HSMF Renegade Storytelling **LOCATION TIME AND DATE UPDATE***
“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair.” — Rumi
Hey HSMF family! Hope you are as excited as I am for the start of the best music festival in America…
We are going to gather for renegade storytelling tomorrow, Friday, July 3 at 11 PM at the Foundation Station picnic tables. Hope you all can join. It should be fun. The details and the TLDR are below for those of you who want more information!
“Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me” — Woody Guthrie
HSMF Renegade Storytelling Update! (Pre-Late Night) 🪵✨
A few quick, final notes about our gathering as we head into the weekend:
No Money, No Hustle: There is absolutely no money being asked for here. No passing the hat, no requests for donations, no contributions, and no pitches to sign up for a Patreon. As the Dalai Lama famously said: "There shall be no money exchanged..." (But on your deathbed, you will receive total enlightenment, so you've got that going for you, which is nice).
No Agendas: There will be no requests to join a political party, support a foundation, register for a cause, or otherwise commit yourself to anything. This storytelling is being done simply for the pure, unadulterated joy of it.
A Story, Not a Debate: This is a late-night tale, not a town hall. If it’s not your cup of tea, that is more than fine—you are entirely welcome to just keep on drifting down the path. This isn't a space for our philosophies to contend with each other; it’s just a corner of the woods to tell some stories, share some laughs, and pass the time.
“That’s the way it is with the good ones. You are sure you have heard them before.” — Bad Blake
🔎 ORIGINAL DETAILS (In case you missed the first post!)
Hey High Sierra Family!
Thought I would try bringing something a little different to the venue…. In that interstitial pocket—after the main stage chords fade out but before the late-night venues fully swallow us up—I’m going to be sitting down somewhere on the grass with a notebook, a flashlight, and a deep well of forensic, unbelievable American history.
Seven generations of dangerous men, brilliant women and the stories hidden in plain sight. Bring a blanket or a chair. Let’s see where the lines connect.
“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were... But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you.”