Dagnabit (‘scuse me fer cussin’, Mom), I missed the Woodstock Music and Art Festival again. First time was Aug. 15-18, 1969, 56 years ago, on Max Yasgur’s dairy farm in Bethel, N.Y. Seems I missed it again on Aug. 16, when Green Valley Lake again celebrated its annual...
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Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: Amarillo By Morning
At last spring’s American Music Awards presentation on May 26, Billie Eilish dominated the night by winning in all seven categories in which she was nominated, including Artist of the Year, Favorite Female R&B Artist and Favorite R&B Song. But do I care? Heck...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott: Star Spangled Banner
If you’re ever awake at 4 o’clock in the morning – and I am almost every morning – do yourself a favor and tune into KCBS Channel 2 a few minutes before 4 a.m. and give a listen to an amazing, 12-year-old songstress, Reina Ozby, perform an ear-shattering version of...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — The Ants Go Marching
Nothing is more irritating to me than ants invading my kitchen pantry and getting into my Honey Smacks and Frosted Flakes. Although, the song “Who Let The Dogs Out” comes pretty close, as does “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.” It happens like clockwork following a...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — Starman
Well, we made it through Jamboree Days and the Fourth of July fireworks extravaganza without burning down the mountain. (Actually, it was the fifth of July fireworks extravaganza.) The parade and all the festivities were fun, as was the picnic in the San Moritz Meadow...
Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott — The Long and Winding Road
Hello, it’s me – Sorry I missed you guys last week, it’s all my fault and I’m sorry if I ruffled your tailfeathers, but I’m back in circulation now. Hello, it’s me, I’ve thought about us for a long, long time. Maybe I think too much, but something’s wrong. There’s...




