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Albert
If you like movies (in Portland, Oregon) and want to be invited to them from time to time – even at the last minute – join my text list and I’ll send you an invite!
Albert
A bunch of Habo friends did 30-year summaries after not having seen each other in a long time. Here’s mine from that time.
Hi everyone, well, I find myself with a moment to try to summarize the last 30 years. 🙂 I just read Sue’s and Tami’s, and I’m sure I’ll get to the others, too.
let’s see. Graduated from NYU in 1984 and fled the country with $2,000 and a guitar. Back to the holy land for 3 months and a neat little gig at a resort for some of it, then a 6 month or so trip through Europe – Greece, Yugoslavia, Austria, Germany, Italy, France, and England. I busked (played guitar on the streets) to pay my way, made lots of friends, and had one of those time-of-your-life experiences. Came back to the States and went to work for Peterson’s Guides for a couple of months and then worked as a surveyor for a couple of months before heading back to Europe – this time to the UK, Scotland, Holland, Belgium, and ending in Paris for about 6 months total.
I went back to the States and thought I’d try my luck with DC and using my pol science degree. That didn’t exactly happen, so I ended up being the head waiter at a new restaurant (Owned by a Moshnik), then worked at the Hyatt and then for Wang Laboratories as a Jr. Secretary. This was before the time of e-mail, or much else in the high-tech world, but they had e-mail. On secretary’s day, I sent a note to 2,500 other secretaries in the company, and had some fun chats from that one note… that was in 1986. During this time Tammi and I dated a little bit, too 🙂 Spent a year in DC, then moved in with Adam Laden in Hoboken, NJ.
That started a 3-year stint of temping – mostly in the investment banking and perfume industries. I worked for a while in Tower 2 of the World Trade Center – amazing views, sunsets… and feeling the building sway. Actually, during my NYU days (80-84) a friend and I went and wandered around on floors of the WTC that were not finished yet, that was a trip. anyway, $18/hr. to do word processing was good money in the late 80s and kept me in sushi and my fine place in Hoboken.
in 1989 I realized it was time to go back to Grad school and applied to a bunch of places, but then a friend from NYU was suddenly single and suggested we go to south America for a trip together. got shots, put off grad school in my mind, anyway, and we headed off to Venezuela. About 3 weeks into the trip, which was much like a honeymoon, and I figured this was the beginning of a new relationship that could last a lifetime, she decided to head home and heal from the relationship that had just ended for her. I was heartbroken, traveled for a little while longer, but then ended what was supposed to be a 6-month trip and came back and started grad school at Rutgers in New Brunswick, NJ.
This is where I met Susi. Weiss. from Germany. an exchange student. A very beautiful and smart exchange student from Munich. Well, we hit it off and eventually started something that ended up lasting the next 5 years and beyond in some ways, though I’m currently out of touch (back in touch in 2020’s). grad school was in international relations. After one year, Susi was heading back to Germany and so I followed. ended up in a small town called Konstanz, on the Lake Bodensee in the SW of Germany. I played music to pay to stay, in restaurants and cafes. stayed for 6 months and then moved back to the States to finish my degree, then back to Germany for another 9 months and back to the US to take an exam and then ended up back in Munich, where we lived together for 2.5 years, almost got married; almost bought an apartment, but in the end, I’m glad it didn’t happen. Germany is a nice place except for some of the obvious problems. Dachau being close by… the language…
Anyway, I came back to the States and didn’t know what to do. this was 1995. Ended up traveling to Costa Rica with Elisa, she of the previous Venezuela trip. this time the tables were turned – she was into me, but I was not into her. great trip, though. spent 3.5 months there. amazing place. played probably the best music of my life, actually. learned a lot. got better at Spanish.
I came back and rented a place in SF for a month. Then, Susi came over and we toured the Northwest. somewhere in all of this, I learned Re-evaluation Counseling, during grad school. That has made a big impact on my life. It’s also called RC or co-counseling. That’s one of the reasons we toured the Pacific NW, to practice co-counseling in Seattle. I ended up moving to Seattle after the trip was over and that’s also where I reconnnected with the high-tech world. I started with a job with Keane doing tech support for Windows 95, then onto a position as a contractor with Microsoft, a great place to work. since that time my work life for the past 12 years has mostly been as a software tester – I test to make sure software works like it’s supposed to. It’s often very easy work, often very isolating…
Seattle was also really good for me as an activist. I learned a lot, fought some amazing fights – against the FAA, closed down a VA medical waste incinerator, led an effort to keep a Latino community center afloat and thriving… and led an outreach effort in a minority neighborhood with my girlfriend of the time, Freddie, who I lived with for 3 years and went out with for 4. She is an incredible and strong woman. It was a tough relationship in some ways, but a very committed one. After Freddie, I went out with a woman named Tracey who I’m still close with. Tracey is an angel, faerie, or something like that. A very sweet and gentle person, that lasted about a year and a half, but was precious.
I have lots of pictures of that time up on the web.
Eventually, I grew tired of the intensity of politics in Seattle and the difficulties I was having in my activist life and also felt I wasn’t really finding my partner there, so I decided to move to Portland, Oregon, where I now live. I’ve been here for 5 or 6 years… and, I think I’m home. I love it here.
Right when I moved here, I got together with a woman named Erica. someone who is chemically-sensitive, so I learned a lot about that world. and, she lives in a co-housing community, where I eventually moved in. So, got to re-experience life on Kibbutz US -style.
That ended after about 3 years. it was probably the toughest relationship I was ever in. I think there’s part of me that’s just done with really hard relationships.
I’m kind of in one now, but I think it might be salvaged, cause I feel like I’m with a life partner. her name is Eecole. she’s really quite incredible. vibrant, we love to dance and sing together. musical. cares about the world. we share a lot of friends and are part of a very tight dance community. we dance together at least every Sunday. that’s another story for another day, but it’s quite incredible – I’ve never really felt so close to a group of people perhaps since habo days…
and now, sitting listening to radioparadise.com and thinking of what IÂ have left to do today, and also how much I’ve left out.
Burning Man. I could write about the 8 times I’ve been there and how that’s shaped my life.
Ayahuasca and my recent journies in that arena.
travel that I’ve left out – Thailand, Hong Kong, VietNam, and various road trips around the US.
the fact that I don’t have kids. Eecole would like to have some. we’ll see if we get to that stage. I’m open to that with her.
most recent work was with the Bonneville Power Administration, as a contractor making the most money I’ve ever made. $46/hr. So, I was able to save about $30K and now recently laid off from that gig, collecting unemployment and pondering.
also was just in my first major car accident, so am doing chiro, acupuncture, and massage to heal from that. I’m fine, but a little shaken still and the accident was 3 weeks ago.
Life has been really good for me. and this has been a great exercise for me, thanks for taking the time to read.
it’s put me into a nice thoughtful place.
Albert
I’ve been hearing about the Sisters Folk Festival for years. Back when I attended Burning Man religiously – I’d usually come back to Portland and then consider – heading back out for the folk fest and then forget where I left my mind for a couple of months 🙂 So, this was my first year, and what a fun surprise. What a delight! Shades of the Vancouver Folk Festival (which is generally my gold standard for this type of music event) + Central Oregon + high desert = cowboy boots and saloons. Women in dresses – grass growing where it doesn’t belong.
We started our adventure (Eecole and me) with a sweet visit to my friend Kieran (great picker and good friend) outside of Bend – you can see from the pictures that we got out into a couple of nearby parks and saw some sweet scenery. We arrived at our weekend home (a parking lot in front of a high school) on Friday, parked Eecole’s camper and then headed into town. Our first venue was The Open Door – an intimate setting – we stayed for 3 acts: Lizzie No, The Pairs (shades of The Wailin Jennies), and San Miguel Fraser – all wonderful and we lucked into front-row seats for the evening! It was a cold night of off-and-on sleep for me – outside in a tent.
Saturday morning Kieran, Erin, Eecole, and I had breakfast and played tunes until it was time to go into the fest. Saturday featured some more intimate workshop-style offerings, so we got to hear more about the background of the performers. I think for me Saturday night was a big highlight – I stood in line to get good seats for a showcase type of performance. That was well worth it as I just loved what we saw Saturday night at the Dave Carter Songwriter Showcase. Everything that followed was equally stunning, too – Especially Kittel & Co. and Vasen. Vasen, a group from Sweden featured a guy playing an instrument that he built – something ancient. I spent the whole performance watching him play and just wondering what I was seeing. This:
The instrument is bowed. The two men playing also just sent us all into a dreamland and when they were done it was time to bike back to the parking lot (about 2 miles away) in the chilly and windy night. We were battered by a cool wind all night and I didn’t sleep that great. But hey, you’re at a folk festival, right, so you roll with it. But boy do I need a new sleeping bag and possibly it’s time to buy/rent a van for these events!
Sunday, breakfast (a hot shower in the High school!), and a few tunes before we packed everything up and drove into town for a couple more performances. I felt lucky to score a great seat at the Open Door where I’d begun the weekend. I watched The Lowest Pair and Peter Mulvey. Peter is someone from whom I want to hear a lot more! What a character.
So, that’s a little bit of my trajectory, but I have to say that the volunteers and organizers really thought this event through in a lovely way. I always felt welcomed. Also – the sound was delicious. I tend to gravitate towards the smaller stages, knowing I’ll get to hear a more intimate experience – and that the sound was so dialed in – I can’t remember a time where I’ve heard such a well-dialed-in mixing. If you’ve ever read my revues of other festivals – I usually complain that the sound is too loud – I’m looking at you Pickathon, Beloved, Strummit – pretty much everything I attend these days – the volume is too loud. This was not that – and I am so so grateful. I might even return just for that aspect. The fact that they also curated a collection of musicians from all over the place that were new and delightful – icing on the cake!
Also, the lighting was lovely. At every stage! The daytime weather was delicious. And though we drove through a fire on our way to the festival, the air was clear all weekend. OK, time for a couple of improvements:
The festival could do more outreach before the festival happens (via an email newsletter) to encourage attendees to:
Lastly, I suggest the festival ask the local municipal airport to see if planes can take off and land – not over the town (this didn’t happen often, so I imagine they have a choice). I mean I think they should do this always, but esp. when you have thousands of people outside listening to intimate music. Something tells me the right letter could make this happen. This festival obviously has some presence in town and I bet for one weekend small planes could avoid flying over the town.
Otherwise, wow, kudos to the festival organizers. It was very well done. I had a great time and I learned about a bunch of new musicians I hadn’t heard of before. Next year I might even come to the songwriter camp that leads up to the festival.
Thank you! Albert Kaufman, 9.30.24
If you like photos, here are some of our time there. And here’s the Spotify playlist of all the artists.
One of the lenses I see the world through is a marketing one. So, part of my life at festivals is seeing what is going on marketing-wise. Sometimes I can be helpful to a vendor or learn something myself. So, in no particular order – here is some of what came out of my bag this morning and the attached memories and stories. If you see any mistakes, please let me know @ albert@albertideation.com! Thanks. I also did a more overview write-up – that’s here.
Thanks for visiting – stay in touch! Albert
OCF 2022 – a very short and different fair
Hello! Here’s my report about this year’s Oregon Country Fair (OCF). Like life, everyone has a different version of how this event shapes their lives. We all wander about asking each other “Did you see this? Did you eat that? Did you see so and so?” But in the end, you have a map, weather, food, drink, music, theater, crafts, people, costumes, rainbows, and HEAT! This was the hottest OCF I’ve ever attended (15-20 years attending, in a row-ish). Much time was spent grumbling about the heat – and figuring out how to survive and thrive given that condition.
If you know nothing about OCF and want a quick video that gives you a magical glimpse, here’s this year’s promo video. For a limited time, they’ll be streaming the main stage acts here.
This Fair is like no other. It’s been going on longer than most and is heavily volunteer-run and organized. It probably has more volunteers than just about any event in the world. Many people involved stay with it for a lifetime. There are many booths (food/crafts) that have been there since the beginning, 55 years ago! People also switch from one crew to the other depending on life circumstances – ex: my partner is on that crew = and I joined that crew. Or, we broke up and I needed a new place to be! I heard a lot of that in one of the many Facebook groups that people gather in to talk about the event. Like this one!
Volunteering is how one earns a pass to be able to stay in the Fair after dark and also usually enables you to camp in or close to the Fair. There are woods and nearby open fields and they are filled with tents, and vans, and RVs. Luckily, after my first visit 20 years ago, I have become “Fair Family” and that gives me this wristband that allows me to go to and fro at all hours. Some people bust their butt all year long and some people do very little for this wristband. But my sense is that it all comes out in the wash. Those who work super hard on this event reap rewards that others can’t dream of. Particularly noticeable is the close community in some of the groups where people put together something magical together while watching their families grow together. Strong bonds are created as well as family and Fair lore!
So, I guess this may be more of an inside baseball reading on the Fair. We on the inside are cautioned to keep our experience on the down-low somewhat. Some of that makes sense, but I’ll try to lean into my own experience – which I think it’s Fair to say is mine to share. If you have feedback for the event, you can leave it here.
So, this year I drove with my housemate to the event on Wednesday and we arrived in the afternoon. Once through Albert’s Circle, we arrived at camp. Our campmates were already somewhat setup and there were a couple pop-ups that made our entry a bit more pleasant. Getting in can sometimes be easy, but sometimes it can be a bear (taking hours to find your name or pay for a parking pass in person). Luckily, this year I was able to pay for my camping and parking pass online – whew! Once I had arrived at camp, I set up my tent, and said my hellos – it was off to the Ritz to luxuriate in the amazing sauna and shower and fire areas. If you’ve never been to The Ritz it’s really quite something. You pay your money and in you go (please take off your shoes as you enter!)
The Ritz has been there a good long time. When you enter you’ll see an open space with a fire area in front of you; a stage off to the left and in the distance 5 rows of showers (on either side of poles) and then cubbies to put your things. Off to the right at midnight is a giant sauna that can probably hold 70-100 people. The seats are tiered – 4 levels * 4 sets of these. On the edges of the showers are your cold shower – pull on a rope and you are hit hard with cold water! Very cold water! At 2 o’clock from the entrance – more cubbies and a fire area which is cooking just to warm your belly. I’ve never seen anything like it. 3 pm? Another sauna – probably the original – seats about 40 and is round. More cubbies are behind that and then you have more showers and another fire area which also hosts an amazing cobb bench. There’s another of these as you walk in – a great place to sit and relax once you’ve done the sauna/cold water combo a few times. There’s a place to check your valuables (instruments). The stage features acts from the Fair – I’ve played there many times – and it’s so fun to play music for naked people!! Hot showers, saunas, live music, and friends – this place really is my heaven.
Food vendors don’t start selling until at least noon on Thursday so I was on my own till then. Our camp was having a group dinner of jambalaya that night, but I wandered over to visit a friend nearby and he was serving … jambalaya! So, I ate and played music with him and his friends.
The only reason I have any pictures at all (if you want to see them all they’re over here) is because of this bench and the others near it (go see the pics!). I never bring my camera/phone to Fair. The last thing I want is to be spending time on my phone (it goes pretty much dark once I have my tent up). But after the Ritz on Thursday morning, I meandered to where these benches sit (not open to the public) and I had a seat. They are brand new, were finished the day before and I think might be made from lumber milled from downed trees on site. OK, one more.
These benches are filled with musicians each night – sometimes until dawn – playing songs for one another and collaborating. It’s a pretty magical place and I usually spend at least a couple of hours there each year, but this year – this was my visit. I sat on the benches and realized – I must show other people the benches and the design – hopefully, places like Breitenbush and elsewhere will create something like this!
The Land
Last year’s storms took a heavy toll on the trees. Many are downed or were removed pre-event. This has also led to piles of wood all over the camping areas. It also led to many booths losing shade this year – making a hot fair even hotter! I hope that the Fair Org is thinking about how to remove these wood piles given we’re now in a wildfire-prone area. I’d suggest sooner rather than later and would be happy to help organize work parties until this is done. Otherwise, we risk losing the forests. Have feedback for the Fair? Here is their feedback form. The Cascadia Wild/Forest Defense booth had a petition asking the Fair Org. to open the land to indigenous groups who have been gathering here for thousands of years. I signed.
What it’s like to be the Mayor
Being the outgoing person that I am I know a lot of people at this event. I’m sure I’m not the only one. But I am one – I have been called The Mayor (and I usually suggest – there are probably more than one 🙂 – but I am certainly one. This leads to a different type of experience than many people have. I walk a pathway and am often greeted by name frequently. As I get older and everyone else does, too – I am not always able to place the other person, but eventually, we get to where we met and stories unfold. I spend a lot of time in various booths – playing music and trying the local foods and other offerings. So, this adds up to a lot of connecting and reconnecting every day. I am a humble mayor. I also spend a lot of time interacting with strangers and seeing how things are going with them. I try to leave things much better than I found them 🙂
And back to the Ritz
walking and walking
the dusty paths
saying hello
sharing a kind moment or two
communicating clearly
the truth serum of Fair
One thing that is very clear to me is that at this event people are very real with one another. This often means skipping over the chit-chat and getting right to the meat of things. It might be health-related, or relationship-related – but conversations tend to go deep fast. It’s very refreshing and can lead to deepening relationships, too. There’s also clarity about not over-sharing various logistical things. This is probably an aspect that is more prevalent in the Fair Family world, but it might also be spilling over to everyone – and it’s one more way that life at the Fair is different – and why we cry when it’s over. I saw a lot of crying this year. People need this type of experience more than ever right now. I heard one child ask: “Why does Fair have to end?” – I’m sure many people would love to have more villaging in their lives.
It was a scorcher this year – with daytime temps in the high 90s. There were misters; there was encouragement to drink water. Stay hydrated. I’m sure WhiteBird saw its share of heat-related visits. A way I figured out to beat the heat was to have a small towel that I could put around my shoulders (once wet) and even over my head. Whew, without that I don’t know how I would have coped. Also, trying to stay in the shade as much as possible was a strategy. That didn’t work too well when I had to cross town, though.
I like to highlight the craft and other vendors that I meet along the way (plus, the ones I work with!). Here you go, Part 2!  What’s the story behind these lamps, L48, for instance?
and these glasses – L12 – Wileyware!
OCF 2022 – a very short and different fair
poem by Sheba Hulsing
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