Jim Ringer would describe traveling
with my father, Kate Wolf and the rest of
the bunch as a "Traveling Folk Festival."
They would roll into a town, set up shop,
tell stories and sing songs, sometimes
individually, sometimes as a group, but it
was always an event. That best describes
what it is that I do. I travel from coast to
coast with an everchanging cast of
friends, new and old, swapping songs
and telling stories.
As the son of Bruce, "Utah" Phillips,
Duncan Phillips began traveling on the
road with his father in the winter of 2000.
Utah referred to Duncan as his "road
manager", but Duncan jokes that
everyone knows his father couldn't be
managed.
Bruce always had the dream of playing
on stage together with his son, but as a
kid, Duncan could never reconcile that,
in learning to play the guitar, he would
be learning one of the very things that
kept him separated from his father for so
many years.
Duncan performed on stage just shortly
after his dad's death in 2008. Along with
Utah's old road-worn Guild guitar,
Duncan inherited the songs and stories
of the people and places that his father
wrote about over his forty plus years of
wandering the country.
In Duncan's own words: "Well, even
though he may be gone, every time I'm
on the stage, he is there with me and this
is my story, so far...
...oh yeah, I do live in Utah."