We are t’weeen the Vernal Equinox and the Solstice and the air flow profoundly southern, countering the currents of the swollen Mississippi centering the Big Yam Gathering at a harmonic node of favorable (EA R’) air.  In fact it is hot dry humid and cool all the same time, just like now Edden Hammond’s Washington March playing as I pass the road sign declaring Washington 15 miles.  Tour de force Edden’s march with ambient foot stomping and the guitar banking the cadence of the march, but few march these days, it is just a month.  Bring back marching and Yams, let’s march for yams or play for yams.  A new currency standard as it once was.  Yams will get you through, which is the meaning I derive from the title of the recording.  Plant your own.  Dig your own, self-reliant here in America.  Grow yams play fiddle-our hero John Alexander Brown in the rich photos of him, that is exactly who he is with his pants legs wet and soggy and muddy over big work boots, comes from the fields and plays his fiddle for us.

Driving to The 2012 Great Big Yam Potatoes