The Kingston Trio: Rick Dougherty


The Kingston Trio: Rick Dougherty

June 2006
Columbia, Missouri


This was going to be a busy day for us, with a 15-minute teaser in the afternoon and then an early concert that evening.

George had almost missed the connecting flight to St. Louis because of a late departure from Chicago and came running up to the gate only to find out that we had been delayed as well, so he got to catch his breath and his luggage made it.


The Kingston Trio
 
A Very Busy Day

The teaser concert was under a little shelter on the banks of Stephens Lake. It was one of those wonderful small-town festivals, complete with vendors selling corn dog and candy apples, family picnics spread out on blankets on the grass, and kids running around with painted faces.

The Kingston Trio

People were already coming up to us for autographs even before we had unpacked our instruments and by the time we went out they had crowded around the edge of the stage which gave it the up-close and personal feeling of playing the small coffee houses.

After a dash through the sound check and dinner we were back at Jesse Hall on the University of Missouri campus; a classic red-brick college with huge columns on the main quad.


The Kingston Trio

Jesse Hall

Daniel Fields, a longtime fan of ours, came to the show with his wife and extended family and brought two wonderful instruments with him. A beautiful old Vega long-neck banjo and a very rare Božo 12-string guitar (that Portuguese “z” sounds like the “j” in “Beaujolais”).

The Kingston Trio

This guitar had a tremendous sound, a great neck and more mother-of-pearl inlay than my bathroom. Just take a look at the headstock and rosetta!


Bozo Guitar Body

It sounded so good that Bill used it in the show, which Dan loved, of course. He had apparently picked it up when Bob Gibson and Alan Shaw had gotten theirs as part of a group order. We all put our names on the waiting list in case he decided to sell.

Dan’s family had to drive back to St. Louis that night but he joined us for a beer at a “Hooters Restaurant” – very un-PC, but the only bar we could walk to from the hotel. What was funny was that there were whole families there with their kids who were staying at the hotel for a baseball tournament and were out for late burgers.

Now, in the entry there was one wall of photos of the waitresses in their tight little tank-tops. In all truth the photos were really very benign, nothing more than cheerleaders might wear. But standing there staring up in awe at the photos were about half a dozen of the kids in their baseball caps and jerseys, like some up-dated Rockwell snapshot of Americana. We all got a chuckle out of it.

Then it was bed and another early call for the ride to the airport, several hours of crossword puzzles and Sudoku and finally home.

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