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Stop. Look. Listen.

E. Morisot’s large canvases cover the walls in the Loft Gallery at the Delaware Valley Arts Center in Narrowsburg, NY.

August 14, 2013

As the summer wanes and kids begin to tremble at the thought of back to school, the Upper Delaware Valley thrums with activity in an attempt to squeeze every last drop of entertainment, amusement and culture out of August. Traversing the countryside with the wonder dog in tow, we often hear the comment, “Why does everything seem to happen all in one weekend?” That, of course, isn’t the case, yet we still are forced to make choices as to where and when our leisure time is best spent.

I am often flummoxed myself over how to divide my time, and have been known to scribble the choices on scraps of paper and (throwing caution to the wind) fling them in the air like autumn leaves to see which ones flutter to the ground face up, letting the universe decide for me. With the week’s schedule chock-full of music, art and theatre, I broke out the old magic eight ball to assist in making decisions. “The future is cloudy,” it read. “Ask again later.” Confused about what to do, I decided to stop and examine the choices. I could go look at the new art show ( in Narrowsburg, I mused, or check out the concert schedule ( before making a decision.

Reading that The James Hunter Six ( was slated to open for blues legend Buddy Guy (, who in turn was slated to appear with George (Bad to the Bone) Thorogood at Bethel Woods on Thursday, my decision was made. Critically acclaimed throughout the world, Guy has been performing and perfecting his Chicago blues sound that has influenced generations of musicians. At 77, Buddy brought the audience to its feet repeatedly, strutting, wailing and sharing colorful anecdotes about his career, peppered with salty language best fit for an adult crowd. At one point, Guy marched into the middle of the house, never missing a beat, singing, “While you were slipping out (someone else was slipping in),” and the place exploded. Thrilled to have had the opportunity to listen in, I slipped out before Thorogood hit the stage (at 10:30 on a Thursday night) because my dogs were barking and Dharma was tired, too.