Home, after 18 days, 9 shows & 5,552 miles. Another impressive statistic: I spent $190 on parking over a scant 66 hours in Nashville. But, Country Music Mecca was by far my favourite stop-over, with visits to the CMHOF, Cash Museum, Frist Art Museum, Centennial Park & the Parthenon, and 4.5 hours hopscotching dives along Music Row the afternoon before show#2 listening to dreams being played for dollars. Incidentally, that night, outdoors, in the 40s, under a fat moon with an entirely unwelcomed breeze off the river was warmed considerably by a stellar Gin and chunky, dance-y second set. Thank goodness security adapted efficient protocol after the first night - not just in Nville, but Allstate as well, where I began to think I might get into the arena on time for the next night's show. The lighting should be mentioned here, because it was my TN epiphany that the rig was behaving like some massive sentient octobot by expanding, contracting, smothering, or floating high above stage in what proved to be a show-within-a-show.
Best non-breakfast, non-pizza meal - Morton's/Nashville: short rib steak taco appetizer; filet, grilled shrimp, bacon-wrapped scallops & Lyonnaise tater entrée; and dessert w/ a Morton's legendary sundae....for a grand total of 16,000 calories and 22 pounds gained. At least that's what it felt like when they rolled me out the door.
Best pizza - Lou Malnati's Chicago Classic (peppi & ssg) @ River North
Best breakfast - no question: Loveless Café, Nashville. Must. Have. More. Biscuits. And 'homemade' preserves, country ham, fried eggs, and stomach searing red-eye gravy!
Monster driving days out to Vegas were mitigated by recollections of Rosemont highlights that validated the trip from TN, esp. night#1's funkfest with a truly revelatory 1st set Mercury>Moonage Daydream and absolutecriticalmusthear Tweezer>Golden Age>Frost in the 2nd set. Not to mention what shall prove even more profound memories of my first visit to the Chicago Art Institute. Halloween simply underscores the still-vibrant creativity and capricious intelligence characteristic of so much that I love about Phish. I wish the Dead had better managed health, personal relationships, and drug problems, as well as slavish obligation to touring, in way that didn't eventually diminished the exceptionalism of their music. From the Kasvot Voxt prank/lark/experiment on All Hallows Eve I distilled lot of energy, enthusiasm, and novel proggy interplay that I would love to see extrapolated in future performances - a great example is "We all come to outlive our brains". Vegas night#2 was my last, as I was both ready to get home and leave that city in particular (yet, a better overall show than night#1 - stellar Chalk Dust). I think you're either a Vegas person or you're not; I'm definitely not, and I'm going to own it from now on. I didn't even mention Hampton.
Bit of a tamer journey to Louisville to see Music of Cream, performed by Jack & Ginger's boys with Eric's nephew (attenuated) on lead. Extraordinary to experience such unique and seminal hard psychedelic blues played by those with a DNA-level affiliation; a heavy dose of improvisation proved a welcomed rebuttal to the notion of a mere cover act. What the trio did with "White Room" in the 'tween spaces was revelatory (who'd have thought!). A favourite moment, which underscored the group's aesthetic risk-taking (and perhaps only a Deadhead or jazz aficionado could distill great significance from such a thing), occurred during "I'm So Glad" when groupmind completely broke down: 4-5 minutes of utterly failed attempts to find some sort of freeform melodic construct (Will listening to Malcolm while looking pensively, lips pursed at the ornate ceiling and Malcolm listening headcocked to Will while staring holes with laser focus into the stage flooring) until Kofi declared 'enough' and pulled the crew back onto the page of written notation. And in the beautiful historic Brown Theatre! Worth the time and money.
Louisville is also home to a little-known artistic jewel in the Midwest: the Speed Art Museum located on the edge of U of L's lovely campus. Currently hosting a Modern Masterworks exhibit that comprises movements "from Picasso to Pollock"; really an extraordinary capsule of major artistic schools during the first half of the 20th century.
Finally, in years past I'd eaten at the pizza altar of Impellizeri's, though friends of a competing faction insisted that Wick's is the inarguable Alpha predator among River City pizzerias. So I went, and in the shabby-chic boho bar environs of Wick's, watched the busy midday traffic along Bardstown Road, deep in the magnificent Highlands, while a crazy patch of the season's first snow moved through. Good - no, really good - pizza, BUT certainly not Impellizeri's...sauce too thick, no fennel (or not enough), and clearly inferior crust. Have to admit, I brought 4 pieces home and it was better cold the next day.
Sounded great (except for the cold temps). GIN?! Only one, Boodles, with Fever Tree Tonic.
Glad you had fun.
My lack of interest in digital downloads, and displeasure with the curated single CD release of the ABB/Fillmore performances comprising the latest Sonic Journals' physical release, led to reluctant acceptance that I'd pass on official live material featuring Duane. But Tiggerbouncarific news from the responsive people @ OSF, who apparently underestimated public appetite for such a thing: a complete 3cd set of all available music from that run - that is, now combining the originally released single cd with the remaining material previously offered only by digital download.
Also, this unique nugget: Some pre-Tuna Jorma & Jack, and quoting the same Facebook page -
"We are almost ready to release the 3rd chapter of Bear's Sonic Journals: Jorma Kaukonen & Jack Casady, "Before We Were Them." We were hoping to celebrate this release this week with Hot Tuna at the Beacon Theater in New York on November 21, but it's not quite ready yet. The sonics and performance are stunning, and more than half of this show has never circulated on any tapes (we know because it took us 2 years to find the whole thing on unlabeled tapes in the vault). Just a few tweaks to go and we'll keep you posted on the launch date."
Edit: Hi D! Incidentally, I went w/ Makita and now have an impressive set. I only wished I'd trusted those cordless 4.0ah/18v batteries with tools other than the drill & driver - they are absolute monster power sources!/K
Weight your line so that your baithook is trolling at a depth of 19 years, you're looking to capture any Phish circa 12/99 (pending Big Cypress!). The sensible Millenial would simply subscribe to stream the band's vault for a set phee; but I do so love physical product. 12/16/99 arrived in the post-TGiving-post this a.m., and, Dear God, the 23+ min. opening-2nd set-salvo "Sand" constitutes some of the finest recorded improvisatory music of the late 20th century; then a brilliant 9+ minute "Mango" into perhaps my favourite musical tune, "Velvet Sea", then a mind-bending 'whale-call' session followed by an EPIC "Tweezer" (that reprises as an encore) , and concludes with the modern day country rock standard "Runaway Jim". That I've lived to see - and tour! - with such a band.
Dig "Sand" (pt.I) starting at 27:58 in this comp:
I s'pose it would be overly optimistic to say, 'order here', but I've heard some love - or a reasonable approximation thereof - 'round these parts:
Boomer Sooner and Go Bucks!
I'm still debating; a favourite album, but I'm concerned this will become a mere exhibit piece after the first pass or so - and I MUST stop accumulating those. Still, at $86.36 & free shipping on Amazon today, it's quite nearly irresistible.
$80.72 ... I may regret the pass here, but at this rate I'm convinced to hold out for Monday (edit: which it already is!).
So I arrived home Tuesday night - post a short biz trip - to find I'd played "chicken" with Amazon pricing ... and lost; back up to $120+. Volatile like crude oil, the price is down to an all-time low of $73.21 tonight (w/ a $10 Amazon coupon) so I pulled the trigger: No fool am I. Also just upgraded to the 6Cd Bootleg Series of the Basement Tapes 2 weeks ago (after living w/ the 2 disc release since Sept.'16 - and thinking w/ each listen, "this is some of the best music I've ever heard!"). Rhino & GDP are gonna have to compete hard for my $$$ during the 2019 blitz of 50-year anniversary releases; Dave better bring serious game to the table.... :)
On tour, that is. My first attendance of "The King & I" in Knoxville for the matinee show this p.m. Sadly, a quick trip home ahead of Diego; and if you don't know who he is, just check the southeast quadrant on national weather radar. Yikes. We're forecast a foot in the next 12-16 hours. Nevertheless, brilliant show with the magnificent Angela Baumgarden as Anna; I was reduced to a teary state when she sang "Young Lovers" and its reprise. I appreciate the avoidance of historical recast within the parameters of contemporary political correctness versus expanded consciousness of universal human rights; indeed, the play's clear Asian stereotypes merely served to underscore their absurdity, as does Huck Finn, Heart of Darkness, etc. with regard to black people.
Anyway, round trip soundtrack comprised Wobbler ("Hinterland"), Phideaux ("Seven"x2), and Riverside ("Out of Myself"); if you'd've told me 3 months ago that I'd be listening to a steady diet of modern Prog, I would've bet a paycheck that Mueller's first official filing wouldn't have indicted 45 for criminal activity - and been wrong on both counts. Great music being made in spades today. Of note: I had a derogatory post regarding Dylan deleted in the Christmas Album thread on SHF b/c it was declared a "threadcrap"; well, at least the last 4 letters of that rationale apply to BobbyD's X-mas release.
Back "home" last night. Staying at the lovely Bertram. Logan was a predictable mess. My parents' residence - the place I grew up - transfers next week after Christmas; no sound financial reason to have held on so long now. Lovely meal at The Abbey (prosciutto wrapped Asparagus, fresh burrata, fig and baby leaf salad then pan-roasted duck breast with smoked mashed potatoes, creamed savoy cabbage and red wine orange demi (food: my other obsession :) ); papers signed this afternoon - then a lovely couple mile evening walk around Fenway's shell. Home tomorrow; Boston is now just a hard memory.
Flight playlist comprised of contemporary Prog, which has become my preferred musical landscape of late. I wonder if a generation can recognize a Golden or Renaissance period mid-era? I suspect we're there, and have been for at least 10-15 years or so: Phideaux, Big Big Train, Southern Civilisation, Riverside, Haken ... and of course, this wouldn't be a tailored preference if I didn't comprehend some universally recognized acts like Pineapple Thief and Steve Wilson. I'm learning to live in the Wealth of the Moment, rather than the past; but, this insight has come at great personal loss. I suspect many of you have been pushed down this inevitable path long ago: here's to the bitter and the sweet; may our children not know until it's absolutely necessary.
Principles Of Adult Behavior
1. Be patient. No matter what.
2. Don’t bad-mouth: Assign responsibility, not blame. Say nothing of another you wouldn’t say to him.
3. Never assume the motives of others are, to them, less noble than yours are to you.
4. Expand your sense of the possible.
5. Don’t trouble yourself with matters you truly cannot change.
6. Expect no more of anyone than you can deliver yourself.
7. Tolerate ambiguity.
8. Laugh at yourself frequently.
9. Concern yourself with what is right rather than who is right.
10. Never forget that, no matter how certain, you might be wrong.
11. Give up blood sports.
12. Remember that your life belongs to others as well. Don’t risk it frivolously.
13. Never lie to anyone for any reason. (Lies of omission are sometimes exempt.)
14. Learn the needs of those around you and respect them.
15. Avoid the pursuit of happiness. Seek to define your mission and pursue that.
16. Reduce your use of the first personal pronoun.
17. Praise at least as often as you disparage.
18. Admit your errors freely and soon.
19. Become less suspicious of joy.
20. Understand humility.
21. Remember that love forgives everything.
22. Foster dignity.
23. Live memorably.
24. Love yourself.
Saw, that too. I'm thinking of keeping a copy handy wherever I am as well...
Interesting he has this epiphany after such a cool gig (10-2-77)
Last summer I was camped one night in the high desert of eastern Oregon, 60 miles from the nearest town, just sitting in my chair looking at the stars while my dog was snoozing in the car. Suddenly, five wild horses come walking up and stop about 25 feet away and just stand there, side by side, looking at me for a couple minutes and then slowly turn and walk away.
Rather extraordinary offering from Amazon.uk this afternoon on a massive release that has met consistent critical and buyer acclaim, going for over $500 from most sources, this afternoon 66 BPS, or 85USD. There is a catch: printed material is in French, and while this does not prove a deterrent to me at 0.38 per disc (200 cds (see actual carted price below)), it may be a consideration for others.
EDIT: Regardless of list, I just carted for 55.40BPS w/ shipping to States for 3.08, a total currently equaling $75. GDP ought feel free to print the liner notes of my next box in any language of their choosing should it so drastically lower the release cost!
No idea if you'll see this Wild Horses person but I have those animal experiences too; it's a crazy feeling right?? And so hard to explain to anyone! Sort of like a Dead show and now sort of like a Dead & Co. show. Pure magic.
Upon seemingly benign insistence by a guilefully sweet 5 year old in my life, I relented to a break in her floor scrubbing duties to hear the "Baby Shark Song". What could go wrong?
I've now outfitted the electric drill with a long-reach, 3/16 inch, tapered titanium bit, which appears to be the correct diameter for my auditory canal. I'm going in for removal...
I picked up tix w/ a Neil Archive membership code last month to shows on the 28th & 29th (this Mon. & Tues. - Orpheum/State Theatres), effectively signing away rights to my first born in the process. Leaving for Minnesota tomorrow midday - 15 hours, 900 miles - while taking the trip in 2 legs, stopping south of Chicago early Sat. evening.
This gives me a full day and a half in Minneapolis prior to the first show, an allowance made for my inaugural visit! While I've crafted a little triptik based on internet research, I'd welcome suggestions regarding restaurants, local beer, museums, et al. Putting together my music roster I'm studiously avoiding Young's catalogue (as with Mary, heavy on Dylan right now, to include a third full swing through MB/MT); speaking of Swing, I dearly wish it'd be in the morning post, but probably not./K :)
Landmark Center is an interesting building. I was there yesterday for a classical music concert. There are several exhibits inside as it is a historically interesting and restored building. I guess the restoration was done in 1978, and before that there were places where the bird poop was a foot deep. Anyway, it has nice cafe downstairs as well. I recommend the chicken sandwich. -10 though this morning so wear your long johns I guess.
When I left Neil and MN Wed morning it was -20something air & -50 windchill temps. Ran the tri-state peak in sun and 65F today. It'd be funny if it weren't so broke; and, of course, there's a tweet for that. Despite the forbidding cold, I meandered home along a southeast course plotted through a number of record/music stores mentioned around SHF and turned up by my own Googlizing. My favourite experience was completely unplanned and occurred as I was heading downtown from the Boho Mecca of Louisville's Highlands via Bardstown Rd when, having missed my cut-off at Broadway, I landed in a modest neighbourhood that housed this proportionately attired little jewel:
EDIT I: Drat, see that we can no longer post pics with an HTML code.
From the darkened street, it was easy to see a kid with a Gibson plugged in and playing inside the front window. The superb name and shabby-chic mein (not to mention available street parking!) proved irresistible; and though vinyl selection is predictably small, this hole-in-the wall epitomizes the charm, friendliness, and community of a genuine corner record store.
Coming out, a couple guys were talking through a car window from which I heard a glorious opening melody suggestive of early electric folk, and then caught most of the amazing lyrics that I now know by heart:
"And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
And you live in the past or a dream that you're in
And your selfishness is your cardinal sin."
It was - is - songcraft on the order of the greatest minstrel poet all of us already know, so, throwing caution to a nonexistent wind, I stopped, the guys turned, and I remarked brilliantly, "That's not Dylan". Honestly. And to this pointless, dunderheaded statement, the (thankfully) good-natured, 50-ish guy in the driver's seat laughed and said, "Honey, this is Rodriguez". Fifteen or so minutes later, after listening to the balance of Cold Fact post "Janis", as well as the renowned opening track, "Sugar man" - and receiving a introductory block of instruction about many things Sixto - I left absolutely dizzied by the syntactic anarchy, storytelling scope, biting editorialism, and naked musical genius of this unheralded talent. I delayed departure the next day long enough to find a CD issue of Cold Fact - as well as the Oscar winning documentary - at a larger store and have about spun it to death since.
EDIT II: Double drat - Or Utube vids w/ an embed code?! (such things are emphatically not improvements)
P.S.: Thanks, WTJ, but I didn't make it. The cold really hampered mobility and I spent most of my time in the usual arty places and music shoppes. I'd love to return during the 3 weeks of Summer! :)
I despise duplicate purchases through reissues and the like, which is why I consider multi-sized release options with some deliberation. But as with the Basement Tapes, my 2-cd selection of Cutting Edge started to fail my increasing appetite for extended listening of this superb material - and MBMT aptly demonstrated that repetitive track listings were anything but an obstacle to repeated play. Kicked myself for failing to buy when XII Deluxe was $72 w/ coupon (koopen, in my best scotch soaked Ron White stage voice) a bit ago, so here's an opportunity for redemption: $75 on Amazon
Gotta be the sharpest looking corner record store snd conversational emporium I've yet to see. What a score!
A rather exciting new skeletal entry on Amazon today:
I love the raw energy of the RT tour and certainly the 2disc BS#5 proved only a tantalyzing suggestion of the larger library - a lot of boards, if I understand the recording history correctly. Screen shot fr: Netflix Italia for correlative Scorsese doc - https://www.instagram.com/p/Butn8vQlfBi/
Excellent-I have never read this list before, so thanks, Kate, for printing it out.
Looks extraordinary, and certainly outstanding value at that price point. Bonus disc is a bit anemic, but oh the prospect of those rehearsals in addition to a personally favoured tour. The home team will have it's work cut out topping this for primacy among '19 archival releases.