Friday nights and the music of Floyd are subjects of many of the photos and films shot over our last 15 years in and around the area.
The Friday Night Jamboree, of course, is a focus because of its international draw and prominence on Virginia’s Crooked Road and the music that spills out onto the street adds to the charm of the evenings during Spring, Summer and fall months.
While going through the past 15 years of photos, I have found many images that I like and feel are favorites.
Here are a few. We have many more and I’m trying to create a better file system to gather such photos into viewable archives viewed by future generations who visit the area and study the musical culture of the area.
These photos are part of a continuing effort to make this photos, along with videos shot during the same period, something that will help portray an era available long after we are gone from this third rock from the sun.
To recall the words of The Grateful Dead:
“Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.”*
I know and understand that some folks don’t care for me or what I write. I can understand that, but I also hope any and all can understand that we love this area. It was home during my high school days and is home now in our final days. We came here in 2004 because we needed to. We stay because we want to.
As Jerry Garcia, Phillip Lesh, Robert C. Hunter and Robert C. Hunter also wrote in one of our favorite songs of The Dead (Truckin’):
Truckin’, I’m a goin’ home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin’ on.*