Wed, 06/16/2004 - 6:00 am

We went to Van Morrison at the wiltern which is kind of a stuffy, lied center sort of place.  no one was dancing, but we HAD to...people were upset behind us for standing up at a rock-n-roll concert...so we tried the aisle...the ushers told us we couldn't dance there...so ro' went to the manager to find out where we could dance, she said dance in your seat, maybe you'll start a trend. no trend, but some lady screamed at me, literally 6 inches from my face, "i didn't pay $200 to watch you dance"  now that hurt because i think i dance well...but that enraged my overprotective wife...who barely restrained herself from beating this woman up and went to the manager instead. meanwhile van cranks out another rocker that required dancing, so i got up and feeling the pressure of annoyance, danced up the aisle toward the door (so i would be out of the way) when the aforementioned woman's big fat husband tackled me into the door yelling at me to sit down!  seriously!

A number of people including the 6 foot 8 black dude who was the head usher peeled him off me and they kept saying to me, "do you want to press charges?"  My wife is on her way back to the seat with the manager and she freaks out "yes we want to press charges" and i'm saying "no, we want to see the concert..." they let us go back in and kicked out the big fat grumpy guy who couldn't enjoy a show that someone enjoyed more than him. i watched his wife sit waiting, (she wouldn't look me in the eye), until she realized he wasn't coming back...i was thinking that she must have got her money's worth by NOW.  by this time it was nearly encore time, at which point everyone except the handicap section, stood up...so we danced freely for the last three tunes, a nice brown-eyed girl (a tribute to my wife of course) and a raging shake, rattle and roll into roll over Beethoven.  had a good time over all...it was certainly memorable...we stopped to talk with the manager after the show to smooth things over and see what can be done about dancing in the future...she said don't worry, it was a strange audience and that guy should have stayed home to listen to his cd.

We left feeling pretty good about the whole night...when we got home there was a message from the wiltern manager saying, she was sorry about the hassle, and that she would like to have us back the next night.  we scrambled to find a babysitter, and took her up on the offer...at $85 (plus about $14 each for ticketmaster fees) per ticket, couldn't turn that down - she put us in a nice spot where there was a little dancing room behind our seats (and no people) we had a good time, though the first night was more rockin'...we did get treated to the appearance of Tom Jones to sing "sometimes we cry" that he and van recorded together.  this whole thing was definitely quite an experience!

Mon, 08/02/2004 - 4:31 pm

Last night was fun...the problems were many and it was quite revealing to me why I have moved on from this scene and band, but I had a great time singing and dancing and especially enjoyed all the ballads!

First set was frustrating in that Jimmy Herring's guitar was mostly inaudible, I watch his fingers doing backflips on his fretboard during Music Never Stopped, but no sound...that kind of thing drives me batty...Estimated Prophet was fun for me but flat musically...but like Aaron @ Grateful Web said recently: "there were repeated "moments" throughout the night that were magic little blips of milking the universal turkey of bliss..."

The Dead teased The Other One throughout, which was fun because I never knew when they were really going to play it...glad they held off till late, because that was fun just guessing...most of the crowd were oblivious to what was really going on, but did not get in the way too much...somewhere in the ploddingly slow (but musically interesting) Bird Song, the four people in front of me left and I gave glances up and down the row, no one was moving in, so i did and suddenly I was free...five seats to myself and the couple that was next to me (on ecstasy?) started dancing crazy too...Reuben and Cherise was an absolute treasure...how often are you ever going to hear that one? the jam fizzled but who cares...

Jimmy Herring

Drums and Space were both excellent, and IMO, one of the best reasons to see this band and earlier versions since the late 80's...the drummers, were a bit heavy handed and dragged the music down most of the night, but during drums they were very free to do their thing...Shine on Crazy Diamond was a surprise and sloppy and awesome, again, how often are you going to hear that live?  Great vocals and solo by Warren Haynes (who was somewhat subdued all night)...other one teases galore, st. stephen, i love for signing along, though not many folks in my section seemed to want to scream, ran into the loss of Jimmy's sound again here, but most of the second set he was loud and playing well, but comes a time was certainly the peak of the night for me and the other one got a pounding intro thatdrowned out phil's bassline...this matter of the Dead's sound being way to clutter and messy is my biggest complaint...i keep dreaming of the lightness and clarity of Kimock's sound (i had to get an skb plug in somewhere)...

if i had more room the dancing might have been better, but gdtrfb was one of the few truly danceable songs that night, but mediocre performance...then the pure Jerry moment of the night came with the gorgeous harmonies and sweet playing of angel band...this was the most obvious statement of happy bday Jerry they made...glad i went, i'll even dl rob clarke's recording, though i'll only listen once...this is definitely a see them live kind of band, and not a listen on tape kind of band...that is more than needs to be said here..

Sun, 05/08/2005 - 5:05 pm

On the anniversary of one of the all-timers, this show is held so dear by so many deadheads that it is one of the true links for newbie to old-timer (as someone notes below).  It has almost invariably been one of the first tapes of a show that we first had our minds blown by and one of the first tapes that we literally wore out...most of us know the Betty Board with the Minglewood fade in and the chunk missing (Ouch!) from Lazy Lightning>Supplication which otherwise is of great quality.  My highest recommendation is to listen regularly to the Rob Eaton / Betty Board with the Audience splice for those two glitches, but there is something very special about an excellent audience tape (CD). Obnoxious fan comments and offbeat clapping are generally made up for by the ambiance and crowd response, making one feel even more a part of the original experience.  This is an excellent audience with a minimum of negative audience intrusion.

As for the show itself, there is little that can be added to the many previous reviews, except, perhaps, to note the sometimes unheralded gems of the first set.  Everyone knows how otherworldly the second set is and of course the Dancin' from set one is held as perhaps the finest version around.  But despite a somewhat disappointing Minglewood, almost every version of songs from set one could be thought of as "best" versions.  In particular my favorites are Loser, TLEO, Jack Straw (for its fluidity and perfect groove, how often do you think of this song for its groove?!), BE Women (again for the ease and fluidity of Jerry's playing and the rest of the band not getting in the way), Row Jimmy (some of Jer's best slide work ever!), and Dancin' (finding the non-stop, eternal groove).

The second set has the bonus of "everybody's favorite fun game Take-A-Step-Back". And beside the mundane Estimated, the set is perfectly, ineffably transcendent.  Scarlet>Fire is the version to which all Scarlet>Fire's are compared with a beautiful transition and explosive Fire! St. Stephen >NFA>St. Stephen is perfection containing some spectacularly relentless jamming and a wonderful mind trip segue out of NFA back into St. Stephen (nice fake out, aborting the move back into St. Stephen and finishing NFA before actually going back to complete St. Stephen...I am still occasionally surprised when this happens each time I re-listen!!!).  And then the Mother of Morning Dews!  Pure Bliss!  On this version, too, I am always surprised by the length, fluidity and power of the ending jam! Every member of the band gives their all, and it is an oversite to not mention the brilliance of the drumming which puts this version over the top.

This show can certainly hold its own against the great shows that are on the tip of the tongue for so many deadheads.  2/13/70, 8/27/72 and 5/8/77 may be the most talked about shows of all time.  And that is not to say that they are the "best" shows per se, because grading is always going to be subjective, but they definitely have whatever qualities it takes to be mentioned with the best!  And IMO it is just fun to listen and then attempt to explain what it is that made the experience so miraculous...enjoy!

At this point, in the spirit of favorites, I'd like to invite anyone to tell us your favorite shows and if you want to add why, please do, as this is always a fun things to discuss and remember! My challenge to you all is to make a list of favorites, one show (OK, maybe a pair or short run if that clinches a choice from a great year such as 73) from each year!  Here is my list today and thanks for this stroll down Nostalgia Street:

07/16,17/66 - makes a nice pair, nice snapshot of time...good sound (haven't heard much of 1966)

03/18/67 - for setlist and sound quality - representative of era (11/11/67 alternative is more like 68)

02/14/68 - Dark Star>China Cat>The Eleven! and 1st Spanish Jam!

03/01/69 - the whole Fillmore run is great! and 11/08/69 for its unusual set list

02/13/70 - must have Dark Star! 2/11 might be "interesting" because of guests...

04/29/71 - for the Aligator>GDTRFB, whole run is special; 08/06/71 special mention for Hard to Handle

08/27/72 - NOT overrated! Playin', Bird Song, Dark Star>El Paso>Sing Me Back Home - fall 72 is amazing

05/26/73 - 3 sets, but many of shows from 73 qualify...maybe the pair of 12/18,19 fully represents

06/28/74 - blew my mind the hardest, though it may have been the acid...2/22-24, 3/23, & 6/18

08/13/75 - this really was the best of the few from 75

10/15/76 - especially paired with 10/14...6/28-29 and 10/09-10 are excellent pairs, too

05/08/77 - hands down!  see above, too many honorable mentions

07/08/78 - the aborted Eyes that veers into The Other One first is only the beginning...

10/27/79 - love this for the Dancin'>Franklins and the Caution Jam

10/??/80 - take your pick, I can't choose - acoutic sets

10/19/81 - Barcelona for Scarlet>Fire, and Spanish Jam>Other One>Stella; 10/12 GDTRFB, plus...

04/03/82 - fave, not best; I love 82; 4/6, 7/25, 9/21 (set one Playin>Crazy Fingers!), 10/9-10

04/16/83 - with Stephen Stills; not high on 83-84, but some gems; 4/12 is good; st sephen returns 3x in October!

12/31/84 - AWESOME Shakedown!  great NYE!  6/30 is underated, 7/13 gets worthy mention

06/25/85 - underrated show in a favorite year - Jerry's voice is trashed, but his guitar wails; 6/30, 7/1 makes nice run

12/16/86 - esp paired with 12/15...Jer is BACK...like this one for Sugaree>JackStraw set 1 closer

09/18/87 - maybe best show of modern era! Shakedown and Dew are all-timers!

04/30/88 - for the Shakedown and encore of China>Rider>OMSN!

10/19/89 - another great year...this one for set 2; Alpine run 2nd to none, too

09/19/90 - this one for the Bruce and Jerry jam after set 2 Let It Grow; 3/29 for Branford!

06/25/91 - great Scarlet>Fire, Comes a Time; 3/21 for Scarlet>Fire>Stir It Up jam

06/28/92 - for To Lay Me Down and Casey Jones encore

05/16/93 - Best Help>Slip>Franklins in a LONG time, Looks like Rain; 5/15 Bird Song is INSANE; 6/22 also a fave

10/05/94 - for weirdness of set 2, very spotty year, St. Louis was a good run, except Jer's lyrics...Eugene, too

3/18/95 - there was not a great show this year, some memorable moments, though...

Fri, 06/10/2005 - 4:04 pm

I made a deal with my wife that if I could get the kids to bed, so that everything at the ol' homestead was settled and peaceful, then I could go to the show.  So I went, though I was delayed enough by my two daughters that I arrived at the tail end of Dark Star Orchestra's first set.  DSO is not just your average Grateful Dead cover band.  There is a huge debate in the music world about cover bands and I don't know what to think, but at the very least it is always fun.  Can you really ask for more?  Well, yes, but let's come back to that question after a quick review of their show Wednesday night near Albany in Clifton Park, NY.

Northern Lights is an adequate venue.  Roomy, two big bars, and tables and chairs in the back and off to the side for the non-dancers.  I wandered through the crowd as the set came to a raucous conclusion with Lazy Lightning into Supplication.  Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves during a hot set, with the emphasis on the temperature.  Hot day, big thunderstorm and Dark Star Orchestra…quite an exciting day.

So first off, I found the merchandise table to find out what I missed.  Part of the fun of a DSO performance is that they usually play a setlist from an actual Grateful Dead concert.  So many of the archival minded fans try to figure out what show it is while it is happening.  They opened with Mississippi Half Step and Franklin's Tower, so immediately I thought, 78 to 83 since 77 was more known for the Help On the Way>Slipknot> Franklin's trio, and they stopped doing Lazy Lightning about 1983 (I think), plus I think the first "All Over Now" performance was 1978.  The guys at the merch table said it was a "Donna" show (they even alter their line-up to mimic what version of the Dead played that particular show, i.e., A show from 72-74 has one drummer and Lisa Mackey plays the role of Donna Godchaux, 76-79 includes Ms. Mackey, but the band has two drummers, etc) so it had to be 78 or early 79.

That setlist info did not yet satisfy my pedantic Deadhead hunger to talk tapes.  So I hoped to find one or two of the few folks that I knew might give me that satisfaction.  It is funny to me, because as I go along on this musical journey, I realize that I am in the minority of individuals who give a rat's ass about archives.  Most people are there for a good time.  Sure, me too, but I really love to talk about stats and setlists.  My wife thinks it is a horrible ego thing.  She thinks it is simply showing off how much you remember about meaningless information.  Perhaps.  It is a lot like sports in that way.  Knowing a pitcher's ERA and how well they do against right or left handed batters, etc can bring a lot more to the game than just watching teams duke it out. To me, comparing and stirring memories of shows seen, heard, or even simply read about is fun for me to talk about, plus it can add color to a particular concert experience.  I sometimes have a hard time letting go of that, which in turn sometimes interferes with just enjoying the show.

Anyway I found my friend Dale, who I was hoping to find, and my archival hunger was sated.  We discussed the intricacies and dynamics of the 78-79 era from which we were both confident this show came.  We recalled highlights and favorites as well its inconsistencies and "problems" from the time.  No, not gas prices and inflation, but Donna's screeching out of key and Garcia's raging, heroin-fed, too-many-notes style of playing (that I felt marred his performances from 78 to 84, yet others love that about this period, to each his own).

I also found out that the replacement keyboard player for DSO was the now famous in GD circles Rob Barraco, from The Dead and Phil Lesh Quintet.  This was a big question coming into this tour, because DSO lost their keyboard player Scott Larned, who died in April of this year (of course that is just one more eerie DSO comparison to the original band), may he rest in peace.  Barraco played admirably well, though at times, may have been slightly out of synch with the rhythm section.

Then we found time to move on to the other important things, like who else is coming to town, et cetera.  The next big thing for the New York capital district for many of us is the impending visit from Steve Kimock, the amazing guitarist who held down "Jerry duty" for the first The Other Ones tour in 1998, who also incidentally had played with DSO the night before in Teaneck, NJ for an original setlist show.  I wish I had seen that one!  Anyway, time to get back to set two.

Set two started off with the light bounce of Scarlet Begonias which was fine, but it was hot in there and the guitar and drums seemed a little sluggish.  As the transition into Fire on the Mountain kicked in, things started getting weird, some shrieking guitars, disjointed and spacey.  Problem was things never gelled into a groove that carried you.  Here I had my first, to me, hilarious thought.  Does the band simply play the setlist from that particular show, or do they go so far as to mimic the shape of certain jams and even play poorly on purpose in an effort to play it like the Dead did?  That would be a very funny joke, indeed.

As I listen back to the original show through archive.org, I realize two things, one, this is NOT the case, and two, lead guitarist, John Kadlecik, cannot approach Garcia's speed and fluidity.  On the original Scarlet, Garcia played his classic "paragraph-like" flurries of notes, in a Coltranesque "sheets of sound" of which he had spoken at times. The DSO Scarlet>Fire was somewhat disappointing.  Something didn't work, whether it was the plodding drums that couldn't quite entrain, or the sluggish guitar work, I don't know.

There seemed to be a spark of something during Samson and Delilah, but still something was not quite clicking.  Don't get me wrong, I think DSO does a fantastic job, and until this show, they had way surpassed any expectation I had for them. Perhaps the drums and keyboards just didn't quite sync up, but something wasn't "happening".

Terrapin Station turned things around a bit.  Kadlecik offered some nice explorations and detours that led to a powerful closing jam.  Then the crown jewel of the evening came through a surprisingly spacey and bizarre Playin' in the Band.  This was worth the price of admission.  This kind of music is the number one reason why I like to see a live performance.  The drummers found synchronicity, and the band effortlessly explored some of the darker reaches of the nethersphere.

Playin' in the Band became the opportunity for some fun and wild dancing. To me, the long stretches of "jamming" offer the room for self –expression on the dance floor, as long as the drummers hold it together.  To me the "songs" don't offer the surprises that these instrumental explorations do.  Obviously this is a matter of taste and half the dance floor was standing there, jaw-dropped and bowled over, and only a handful of us were "freaking out".  Anyway, it was a worthwhile freak out and left this soft and out-of-shape freak longing for the old days, when I could dance my heart out all night.  Now I am quite content with a single set, but I digress.  In retrospect, the Playin' offered many of the crazy Garcia tones and shrieks, but lacked the speed of the aforementioned barrage of notes that Garcia tended toward during this heavy heroin period.

Drums ensued, offering the dancers (those that still had energy) more opportunity to get down with a powerful and tight display of pyrotechnical drumming.  Space continued the dancers bliss, leading into an explosive Other One bass intro, satisfying our Phil fix, though in general, Kevin Rosen's bass playing understandably tends to lack the depth and power of the original.  This comparison issue is another of the many problems that arises with cover bands, though, as I said before, DSO isn't your average cover band.

A sweet Wharf Rat allowed us all to sing every man's story, "But I'll get back on my feet someday/I know that the liiiiiiife I'm livin's no good/But I'll get a new start, live the life I should!"  Always introspective and yet triumphant in the end.  Good Lovin' brought things home in a rollicking and rockin' finale.  An encore of US Blues and "filler" Second That Emotion closed out an all in all, a fun if not spectacular or mind-blowing experience.

So of course the question follows:  Can a cover band really blow your mind?  Maybe so, or maybe not.  Any band can treat you to something you have never experienced, to stretch the boundaries of what you may expect and of what you know to be possible, and in that way, DSO may blow some minds.  Hell, a Judas Priest tribute band might blow some minds…"Some heads are gonna roll!"

But the bigger question may be one of value.  How often do we get to experience live music, and especially those songs of a band we love that no longer exists or tours.  Some say Ratdog, Phil Lesh Quintet and The Dead are merely glorified cover bands.  Does including an original member raise them to a "higher" level than a local cover band?  What if the cover band plays "better"!?  What if the cover band cost one tenth of the price?  What if you can see the band in a cozy local bar with your best friends instead of a huge hockey arena with thousands of people who are rude and obnoxious, infringing on your good vibes?  Maybe seeing an original past their prime holds more value than "quality of music" or "atmosphere" because seeing the originator of something may shed more light on a particular quality of their music than anything a tribute artist ever could.  Or maybe not.

But does seeing a cover band lead to impossible comparisons and expectations?  I believe that is the case, with the comparison issue, but who really has high expectations when seeing a cover band?  That they continually defy expectation is one of the reasons that DSO has become so popular, I believe.  As Grateful Web's own Tony Casson described in his review of Phish cover-band Phix, seeing such a cover band allows for "a pleasant evening listening to well-remembered tunes without any of the emotional investment that comes from the excitement of seeing the band in person."   I think that sums it up pretty well, yet now we are facing the problem of paying over twenty bucks a pop to see DSO.  That increases the emotional investment, I'd say.  It also increases the level of expectation, and maybe even the level of comparison, especially coupled with the fact that they actually play particular setlists from the Dead - even more so when they cover a "classic" show.  DSO has recently played such classics as 6/28/74 and 5/8/77, yielding this review of the latter (played last Saturday in Philadelphia) on the band's website.

Rob Eaton, Lisa Mackey & John Kadlecik

"Philly was mindblowing. The band displayed nuts of steel, daring to pull out all the stops and reach unbelievable peaks. Some of these seemed to exceed the original. I wasn't at the Cornell show, but it's one of my favorite tapes. For me, DSO didn't quite nail the 'Fire', but the NFA>ST>NFA, and the Mourning Dew and the Saturday night exceeded the originals. A pure mass of psychedelia. Vast and deep synchronous hatchet swings into the void. The guitars turned into thundersticks and new guitars, drums and keys turned up in new layers to lead new charges."

Such hyperbole can make many folks laugh, when considering the weight that is given to such a show in the Grateful Dead pantheon of myth and lore (see my review of the 5/8/77 recording on Grateful Web).  I am sure that folks would be startled by how good the DSO show really was.  But I bet most folks would be even more startled by how much better the original Grateful Dead show was!  Yet, no one can ever truly contend which is "better" as it is all ultimately a matter of opinion.  Which is also ultimately why all of the comparisons are BS and nothing more than, as my wife claims, ego based ravings.  And so is this and every review, yet, for some of us even there lies value.

Value is also in the pocketbook of the beholder.  Some folks are "going on tour" with DSO, some are "on tour" with The Dead or Phil or Ratdog, and some would never think of following even the original, yet for five bucks and drink specials, one might find more value with the local cover band for that pleasant evening of well-remembered tunes without the emotional and financial baggage that goes with seeing the original.  And perhaps as long as we have fun, none of the rest really matters.  Maybe DSO has a nice gimmick with the covering whole shows concept that gets some folks in the door, but they play extremely well and most of the time they really do provide the essence of the Grateful Dead experience.  And always it is fun, as long as expectation and comparison don't get in the way!

Mon, 07/04/2005 - 9:10 pm

In light of the upcoming Fourth of July I would like to invite all readers to comment with your ideas of what constitutes American Music.  We could get a very nice discussion going regarding bands, styles, influences, allusions, imagery, intent, and anything else that might come up about what American Music is, was, means and does.

This is really a simple take on the subject of American Music, with no research nor preparation.  I simply thought it might be a nice idea for us to consider our roots on this holiday for the birth of our truly great country, despite its faults.  America is known as the "melting pot" and most of what it offers, in my humble opinion, is a wonderful blending of styles and ideas, dissonance and consonance, right and left, red and blue (hopefully our leaders remember that it is yellow and not white that fills the color spectrum, and that metaphor, I hope needs no explanation).  This blending does not always result in balance, in fact, more often it swings back and forth, "rocks" if you will, between extremes. What musical genres are truly American?  Blues, Bluegrass, Jazz, Rock-n-Roll…Maybe Grunge?  Hip Hop?  It is certainly open for discussion.

The namesake of this website is obviously the Grateful Dead, and I think no single band encompasses American Music more than they, though that is also certainly open for discussion.  They embodied it all, bluegrass, country, blues, jazz, rock, disco, funk, pop…whatever those terms mean.  I will always remember the following quote from Bob Dylan when Jerry Garcia died.

"There's no way to measure his greatness or magnitude as a person or as a player.  I don't think eulogizing will do him justice.  He was that great—much more than a superb musician with and uncanny ear and dexterity.  He is the very spirit personified of whatever is muddy river country at its core and screams up into the spheres.  He really had no equal.  To me he wasn't only a musician and friend, he was more like a big brother who taught and showed me more than he'll ever know.  There are a lot of spaces and advances between the Carter Family, Buddy Holly and say, Ornette Coleman, a lot of universes, but he filled them all without being a member of any school.  His playing was moody, awesome, sophisticated, hypnotic and subtle.  There is no way to convey the loss.  It just digs down really deep."

It is always nice to fall back on that quote when I argue about the importance of Grateful Dead music. Almost everyone gives some credence, especially in the music world, to Bob Dylan.  But it seems very few folks really give much credit to the Grateful Dead.  It is funny, because it is probably the drug thing that gets in the way.  Yet many Jazz legends were heroin addicts, many Country musicians were drunks, even Mozart was a partier, and Dylan himself was wasted during much of his career…yet no one takes Jerry seriously because why, because of the fanaticism of deadheads?  Well, here is one deadhead that will make a small argument for the importance of Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead to American Music, and in turn the world.

Grateful Dead | Bonner Springs, KS | 6/24/91

(And, it seems, this article has quickly deteriorated into an off-handed tribute to Jerry Garcia with the 10th anniversary of his death only a month away.  May he Rest In Peace.)

OK, so I won't really argue, but rather, just make a few comments on the Grateful Dead's songbook and their place in American Music. If one looks at the songs of the Dead, it becomes obvious there is a huge breadth of material and styles.  There are the traditional-styled songs of Americana, the west, and the frontier in Jack Straw, Loser, Mexicali Blues, Candyman, Black-Throated Wind, Friend of the Devil, Cassidy, Deal, Let it Grow…that sounds like a nice first set, huh?  In the second set the Dead could explore the world of funk and Disco with Shakedown Street and come up with Grateful excursions into the worlds of Rock-n-Roll and Jazz in songs like Scarlet Begonias into Fire On the Mountain, Estimated Prophet into Eyes of the World, and soar through the cosmos with Dark Star.  They displayed warring Drums and primal Space.  Insane explosions of chaos in The Other One resolved into deep Beauty and the unarmed emotional vulnerability of Stella Blue, but damn it, we can still "dust off those rusty strings one more time; gonna make 'em shine!"  And we can Rock to close with Sugar Magnolia.  Tonight's double encore (all too rare) is US Blues for the party and a send-off lullaby like Brokedown Palace, which I sing to my daughters nearly every night.  I wish I could have seen THAT show…

There are so many songs that just scream Americana in the likes of Dire Wolf, Dupree's Diamond Blues, Stagger Lee, Ship of Fools, Row Jimmy, Sugaree, Ramble On Rose, Uncle John's Band, Cumberland Blues, Friend of the Devil, Ripple and on and on.  How many Jerry ballads were there that embodied the spirit of the underdog or the comeback? Isn't that sort of an American theme, at least an adopted one?  The aforementioned Stella Blue, Wharf Rat, China Doll, Comes a Time, even Black Peter, Touch of Grey, Crazy Fingers and Days Between.

Bruce Hornsby

They also covered songs from history and the present.  They covered blues standards like Walkin' Blues and Little Red Rooster, rock-n-roll classics like Not Fade Away and Around and Around, country favorites like Big River and Mama Tried, a ton of the Dylan songbook, the Beatles, and bits and pieces from here, there and everywhere (no, they never covered that one).  And of course Jazz was embodied in "Space", the Dead's opportunity to explore the craziest spaces of the nethersphere a la Ornette Coleman and John Coltrane.  They even teased us Miles Davis' "So What" one March night in 1988, which became a classic for Garcia and David Grisman's acoustic experiment.  They drew on as many influences as any band on the planet, let alone America.

And my vote for the performance that sums up the single most classic American moment in American Musical History would have to be the Grateful Dead's performance of Dylan's "It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry" on September 10th 1991 at Madison Square Garden, with Bruce Hornsby and Branford Marsalis.  That song, with its distinctly American themes (what is more American than the Railroad?) and style of folky blues, sung by Garcia, in more of the "author's voice" (as Elvis Costello phrased it) than even the author himself, colored by the distinctly American piano that Hornsby brings to it, and the depths of the soul from the jazzy blues strains of Branford's saxaphone, personifies this classic moment in a truly American musical blend.  What's more, how about MSG as maybe the classic American rock venue?  It might only be more perfect, if it were played at Carnegie Hall or maybe Lincoln Center on the 4th of July.

The funniest thing to me about this whole article is that I am qualifying music as if one piece of American Music actually could be "more" or "less" American than others. (And what's more American than that?  Reds are more American than Blues...)  I should like to say that in our American melting pot, the only truly requisite American quality is that it has a blend of influences and styles.  Maybe the biggest lesson here may be that when we try to isolate something, a style or idea, the vacuum kills it.  Lets not let America be killed by trying to homogenize it into pop country and teeny bop, NASCAR and PGA, reds and blues, Wall Street and Bourbon Street, beef and tofu, mini-vans and bicycles, Nikes and Birkenstocks…we need all the spaces in between and beyond in order to grow.

Grateful Dead | Highgate, VT | June 1995

Anyway, here are a few thoughts about about a few classics in the American Musical World (in no particular order other than this is the order I thought of them):

Bob Dylan—sort of speaks for himself

Bela Fleck—god of the banjo, marriage of Bluegrass and Jazz and even classical music

Bruce Hornsby—carves out his distinctly American niche

John Coltrane—classic Jazz, I think his work with McCoy Tyner has a truly "American" feel

Bill Monroe—the father of Bluegrass, blending European folk songs filtered through Appalachia with Gospel

David Grisman—Bluegrass meets Jazz through the mandolin

Hank Williams—the father of country music

Bob Wills—father of Texas Swing

Miles Davis—hugely influential Jazz composer and player

Louis Armstrong—as important a figure in American Music as Jerry Garcia, as a player, vocalist, composer…Ken Burns says he and Ellington are the 2 most important Musicians in Jazz, and perhaps all of American Music

Duke Ellington—unparalleled prolifically as a composer, drawing on multiple influences

American Classical Music…Aaron Copeland, Phillip Glass - I'm sure many others, too

John Cage - too insane for words, not necessarily fun to listen to, but "important"

Metallica—turned a European music into an American institution

Pearl Jam and Nirvana—something from Metal to make Grunge its own thing and also distinctly American

Marvin Gaye—one could argue it doesn't get any more American than Motown

Otis Redding—Ahh, Otis…pain and sincerity, also an American icon

Janes Addiction—sex and violence, sounds like America to me

James Brown—the father of Soul…another American Institution

Phish—the second Generation from the Dead and Hendrix and the like…for me what separates Phish from the Dead, among other things, is that the Dead were a diverse group of musicians from distinctly different backgrounds, whereas Phish was a group of musicians that were mostly similarly influenced by diverse influences, the natural evolution process, I suppose… 

Allman Bros—embodied the southern bluesy rock thing, that became much more limited with the death of Duane, who was their purest musician of true diversity from Jazz to Country a la Garcia, who also arguably was the real meat of Derek and the Dominoes, not Clapton

George Clinton and P-Funk—yeah!

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Please add comments with your thoughts and additions or subtractions...

Happy Independence Day!

Fri, 08/12/2005 - 11:32 am

Reportedly nearly 20,000 people came together in upstate New York for The Gathering of the Vibes' Tenth Anniversary, which juxtaposes the tenth anniversary of Jerry Garcia's death and Saturday night will pay tribute to him, though most of us fans feel the whole weekend is a tribute to him.

Please check out the pics from Friday night before the camera got soaked and shut down.  There are also some good shots from the rest of the weekend, too, including a clip of Del McCoury in the Gallery as well (see Sunday photos, the mpeg file).

My disclaimer, folks, is that I did not get to see ALL of the festival.  I had to travel from Saratoga Springs each day due to child care and family things which are always the priority.  But hopefully I can represent this excellent weekend well enough, though.

It was a new set up for the Vibes.  A big flat field at the Indian Lookout Country Club, rather than on the hill like last year.  It certainly makes dancing better this way!  Lots of porta potties and trash cans made it easy to enjoy the day.  Plus, kudos to the fans and Clean Vibes folks who spearheaded a tremendous clean up job after each night's conclusion set.  "Let's leave only footprints, folks."

Friday held a full range of music. My friend Lauren said the Ryan Montbleau set (which I missed) was excellent. Friday also was sort of a Strangefolk reunion day, with Windfalls and Assembly of Dust playing great sets.  I really think Reid Genauer of Assembly of Dust is a great songwriter and they had a wonderful performance.  Leo Nocentelli funked out some classic Meters tunes, including Cissy Strut and Hey Pocky Way.  The late night set was John Brown's Body, which I could not stay for, but they play some excellent, believable Reggae.

And of course the Crown jewel of the evening was RatDog's set.  It was laid WAAAAAY back.  Slow and chunky and it sounded great (after they got the sax volume figured out).  The highlights for me were a spirited Silvio, with the insertion of a couple breaks of "Tequila", as the the Thunderstorm hit.  This storm was no slouch.  We got soaked and there was no avoiding it (unless you had a VIP ticket and made a break for the VIP tent when the rain came).  It was one of those times you just had to surrender to the weather and just have fun.  In my humble opinion, the rain made this RatDog set more interesting than it would have been without.  The other highlight for me was Truckin'.  This song used to be one of those I never wanted to hear because it is so "common", but at some point, I realized just what a fun song it is.  The beat is great for dancing, and everyone loves to belt the lyrics out at the top of their lungs.  I always enjoy it, and likewise I enjoyed this one tremendously.  Submit to the downpour and boogie in the mud! Great fun, even if the music itself is not especially memorable.

Ominous Seapods

Saturday was the Hot and humid antithesis to the night before.  We received very little precipitation, but got nearly as wet with perspiration.  It was a classic summer festival, and the promoters did a fabulous job keeping the music going pretty much non-stop between the main and "jam" stages.  We got a long and weird-as-usual Keller Williams set in the heat of midday.  David Gans was joined by Donna Jean for a few tunes at the jam stage.  And Deep Banana Blackout still can bring the funk with pregnant Jen wailing away.  The Ominous Seapods re-united for a short set from the jam stage which provided excellent jams.  And the "house bands", Dark Star Orchestra and the Zen Tricksters, helped to facilitate the revolving door of stellar musicians sitting in for the Tribute to Jerry Garcia.

Perhaps the only "negative" to the day would be some issues of "reunionitis".  You know, folks haven't been playing together regularly, so the music isn't especially "tight", but simply being allowed the opportunity to see so many old friends together again playing those songs we love is enough to make the occasion a memorable one.  There was some evident reunion blues with the Ominous Seapods.  I was really excited to see them, and especially the now reclusive Max Verna.  They played well.  And it seemed Todd Pasternack was out to prove he was no mere replacement guitarist.  A good, but short set showed Max to not be always on the same page as the rest of the band, but lent an element of experimentation as well as some terrific peaks.

Wavy Gravy

Next it was time to bring on Dark Star Orchestra!  Well, it wasn't exactly "their" show.  Both Dark Star and the Zen Tricksters provided the House Band for the influx of guests throughout the night.  Here is where "reunionitis" also reared its head, but it was more problem of continuity, rather than flubs and sloppy play.  In fact we got some truly fine music.  There were plenty of glimpses into the abyss and beyond with some huge performances by Melvin Seals and Martin Fierro for JGB standards, and Peter Rowan for some of the favorites from the Old and in the Way days.  Peter was the consummate band leader wandering from player to player to bring out their best.  John Kadlecik played mandolin.  The Land of the Navaho got pretty crazy with Peter's crazy, throaty Native Warbling.

The night was planned out nicely leading from acoustic and bluegrass to some Dead to some JGB and then some more Dead.  For the most part, a logical and natural progression, though we never really got a multi-song thread of music, allowing players to warm up and take it to the next level through jams and segues.

Maybe John's best solo of the night came with the closing jam to Fire On the Mountain that included Keller Wiliams joining the fray.  Eyes of the World and Bird Song (with Reid and Adam from AOD) was less successful but included more phenomenal flute work from Julie Avallone from the Depth Quartet.  She lent a spectacular flair to the tunes, both visually and aurally.  It is as if she dances with her flute, twisting and back bending as she trills and thrills with her soloing.  She and Martin Fierro were jamming together throughout the night.

After that, Martin represented Legion of Mary with It's No Use and Favela.  And i must give some recognition to Fuzz from Deep Banana Blackout for his whacked out version of Easy Wind.  Some crazy stuff there, funked out and bizarre as anything played Saturday.  And certainly fun for dancing.

Railroad Earth

I felt the night really took off with an exquisite coupling of Mountains of the Moon and The Eleven with Tom Constanten on Keys. Jeff Mattson of the Zen Tricksters called forth the ancient qualities that Mountains of the Moon elicits, while Tom played "harpsichord".  Beautiful!  And the blissful Eleven was as good as anything I heard all night.  But, no, there was so much more!

We were treated to a huge segment of JGB material with Melvin, Gloria, Jackie, and Martin and Julie.  They gave us huge versions of That's What Love Will Make You Do, Like a Road, Don't Let Go and Harder They Come!  Wow!

Maybe the biggest regret was to not get a full set from DSO by themselves.  John, when he's "on", is as exciting a player as there is in the post Jerry world.  And tonight he was "ON"!  I wished that DSO had been given a longer time to do what they do by themselves.  That said, they played a gorgeous Mission in the Rain and capped the evening with a sick Music Never Stopped!  Donna wailed as believeably and meaningfully as I have ever heard her. And the band jammed it out to a raucous close!  We were sent off with a truly heartfelt word of thanks to the musicians ("from the West Coast") and the fans from Ken Hayes who pulled together a tremendous festival.  Plus the treat of a sweet Sisters and Brothers and Ripple with pretty much EVERYONE on stage.

Gathering of the Vibes 2005

Thank you to Ken and Terrapin and everyone who put so much into such a fantastic weekend.

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SETLIST:

A 10 Year Tribute to Jerry Garcia
August 13, 2005
Gathering Of The Vibes
Indian Lookout Country Club
Mariaville, NY

line up:
Dark Star Orchestra (primary band); Zen Tricksters (secondary band)
in approx. order of appearence:
David Nelson, Martin Fierro, Peter Rowen, Gloria Jones, Jaclyn LaBranch
David Gans, Scott Murawski, Keller Williams, Reid Genauer, Adam Terrell
Fuzz, Melvin Seals, Tom Constanten, Julie Avalone , Donna Jean Godchaux 

Jam ->
Attics Of My Life
Peggy-O *
Louis Collins *
Oh, The Wind and Rain *
Rocky Road Blues *!
Rosa Lee McFall +*
Lonesome LA Cowboy +*
Panama Red +*
White Dove +
Land of the Navajo +^
Midnight Moonlight +&@
Lazy River Road ^
Scarlet Begonias $ ->
Fire On The Mountain $
Eyes of the World %$ ->
Bird Song %$"
It's No Use !
Favela !
Easy Wind ~
Mountains on the Moon | ->
The Eleven
Thats What Love Will Make You Do =&!
Like A Road =&!
Don't Let Go =&!"
Harder They Come =&!"
Cumberland Blues *
Deal #
Mission in the Rain #
Good Lovin' #
Music Never Stopped #
Enc: My Brothers & Sisters **
Ripple **

* David Nelson -guitar, Vocals
! Martin Fierr0- sax, vocals
+ Peter Rowen- guitar Vocals
& Gloria Jones, Jaclyn LaBranch- backing vocals
^ David Gans
@ Scott Murawski (Max Creek, Depth Quartet)- guitar, vocals
$ Keller Williams
% Reid Genauer, Adam Terrell (Assembly of Dust)- guitar, vocals
~ Fuzz (Deep Banana Blackout)- guitar, vocals
| Zen Tricksters with Tom Constanten
= Melvin Seals- Keyboards Vocals
" Julie Avallone (Depth Quartet)- flute, sax
# Donna Jean Godchaux- vocals

** just about everyone

Sun, 10/30/2005 - 2:41 pm

Alright, so timeliness is not my forte.  I'm always getting caught up in the moment, hence my lateness with papers, reviews, bills, and work, but perhaps it is also a reason for my being drawn to The Steve Kimock Band, whose tendency to explore the moment through improvisation, emphasizes "the now" in music.  In my opinion, SKB consistently illustrates one of my favorite observations about existence that every "now" is a new "now", and they will continue to explore that maxim in their New Years Eve Celebration, The New Now Ball at San Francisco's Great American Music Hall.

Perhaps the only thing that really matters in music is the moment.  Or maybe not, but if so, is this "review" of an SKB show from late October still relevant?  Well, I'd like to think so.  There is at least some value in past and future, in memory and anticipation.  If this fall tour is any indication, the upcoming New Now Ball will be a moment in time to be remembered!

The "new now" theme for the upcoming NYE celebration is a fitting opportunity to explore some of the seeming contradictions of the jam band scene.  Improvisational music is by definition "about" the moment.  Is it strange that a type of music so tied to the moment has a fan base that places so much emphasis on capturing and cataloging that music?  Can the fan who "knows" all the "greatest" versions of a particular song ever be satisfied with an average performance?

Comparison and its bastard sibling Expectation often mar the moment.  The many blissful experiences I've had seeing Kimock have created the foundation for my anticipation of seeing him play.  I am always hopeful that this show will be among the best ever.  Oftentimes for me the first notes of a particular song will yield a rush of all the hopes and dreams tied to the memory of a particularly spectacular performance.   The better the performance memory, the higher the expectation. 

But how can you really compare performances?  How can a memory be better than a live experience?  If you are concernerd with how the present performance compares, then you are hardly experiencing the moment, right?  Not to mention how many variables play a role.  The scene, the sound, the weather...every listening experience is going to be different.

This particular performance, October 28th in Burlington, VT, was the show I've been waiting for. The Steve Kimock Band brought it all to the table this particular Friday night.  The song selection was top notch.  The venue was superb. And my wife and I were finally out without the kids!  Could it get any better than that?  Well, the lovely city of Burlington topped things off with an idyllic sunny fall day at the Farmers Market, plus a yummy Indian lunch and a Halloween parade the next day.  Not a shabby weekend, I must say!

Where do I start?  I suppose when I saw that Steve was going to be in Burlington on a Friday night, I immediately hoped to myself that my mother-in-law might be able to come stay with the kids so wifey and I could make the road trip from Saratoga Springs and have a night to ourselves.  Lo and behold it worked out.  Thank God we called her the day before to remind her, because she said she thought it was Saturday night...ugh.  What a nightmare that would have been! The stars were aligned!

Time for some music!  Higher Ground is a well designed venue.  It is a ballroom style floorplan with chandeliers and plenty of dancing room with a bar along one side and one in back.  I liked that the bar in the back was raised a couple steps, with some tables and the like.  There was a tiny little balcony overlooking stage right that was accessable to press and guests...nice view, but the sound was primo out front...in fact there wasn't really anywhere that didn't sound great.  Gotta hand it to Steve, I have never heard any band he has been involved with that didn't sound great.

Many of you are already familiar with the ineffably cosmic guitar playing from Steve Kimock, and most of you who know about Steve are likely familiar with his incomparable band. All of them of virtuostic talent. Rodney Holmes on drums provides unparalled dynamic range and heart.  The only name I would drop that Rodney might compare to is Billy Cobham.  Billy was the first drummer I had ever heard who could play "lead drums" without breaking out of the song into a drum solo per se.  He could simply overtly or subtley control the song's shape and feel and not break the momentum.  Rodney does this, maybe even better! He is one of the most captivating drummers I can remember.  And it isn't just that his playing commands yoiur attention and respect and awe, but he simply exudes a warmth and plays with such heart that you can see and feel how real he is.  There is no bullshit agenda with Rodney.  He makes me want to keep writing about him until i get it right.  We'll leave it at that (Heck, one other note:  be sure to check out Rodney's new album to be released next week, Twelve Months of October).

Reed Mathis plays bass with a fluidity and sincerity that makes you groove.  His smiling and dancing is so infectious that you can't help but enjoy just watching him enjoy playing, but even more you can't help but dance! His other band, Jacob Fred Jazz Odysey is another mostly instrumental, expeditious trio of sonic explorers.  Steve always finds great players, but Reed is a revelation.

Last but obviously not least, Robert Walter's funky organ fills this music with depth and soul.  Sometimes you look up and wonder, "What the F**k is making that sound?!"  And Rob is hunched over his keys, wailing away.  He mixes in these crazy, complementary rhythms that trip you up and make you dance like nobody I've heard play in a long time.  Plus, when Rob breaks out the B-3, look out, the New Orleans native will surely be cookin' up of some kind of soulful stew, a groovin' gumbo if you will.

Burlington was a blast.  The crowd filled in nicely, yet there was still plenty of dancing room, which made both my wife and I happy, we like our space.  The band was all smiles and apparently much happier with this crowd compared with the poor turnout I witnessed two nights earlier in Troy. Catching Reed's ear to ear grins during pregame warmups set me up for the great night ahead, as my notes confirm, "Reed a very happy boy tonight."

The highlights of the evening included the lead off number "Moon People" which I hadn't heard without former SKB guitarist, Mitch Stein, but Rob's crazy keyboard matched Mitch's whacked out rhythm work.  A nice warm up, but the "Ice Cream" that followed typified for me how this tour has been for this line up. It wasn't the smoothest version ever, but it hardly mattered as the highs were very high and the perseverence the band showed to reach those highs was gratifying indeed.  Steve kept regrouping the band so to speak and taking further charges that paid off with some hard dancing and a blissed out climax on the third peak.

My wife likes to go explore the venue and we meet up to dance every other song or so.  She checked in with her report on what the music did for her.  She rambled on about this bubbling of light that finally broke through on that last peak of "Ice Cream"...I thought that was apropos.  Apparently this night was going to be a battle of light and dark..."Incantation", according to my wife, revealed the darkness "yelling to get back in".  But Rodney's drumming helped to "chase the darkness away".  I don't remember at which point she exclaimed to me, "And he's winning!"

I had not heard a Mitchless "Weapons of Moose Destruction" yet and found this one quite satisfying.  The transition from Rob's solo to Steve's (Walnut Tripleneck Stringmaster) solo was so smooth you probably missed the handoff.  "Twinstar" was led in by a gorgeous bass solo from Reed, as my wife said it was like floating downstream while rapids slowly built, but never lost control.  I thought it was more like a sweet dream gone awry.  "Dr. Zaius" closed the first set.  I think this has been one of the great songs for 2005.  Always a little something for everyone.  And Rodney always makes this one intersting.  If anything, as a fan, hearing Steve take the song into a looser and less formal realm would be fun, but that might not mesh with the feel of the song.  I forgot to ask my wife what she thought.

I love to hear people's far ranging interpretation's of the music.  It goes to show just how subjective it all is.  I am always humbled by seeing a show that I thought was mediocre only to take my first step out the door and over hear someone say, "That was the best ever!"  Yet, I feel there must be some type of objective nature to the music that allows folks to collectively deem a particular performance "great" and another "mediocre".  There are times when the music is just so hot you have no choice but to believe, and yet, it always comes back to the listener. Go figure...I guess that is why I appreciated my wife's interpretation so much, because it was based on what the music did to her and how she reacted, rather than judging it as good or bad per se.

That is exactly what I love about the SKB experience.  It is a trip every time.  And the second set exemplified that for me. I had been waiting since KVHW (circa 1999) to see "It's Up To You" live, so I was fully satisfied with this perfunctory performance of it.  The thing about this song is that is is wide open for literally anything to happen - Steve's "Dark Star" if you will.  The song reminds me of the first time I visited Yellowstone.  I drove in from the north and remember climbing a mountain, expecting some amazing peak at the top...I had no idea what the view was going to hold.  And when I came to the top of the mountain, I was blown away that it was no mountain, but rather a huge plain.  All I could see was flat grassland for miles, and some more mountains far in the distance.  I drove for a long while before coming across a herd of bison.  I drove on and on and came to the grand canyon of Yellowstone (or whatever it is called).  Holy Moly!  Whole worlds hidden away in this seeming barren plain.  The geysers, the forests, the lake, the Tetons in the distance...This was a place in which to get lost in the moment.  Around every corner was a new place and time.  And therein, every now a new now.  I have always felt that way about the vast possibilities of "It's Up To You". This may not have been my favorite version or the most fully explored, it is always worth the trip.

Next up was, in my opinion, perhaps the song of the year, "Elmer's Revenge".  There have been a number of decent versions throughout the years, characterized by what I think of as a sort of "triumphant redundancy" of the main riff as the song builds intensity.  I was first struck by the use of the end of this song as an oppportunity for Rodney to go off.  The so-called lead instruments and bass hold down a steady rhythm, allowing for Rodney's turn to explore, usually blowing the doors off the place.   This year the mellow first section has developed into one of those timeless spaces for exploration.  I quite enjoy the mellow side of SKB, and some of the spacey noodling that Steve partakes in this section nowadays can be mind boggling.  I love it.  Robert is assured an opportunity to unleash his super heavy oprgan here, too, before Elmer finally got ahold of that wabbit.

I found my wife upstairs having a nice conversation with Steve's sister Anne (I didn't ask if she spells it with an "e" or not).  She lives in Vermont and said she loves to see Steve when he is in the area.  She was adorable talking about her big brother and how proud she is of him.  I asked my wife how that conversation developed, and she said she just asked her if she was with the band, because she thought Anne must be related to Steve, "They have the same hair!"  I had to laugh at that one. Meeting her and hearing a new perspective on Steve added more color to an already colorful experience. 

After the that little interlude and the two jammy juggernauts, we got some old fashioned funk, Robert Walter style, with "Hover" and "Aquafresh" which are prime dance numbers for the masses.  The addition of the "Rob tunes" has been a nice new twist to the usual SKB fare.  They tend to be more consice songs with some raunchy soloing by both Rob and Steve.  Next was a sweet and melodic version of "Stella Blue" that always makes for a happy crowd.  Steve stayed with the Stringmaster for nice run through "Samba", which makes for a good closer. A truly satisfying and exhausting night!  But this poor body was ready for my feet to leave the dance floor, and find a new now with my head on my pillow.

All in all, the "new" Steve Kimock Band proves to be as fun and danceable a band on the scene today!  They keep everyone happy from the guitar geeks, to the funksters, the trippers, and even those who are just looking for a good night of music away from the kids.  If you can't catch them live, you can buy pristine recordings of their shows at digitalsoundboard.net or oftentimes you can find many of their great fan recorded shows on archive.org.

The SKB archivist, Charlie Miller, has put together some highlights of this fall tour on his Road Notes Vol 2 released through digitalsoundboard.net (yes, of course there is a volume one from late spring, which I also highly recommend).  This is a phenomenal three disc set which is missing only one piece to make it "complete" in my opinion.  It needs a good "Elmer's Revenge".  But lucky for us, Charlie uploaded the soundboard/audience "matrix" version of the show from Dallas on 10/01/2005 as a special treat for the fans on the Live Music Achirve. Also check out the version of "Eudemon" from that show as it is amazing (which is included on Road Notes).  It is the title song form the first SKB album which came out in August.  If you look around, you can find plenty of great freebies all over the internet, and the archive is the jackpot.  You are sure to get great sounding fan recorded music there.  If you want a premium sounding recording of a show you have seen or simply want to hear, digitalsoundboard.net will have it, most everything from 2003 to present.  They also have begun podcasting some highlights from various shows for the occaisional treat. 

Check out kimock.com for details of upcoming shows.  I believe SKB is on its way toward the great Northwest before they head down to San Francisco for their New Years Eve run.  Get out to see them durng this particular now, because you never know how long your now is going to last. Better Now than never...

Thanks to all the Kimock Band and crew.  You are putting out some great music and taking us all to some crazy new places!

Namaste,