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It looks as though
March will be the last full month that Dick Damron will be headlining
every Monday at the Hotel Caravelle, for a while. In early April he will
return to Alberta for the tail end of the ice fishing season, and probably
won’t be back until the first blizzards of early autumn. It’s been another
great temporada for the country music legend who has made Mazatlán his
winter home for the last twenty some years. The poolside venue looks like
a postcard from paradise, a spacious terrace overlooking the beach, the
setting sun framed by palm trees. At six o’clock Mexican time, the man
in the black cowboy hat picks up his guitar and starts to sing. After
all these years, he’s still got it. The same people keep coming back week
after week, only more of them, and what started as a mere eighty or so
has snowballedbeen a few special occasions which really packed them in,
such as the Burro Awards, a spoof of the Grammies spiced up by Dick’s
often tasteful sense of humor. The amazingly you-thful Sherry’s birthday
fiesta drew a great
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crowd, and then there
was the Bentley Invasion when half of into the hundreds. There have Dick’s
hometown flew down to thaw out for a few days. Usually Dick starts off
with a solo set of his greatest hits, such as “Countryfied”, “High On
You”, and “Here We Are Again”, mixed in with his south of the border songs
like “Tequila Charlie’s”, “Died and Gone to Mexico” and, of course, “Mazatlán”,
and maybe a standard or two like “Me and Bobby McGee” or “Make the World
Go Away.” Then there is a contest to determine which Canadian province
can say “Yeah!” the loudest on that particular night. As the rose and
azure sky darkens and the stars come out, Dick invites some of his musical
friends to join him. Brent McAthey and Chris Buzan have been picking and
singing with him all winter, and quite a few other fine vacationing musicians
have made guest appearances. So if you want to see a living legend in
a relaxed tropical setting, where the icy Coronas and flaming ribs are
two for one, the Caravelle is the place to be Monday evenings. Save me
a seat.
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