The Marcottes

Maureen organized a trip to Fairfield to see the Kingston Trio with Dad — and by “organize,” I mean she bought tickets for everyone an then told us we were going and that we owed her money. I got a lot of crap for telling Dad that we were going to see the show because at some point I was unaware that this was a big secret. I know I ruined everything, but somehow I am living with the pain.

The Trio no longer has any of the original members. I’m guessing that, like Menudo, they cycle the guys out when they get to be a certain age to keep the teenage girls interested. By the looks of them, I’d say that age is 85. At least one of the replacements has been with the band since the ’60s. By my math, he’s now been in the band longer than any of the original guys. At any rate, all of them have been in other folk bands and were accomplished performers.

When they did their encore 90 minutes in, they finally hit a song I knew the words to: Where Have All the Flowers Gone? Great song, and a song about the sadness and futility of war. I thought it was interesting that the politics of the song have recently become relevant again, although there was no acknowledgment of that fact from either crowd or performers.

We ended up sitting really close to the stage (although far to one side.) I took some pictures. Here you go.

We threw a surprise (at least I think he was surprised) birthday party for Steve while Nancy was here in Sacramento. We ate cake. We had a great time. Here are a few photos. I believe Steve has more photos as well that will be posted later.

Enjoy!