A
                25th anniversary letter from Batya Salzman LevyMarch 14, 2003
                  Well, well, well. 
                Found to my delight the Wild
                  Hog website, and immediately was transported back through
                  TWENTY FIVE years. Read Gordy and Agnes' ten year letter, and
                  knew I absolutely had to join in, so hang on tight,
                  campers
                One of my sweetest
                  accomplishments is having been an Original Hogger, from the
                  very start. From endless coffee and free eggs (thanks Peter)
                  at the late, lamented Spudnuts, to jams that touched heaven
                  from our living rooms, those years of the early Hog were
                  magic. Forgive the name dropping, but let's see, it was Peter
                  Houser, Gordy Hinners, Deb Kmetz, Ken Rineer, Jamie Hascall
                  and the amazing Agnes and her clan. Plus about thirty others
                  - I'm a little fuzzy thinking about 1976. For months we
                  played and performed at the Farmer's Market on Capitol Square,
                  passing the hat and looking as homeless as we were. Word
                  spread. Jams weren't enough. 
                And then that glorious benefit
                  marathon on Willy Street (August '76??). We begged everything
                  from everywhere; coffee, chairs, sound equipment. The co-ops
                  and collectives of Madison gave with a rueful smile; you'll
                  never make it, those days are over, but take the coffee and
                  God bless. Michael Heckman (ahh, Michael) brought and worked
                  the soundboard, then and for months afterwards. I may still
                  have the poster somewhere, and I know I have the T-shirt!!
                  The Green Lantern agreed to a partnership and the rest,
                  apparently, is an astonishing quarter century of cooperation
                  and great music.
                For most of you probably
                  reading this, I'm a stranger. So, no I never played an
                  instrument, and my only participation onstage was as emcee or
                  sometimes singing, my only (modest) musical ability. Mostly I
                  sung offstage. A clear memory is the night someone gave us a
                  large ceramic piggybank for the modest pass the hat cash. I
                  emceed that night, informed the house of the new gift, and
                  reminded everyone to fill up the pig. Presto, Phillup the Pig
                  lives!!
                It was all about the music, of
                  course. Madison was - and from what I see on the website,
                  still is - a magnet for the best backporch musicians in the
                  Midwest. Pickers, plunkers, and pretty much everyone else.
                  Ken's broomstick bass, Gordy's banjo, Peter's guitar, Chris
                  Powers' sweet lightening, Jamie's bones and spoons, somebody's
                  fiddles and harps. Concerts by Dan and Roxanne, Claudia
                  Schmidt, Jim Post, and the best pickin' and grinnin', blues
                  and any eclectic mayhem that would stick together and call
                  themselves a band for the evening, like Michael M. and Tamin
                  (ahh, Tamin) 
.My mind boggles with the memory of
                  making so much joyful noise. The friendships were like the
                  music; we loved each other. We grew into it, learning budgets,
                  organization, electronics, delegation, city bureaucracy etc.,
                  while going to class, falling in and out of love, and raising
                  Sally. 1976 Madison as microcosm - The Churchkey, Club de
                  Wash, WORT, barndances, Lienie's Bock, the 602, and, as ever,
                  Spudnuts. And the flow of folks in and out, roommates,
                  sweethearts, relatives, all willing to bake and haul and just
                  show up out of compassion for a new performer so they wouldn't
                  play to an empty room. I think the word is synchronicity -
                  that sublime twist of luck that puts people and circumstances
                  in the same room, and a new life form emerges. 
                I was back to visit in 1981,
                  then for the last time in 1984, for a Hogger's party. Then
                  Peter and Jamie went to points northwest, Gordy to North
                  Carolina, and me, eventually, to Chicago for over 16 years. I
                  see dearest Deb's name on the website, and send my heart's
                  hello to her and any other well-remembered co-conspirators
                  who see this letter. As for me, very briefly and without all
                  the juicy bits, I have been living in Israel for seven years,
                  have three nearly grown sons, am now divorced and living with
                  my sweetheart. We house and feed various and sundry sons, a
                  dog and cat, and wait for World War III. I teach English,
                  rarely sing and at the ripe age of this close to 46, have
                  finally cut my hair. 
                My email is 
                    
                  letbe50@hotmail.com. Use it!!! Let me know how the fates
                  have treated you. Many, many blessings for this, the 25th
                  Anniversary of the Wild Hog, for all of you who have taken up
                  the reins and pulled. Sing one in my name.
                Batya Salzman Levy