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Turns Out, I’m not the Hero of Goldfield… not quite yet

54 photos of our End of the World and Goldfield Days, taken by Teresa Roberts. So, kick your shoes off and take a listen to tonight’s Audio Sorgfield episode #13 while enjoying.

I’ll paint a practical picture of what the End of the World Party was like.

As I’ve already been talking about in other blog posts, I was disappointed with the outcome. Not many people showed up; like 20 or so, to camp.

It rained and our bands were very disappointed, in fact, upset that they never got to play. A duo came to play that hailed all the way from San Francisco. We did get to burn our bus and I’ll tell you about that in a minute. A nudist with no belly button was here. A couple girls that we’d never met before came down from Reno. Their arrival, with others, was at about 2am. I walked all the way out to the bus with no shirt on to greet them. That must have seemed odd.

A very good friend who’s bound to a wheelchair showed up with another friend and his girlfriend; they were a lot of fun to hang out with and Zak and I were very happy to be able to accommodate. An archaeologist came from Idaho to stay for a night in her tent.
It was all so weird and almost dreamlike. Friends camped in the yard or in their cars in the driveway. Ms. Button took a bunch of pictures for us and we did sell a handful of T-shirts. A film maker friend stayed the weekend as well to document our party. A couple ghost hunter friends came down from Reno to visit as well.

Conversation hinged on UFO’s, mining, and the over-zealous local sheriff’s department who kept a close eye on us. The musicians sat in our covered patio and drank vodka, ate cheeseburgers from our grill and talked music.

At one point, a brand new white corvette came rolling out from our CarForest’s dusty roads. I went out to greet the driver who happened to be a guy who I’d heard of but never met before and involved with our local radio station. He flew out from Minnesota to be here and I enjoyed talking with him for a little bit. It was a rental car; we had figured that. A handful of friends showed up or rolled through. A gay couple from a neighboring ghost town swung by and I’m glad to have made their acquaintance. Goldfield will never be the same.

The town’s yearly festival, Goldfield Days, was going on this same weekend and I’m proud to say a lot of locals came out to see the CarForest. It was such moody weather that on the one hand, I was proud to show off Goldfield’s meteorological drama, but then again, the rain really put a damper on our party. The amps never came out of our big black Suburban which died on us on Saturday. Our school bus stage was never used.

I rented 3 port-a-potties for the weekend and one was used only once by a small child that showed up on Sunday with families of 4 wheeler fanatics from Southern California. It got me thinking, I believe we should buy one bathroom facility to have here permanently in the future.

I’m proud to say that articles were written in 2(!!) Vegas periodicals, Nevada Magazine’s website, local area newspapers, Reno News & Review and also multiple blogs online. We even have a production company from New York City that wants to make it out to see a bus burning and air it on a cable network! I’d have to say I’ve done my part for Goldfield, Nevada.

We got a ton of publicity all over the state and beyond. PR could not have been done any better, thank you very much. Of that, I’m very proud. That’s why it’s puzzling that the results were so lackluster. It’s a long way to Goldfield, I guess. Goldfield is famous now though.

The weirdest part was the days after the party. People are still showing up. We’ve opened up a floodgate of visitors! Just today, visitors from Massachusetts drove 4 hours, one way, out of their way to come down to Goldfield to see the Car Forest.

Around noon, I was sitting at the General Store and this great panoramic photographer that I know pulled up and said “Chad! We came to see the CarForest!” Vincent Cascio is his name and I can’t wait to share the digital vistas that he takes. (By the way, he’s looking for a Reno gallery to show in, hint hint..)

He said, he wanted to share the photos he takes in town with Goldfield’s Chamber of Commerce. “Oh great, Vince, we’d love them. I’m the President, actually.” It was a small town moment.

Torrential downpours came and having seen the End of the World signs still at the road, a mystical wanderer showed up at our doorstep. She just got out of the Goldfield jail and she had alien prophecies to share with us. She’s a shamanic healer, of sorts, and the most independent loner I’ve met in a long time.

The archaeologist talks of future wishes to base herself in Goldfield, by the way. We’d like that. She’s artsy and smart and cute. She enjoyed the rusted debris in our back yard and I can’t wait to hear what she says about the volcanic rock surrounding our home.

We had wanted to fill Goldfield Days with the campsters from our End of the World Party. We wanted to be heroes to the town. I have to realize, success is sometimes more obscured than we’d like. We did a very good thing. These writings help me digest it all.

In this melancholic, mystical, post-apocalyptic mood, I finished a parable I’d been working on for 6 months about a snake that rules the world through greed. It ends on a positive note. I recorded it last night for Episode 13 of my Audio Sorgfield. Every episode is unique and this one has a hero theme.

6 months of planning, promotion, and physical labor went in to the making of this party. I had vowed to stay in bed for 2 days after it was all over. Basically this whole week I’ve done that, save the couple times I took long walks up the surrounding hills to discover new terrain and old ruins. At night I’ve been able to enjoy the stars with a clear mind. I’m not even thinking about the next party yet.

Multiple times a day now we see people cruising up to look at the cars. The greatest accomplishment gained from throwing this party is that, now, a floodgate of visitors has opened up. I think it’s time to paint a big sign with a donation box and words saying “Buy a Car Forest T-Shirt downtown at the Goldfield Giftshop!”

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Throughout rural Nevada, there are little oases of art worth visiting

We’ll be burning another one for the party, btw.

From Reno News & Review‘s
State of the arts 

“If we bury two more cars, we’ll have 40,” Chad Sorg announces proudly. The former Renoite is now president of the chamber of commerce in Goldfield, another former mining boomtown. He’s talking about the car forest, an art installation where he’s been helping long-time Goldfielder Mark Rippee plant cars nose-down in the ground.

The site, officially known as the International Car Forest of the Last Church, will be the grounds for Sorg’s End of the World Party, a homegrown music and art festival scheduled to coincide with the town’s annual Goldfield Days celebration. The lineup is still being finagled. The car forest is ungated and open to visitors year-round. Tickets to the End of the World Party, Aug. 18-19, are $25, which includes camping. To purchase, call the Goldfield Gift Shop, (775) 485-3700.

For more info about Goldfield Days:
http://www.goldfieldnevada.org/

Read full article:

http://www.newsreview.com/reno/state-of-the-arts/content?oid=7085286&fb_action_ids=400255393370259&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=246965925417366

Radio Goldfield, Pirates No More!

“Tony’s Place” is a homespun world of community radio theater which posits a setting where Brazil nuts and root beer are the bane of prohibition efforts in this alternate Goldfield-centric 1940’s-ish world. The show is Radio Goldfield, KGFN’s, new community radio theater show, (approximately 18 episodes so far). Residents Tony Taylor and his mother, Linda Enlund, co-write the show.

The Governor, the Mayor ( assassinated a couple months ago) and various sheriff/deputy, gangster/brothel characters-thirty to date-make up the pantheon in this home spun comedic epic where community is paramount.

Taylor, 39, with dark, thick hair, warm tan and bashful but confident voice, says of his mother, “She has most of the ideas about where the show is going and then we work together to produce the finished product.”

“Anybody can be in the show.. ANYbody…It’d be great if every person in town played a character of their own,” declares Taylor. “…we need more bad guys.”

“Why bootlegging of Brazil nuts and root beer?” I inquire. “…’Cause everybody wanted it” is Taylor’s casual retort.

With a background in theater and rodeo (broncos), Taylor quotes the director of a touring stage production of The Odd Couple, that he performed in. “Acting is real life experiences in an imaginary world.” Anthony Perra, from Chicago, inspired Taylor to let his actors feel their characters’ roles, naturally.

Linda Enlund is currently making headway to re-open our only local cafe/gas station, which used to be called Dusty Fenders.

A few locals and a steak salesman come and go during the course of our interviews on a Saturday afternoon. We sit at the kitchen table at Carl and Patty Brownfield’s comfortable, little, wood-sided, Goldfield house. Conversation tends to land on the refrain of aliens/UFOs, ghosts, or military aircraft. The home’s stereo speakers air KGFN.

“Hey, who’s that on the radio?” asks Carl Brownfield, KGFN’s Program Director and guiding light.

He’s referring to the commercial, currently airing, for my own radio show, Audio Sorgfield. Brownfield goes on to tell us stories about the old days, before his leadership, while it was still a pirate station and yet later, once County Commissioner-by-day, radio station board member and on air personality-by-night, Dominic Pappalardo, invited the Brownfields to preside over the board of this sinking pirate ship and shape it up.

They said yes, and have since come into the good graces of the Federal Communications Commission, running as a legitimate non-profit corporation, accepting donations which keep operations running smoothly.

Nevada Senator, Harry Reid, had gotten the station back on the air since the Emergency Alert System is a necessary service that the station offers the Central Nevada area.

“It has never happened before. We’re the only station in the country ever given a license after being busted for pirating,” proudly proclaims Brownfield.

In previous years, a shack on top of Columbia Mountain housed the computer equipment running it all. “Back in those days, we had to climb the mountain to change the music or reset the broadcast or whatever was needed.” Brownfield, longtime Las Vegas cab driver, goes on with resonant voice and wise story telling panache to retell the raunchy joke that got him and Dusty Fenders kicked off the air in the station’s previous incarnation.—that joke will not be relayed here. Suffice it to say, Brownfield was inspired to keep radio airing in Goldfield.

“Carl, we’re up to 17 shows” crooned Patty, Mrs. Carl  Brownfield, the station’s webmaster. She also has a show of her own, Old Time Radio Theater Hour, featuring vintage comedy routines, such as Red Skelton’s, and dramas like Chandu the Magician, a 30’s and 40’s magician/detective mystery. Patty has played a key role in making technology work for the station.

Keep an eye/ear on Radio Goldfield’s broadcasts. Dave Manning, a traveling musician, just performed a concert at our radio studio to an audience of 15 or so, with subsequent broadcasting on air. Also, bands playing the town’s August 17th event, Goldfield Days, were featured on air. Live broadcasts happened all day on Saturday, of the event, with live interviews from the sidewalk.

An extension for the radio tower was installed on Columbia Mountain thanks to donations received during Goldfield Days. More towers; we need more towers.

In the fall, students of Goldfield Elementary School started producing their own radio shows, using newly purchased broadcasting equipment, with the help of teacher Jan Larsen, and Tony Taylor’s instruction.

Taylor trumpets, “I don’t know about you, but when I stood in class I couldn’t even lift my head up to look around… I blossomed when I came to radio, so I know it will help the kids.” Regarding the technology, Taylor continues, “By the end of the school year, those kids are gonna’ be teaching me!”

Stream on the Internet: Tony’s Place, Old Time Radio Theater Hour, Audio Sorgfield, and the rest of our shows and programming.

See Schedules here:
www.KGFN.org

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Collaboration with Alison. She’s 4 and a half years old. We live in Goldfield.The people have spoken.

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I’ve made an art of my hair for 10 years now. This collaborative photo presentation with Alison and her dad yeilded the longest bag of hair that I’ve so far saved. I have 10 years of ziplock bags full of my hair. I’m not kidding. Some day the hair will be on exhibit.

The Goldfield Chamber of Commerce needs their President to be presentable. This was a present to them in a way. We’re going to rock Goldfield Days this year. Please come camp with us at the Car Forest for the End of the World Party that weekend of Aug. 17th.

Thanks for your patience Alison. Hi 5!

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