Woof, it’s been over a week since we’ve posted our usual drivel!  The end of July will do that to a pair of beekeepers.  We attended the weddin’ of two of our favorite people — congrats Michy and Frankie! — at Holland Lake, and then dived into preparing for our first trip to the Red Ants Pants Music Festival, where we were vendors.  The days of pulling honey, bottling honey, labeling honey, packing honey, melting beeswax, pouring candles, trimming candles, packaging candles, and answering the phone blurred into one 16-hour-plus-day after another, and suddenly, there we were in White Sulphur Springs, Montana, all set up and ready to sell!

Looking out from our blessed shade:

We had a pretty primo spot, close enough to the stage to be able to enjoy the fabulous music!  The lineup included Mary Chapin Carpenter, Taj Majal, the Sweetback Sisters, Rodney Crowell, Billy Joe Shaver, Lil Jane and the Pistol Whips, Abigail Washburn, Wylie and the Wild West, Wagons, Jeanne Jolly, Growling Old Men, Ben Bullington, Emmylou Harris & The Red Dirt Boys, and my personal favorites, Hayes Carll and Corb Lund, who ended up playing together Saturday night, to my absolute delight.  If you’re looking for literate, foot-tappin’ music, those boys are just about all you need.

I’ve lived in Athens, Georgia, and Missoula, Montana, and I’ve seen a lot of great live music in my life, but I’ve never seen a show like Corb Lund put on with Hayes backing him up – ridiculous.  The man doesn’t even stop in between songs, just gives a hand signal to his rockin’ band, the Hurtin’ Albertans (they’re Canadians, y’a’ll, just like Honeydew), and away they go … I’ve written about one of his songs before, and long admired his song writin’ skills, but seeing Corb live in concert blew me away.

Honeydew and I — along with the crew of Brother Dear, Pseudo Sista, Travis, Mark, Neil, Keith, Sarah and Walt — managed to position ourselves front row center for Emmylou and Corb Lund, and it was worth the elbowing it took.  I’ll leave y’all with one of his last songs — that Pseudo Sista and I screamed for — My Little Foothills Heaven.  With lyrics like these, how can you love Babb and not love this guy?

My Little Foothills Heaven – Corb Lund

it’s my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range

my favoriite place to be, and mister that ain’t gonna change

and i pray to old chief mountain i’ll be back again someday

just in time for you to hear me say

it’s my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range

and i hope that i’ll get back again someday

i can see down to montana on a clear and sunny day

and i just may ride down there with my honey for the day

if there’s trouble at the border i’ll say ‘hey well that’s ok’

cuz i’d just as soon be back home anyway

to my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range

and i hope that i’ll get back again someday

yodel-ay

there’s a bar-x on the rib of every critter you can see

and their coats are slick and shiny in the sun, just like you please

as they graze up toward valhalla you can almost hear them now

sayin ‘it don’t get much better for a cow’

than a little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range

and i hope that i’ll be back again someday

my momma’s daddy’s daddy picked the spot and picked it well

and when i’m tired of all this rockin rollin beatin me to hell

well out on the back quarter there’s a cabin waitin there

where my little gal and i can keep the world out of our hair

at my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range

and i hope that i’ll be back again someday

–credit to cowboylyrics.com

The view from my little foothills heaven, of Chief Mountain.  Don’t you wanna come play the Tack Barn, Corb?

Thanks for a grand time, Red Ants Pants!  We definitely danced our pants off, and met the nicest folks, too.  And all for a good cause, the Red Ants Pants Foundation, which works to support working family farms, rural communities, and women’s leadership.

And from me, an even bigger thanks to Pseudo Sista and Brother Dear – couldn’t have pulled off the honey booth without ya’ll!  Cheers to good help.  Y’all are priceless.

As in, I can’t afford to pay you.  Literally.  THANK YOU!

2012.   Glacier County Honey Co.  Some photo credits to Jennifer Campbell and Sanford Stone.  All Rights Reserved.

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