American Idyll

yes, the river knows

Wednesday, October 03, 2018

Watch For Me By Moonlight


David Crosby: Cowboy Movie



Ramblin' Jack Elliott: Pretty Boy Floyd



Jerry Garcia / David Grisman: Whiskey in the Jar



Pentangle: Sovay


Wynter's Pass was a picturesque region in the north of Vohlfhein, where the Bleak Hills eventually collapsed into the Frozen Sea. From the back of Mr. Buckles, who had been on a slow trot since sunrise, Monch watched the light glisten off of the frozen branches of the evergreens. As the sun warmed the frozen ground, sending the evening's frost into retreat, Monch absorbed the splendor of it all and wondered how expensive the local real estate must be around here.
He then contemplated attempting
to find an agent that would represent his interests well.

This land is such a spectacular wonder, the Lion of Ahriman declared. It would be very much sought after if they could just do something about the bears,
the White Orts, the wolves, the bloodthirsty cannibals, the snow manapés, the frost wizards, the northern bandit gangs, the dire lynxes, the similarly sounding but not related pygmy bloodthirsty cannibals, the demon possessed yaks, the dead-soul animated trees, the...
Monch paused for a moment.
It just occurred to me that this land is really not safe at all.
It seems almost everything in it wants to kill me
, the Templar admitted.

--D.F. Monk
Tales of Yhore: The Chronicles of Monch


Phil Ochs: The Highwayman


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