Rock & Roll Farm

Saturday! Mar 05 2005 // 6:24 pm //

Because there is a B in both and an N in neither.

Thursday I went to a farm auction. Farm auctions are surprisingly like Indie Rock shows. No, really.

1. Everyone crowds around a guy with a microphone, and it’s pretty difficult to understand what he’s saying.
2. There is a uniform with variances predefined by one’s archetype. In this case the uniform is Carhartts, work boots, and work gloves. Other options include camo, snowsuits, muck boots, and flannel.
3. The male/female ratio is about 75/1
4. The demeanor of the crowd is one of severe indifference.
5. Nobody dances.

There are some notable differences. Like, everyone drives a pickup. Everyone. And I’d bet most of them eat venison.

Besides the large farming equipment, trucks and a bulldozer, most of the items up for auction were old tools and workshop fixtures. I saw a workbench go for a buck. We tried for this cool hand cultivator, but it got snatched up before we even had the chance. Maybe next time. You can bet I’ll be going to these things whenever I get the chance. Deb said it was a valuable part of my farm experience. I’m assuming she wasn’t including the food from the lunch truck in her assessment. Mmmm… hot dogs and burned coffee.