Some of you may know that I hold a degree in Literature, and have long harbored a desire to seek out and make available the best of the best of poets, essayists, and story writers in and around the state of Vermont. To that end, I’ve started up Onegecko Publishing here and made available our first book by Vermont Poet Victor Densmore. His first title, Out of the Hermit’s Meadow and Wood is already almost sold out, with only a dozen copies of the first printing remaining. We will be moving to a print-on-demand platform soon, though.
Densmore’s poetry is set in the real, but with spots of magic that bring truth to the most ubiquitous of things. If you like poetry, I encourage you to take a look at some poems of his and pick up one of the last copies from the first printing.
Watch Onegecko Publishing for more info on Densmore’s and other writers’ work in the future.
At the top of the page, you’ve probably noticed a little iframe widgety thing. Contained therein are the songs currently playing at WNCS, FM 104.7 (pointfm.com) out of Montpelier, VT. If there is a phenomenon of a radio station being the center of a teenager’s life, then this one was mine.
When the options for radio included country, speed metal crap rock, big hair bands, soft rock, and country, WNCS floated its alterna-folk-rock sounds to my bedroom and car in those formative years. Though static was what I most often heard — being nestled in the Buffalo Mountain valley will do that — I knew that when I came up out of the valley between Hardwick and Woodbury, the sound would clear and so would my head.
I don’t know if it’s possible to explain how calming and exciting it is to be able to tune in to the familiar — but also new — sounds from here in Massachusetts nearly 15 years later. Static-free, zipping along co-ax and fiber-optic cable instead of bouncing off of clouds, ‘NCS still calms my soul and reminds me where I’m from. In the moments between notes I can drive once again along Route 12 between Montpelier and Elmore after dropping dad off at work. I can feel the cold morning air rushing against my face through the open window of an ’82 Ford wagon (Farley, I called him).
Up until a day ago, I kept forgetting how much a part of my life music really is. Finding ‘NCS again is a reminder that I do have a sound in my head and that it’s not half bad.
Take a listen if you can. I don’t know if the sounds will mean the same thing outside of Vermont, outside of my head, beyond the confines of an old brown Ford, but who knows. Maybe you’ll get a sense of what it was like growing up where everything — including your future — seemed so far away and hard to get to. “You can’t get there from here” wasn’t just a local color cliche. In parts of Vermont, it’s true.
I’m just glad ‘NCS can get here from there.