
The Spirit of Folk? Me?
Last weekend (although it feels like a month ago already) the Folk Alliance International honored me with one of 4 “Spirit of Folk” awards.
Rod and I drove to Montreal for the conference so I could accept this award in person. They only gave me 60 seconds for remarks. Not complaining. That’s a good thing. I STILL don’t have the words to express how honored and grateful I am. The surreal feeling of walking up on a stage to accept an award after someone* has just told a hotel ballroom full of “folkies” (many heroes of mine) – most of whom have never heard my name – why I deserve a Spirit of Folk award, was … well… it’s kinda how I would imagine attending my own funeral would feel. Most people don’t get to hear that kind of praise in such a big way during their lifetime. Gobsmacked.
*Oh and um… that “someone” was Fiona Whelan Prine. Gobsmacked x10.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do with all of it. Of course I don’t feel worthy. Of course my mind flips to the thousands of volunteers and hard working folks behind the scenes who rarely get more than a pat on the back.
I don’t mean to dismiss this award at all. Nor discount the judgment of those who felt me worthy of it. Just the opposite. I want nothing more than to deserve it. The truth is, I feel like I have a LOT of work left to do and I will do my best to eventually live up to all the kind words.