This is the time I took no pictures because it was 3 in the morning and Donnie had just gotten to the Farm from his Mayfest gigs in Tulsa. I had gone to the camper because there was no campfire action. About 1 minute into our conversation a tour bus pulls up and starts to try to park, being that this is a rural setting there is no tour bus parking out there as many of you know from when other buses have tried unsuccessfully to park at weird hours and all three different jurisdiction cops come out to hassle them.
Anyway, the bus doors open and several guys come hooping and hollering "The Farm! Wake up motherfuckers, we are here... WOOOHOOOO" lol
About 2 minutes later the camper door slams open and in total darkness someone climbs in the bed... it is Steve Littleton who hugs on Donnie, says hi to me and climbs out... Next in is Stoney, who body slams himself into the bed and starts in with a million questions to "Woodhead" He tells him to get out of bed and come to the fire with him and Donnie says " I am not in bed, I'm here talking to my wife, I just got here"
"Who?" Stoney
"My Wife." Donnie
"Who?" Stoney
"My Wife." Donnie
"Who?" Stoney
"Bridget Wood, my wife." Says Donnie.
"Oh, I didn't know she had a name" Stoney.
REALLY?
Climb in bed with me and you had better say my name.
"SAY MY NAME BITCH!"
(While irritated at the butthead for being a butthead, "say my name bitch" does not refer to him as a bitch. It just fits right here and I can't resist.)
Lol
(but)
That's why he doesn't get a picture.
We stayed at the fire until the sun came up. Stoney had the singular purpose of coming all that way to sing some Bob Songs at the campfire and giving him some respect which is what he did. It honestly was one of the more pure moments at the Farm and as much as he rubs me the wrong way sometimes I appreciated the genuine emotion that he expressed.
I don't know how I stayed up all night, all I can say is the energy at The Farm is really something special.
