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WHEN THE MUSIC HITS THE AIR

a review of FIRST FUSION May 7, 2011

Photograph by Jay Blakesburg

courtesy, Marin Symphony

 

 

DANCING IN THE STREET

 

TERRAPIN LIGHT

by Uncle John

 

Head out of the darkness into the light

Taking a stroll in the day moonlight

Feeling a  change

Lingering in air

Let the light shine

Show you're real and care

In the night time

Get your rest with peace

 And sweet be your dream

When the morning comes

Moving like a stream

Going where it flows

What you care about you share

The wind moves with air

Let your rain bows

And your sun glow

As the frost governs what you wear

Saint that way in Paradise

By the way

In the shadows and shade

And the great hideaway

Stirs the transformation coming

Yesterday gone

Awake our hearts again are smiling

Guardian angels on the bridge

All along the watch and ridge

Slowly breaks the night with dawn

The bird with song

Blowing of the horn of the ram

Altogether gather for a terrapin jam

Inspirations moves us bright

The stars with light

The songs with hope and color

The joys of the season in the air

Helping because we care

There to share

Be true and fair

Cast out the sleet of despair

When the roamers run at night

And the kids get it right

Your rehearsal with full light

Feeds back the sound bite

Life is a balance

Of freedom and locks

Time is ringing

Bells and clocks

Mountains share

The trees and rocks

Water runs

Upstream to docks

Where there are terrapins dancing

To the jams

Past the slough of dams

As the night breaks

Slowly moving waits

The dawn awakes

The birds sing

Bells ring

The light rises

In colorful streams

From sweet peaceful dreams

She sings you to sleep at night

In a rocking chair where you hold on tight

Safe and secure moving toward light

The peace of love is within you tonight

Singing like a slow light dancing

© 2011 Special Permission


BOB DYLAN'S NEVERENDING TOUR

THUNDER IN THE SOUND

“Thunder on the mountain, rollin' like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from
I don't need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day.”

 Bob Dylan and his band return to the seaside town of Monterey and fill the Fairgrounds with a sold-out seated crowd. Dylan’s music, rather than showmanship, always surprises how good he and his band are, and knowing his songs by heart, that part of him is always open, searching the air with old melodies, new revelations, singing vintage songs with a fresh breath, igniting sounds, as the watchman passes, as new & familiar phrases flow through our ears, and the world nearby seems like “The Truman Show”.

I feel privileged to be on the balcony of the hotel where I’m staying, directly behind the Fairgrounds stage, about four hours before the show, when Dylan’s band does a sound check and they do the best and loudest version of “All Along The Watchtower” I have ever heard. Maybe because this is where Jimi Hendrix once performed that song it seems so electric, thundering hot, the music on fire, and the loud fire engines that are going by during this song drill seem to add exuberance to the musical mix. I call my daughter on the phone to let her listen in. This is the first song she wanted to learn when she got a guitar. I am amazed at the length and strength of the song and grateful to hear it as it’s not performed in tonight’s set.

When Bob Dylan is introduced about three hours later, a booming voice, with a long red carpet welcome, sounds like thunder coming from the sky. Bob takes the stage and the crowd is pleased when he opens with “Rainy Day Women # 12 & 35” and “To Ramona” seems like a new song but really is an old one they were rehearsing this day. Everything he sings, no matter its age, sounds fresh and new in a familiar melody. He is in tune with his current audience. He recites his poetry in songs that are honest as the day and night are long. He sings to us about lessons in history.  Like the song, “The Battle Of New Orleans”, recorded by Johnny Horton, and written by Jimmie Driftwood, a high school principal who got students interested in learning history by communicating his lessons through music. It encouraged my interest in history then and when I heard this song on “American Bandstand” I started listening to rock ‘n roll. Dylan has songs like that to teach us from the lessons of life around us, and tonight he performs “The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll”, a true story that happened in Baltimore in the early sixties. The New York Times calls this song “almost journalistic”.  Suddenly, as Bob is singing “sailed through the air”, an airplane appears in the twilight sky without a sound, like a bolt of lightning before the thunder,  comes flying through, making a landing so close it seems the runway is a layer of air over our heads, but Dylan continues in a staccato beat and the lyrics communicate a lesson to us like one from Proverbs. The band continues with a rocking "Cold Irons Bound".  Bob Dylan, the poet and bard, has always been a Biblical spiritual individual, from the early days at the beginning of the sixties decade to now. He humbly continues to share his talent with us. “Every Grain Of Sand” touches the hearts of the people here, and then the band lights up the place with “Highway 61 Revisited”, a song he’s been revisiting a long time, and we’re really pleased that he does “Shelter From The Storm” tonight and then “Thunder On The Mountain”. A giant shadow of Bob appears on the back screen and the crowd is lifted to its feet as the chords of “Ballad Of A Thin Man” rock the grounds. Bob plays the harp to frame his taunting lyrics of Mr. Jones to close the show, and everyone is rocking to the beat. The final encore comes with his new "Together Through Life" song, "Jolene", then, like a rocket ignited, with the spotlight on the crowd, the parting pleaser, “Like A Rolling Stone”.

 



RED ROCKS Review

MOUNTAIN TOP

by Uncle John

He stood upon balanced rock

In the garden of the gods

A mountain peak in a twilight storm

In a castle with rock and rod

Wander into sunlight

 Climbing watching little bear

Sunshine peakin' through the clouds

In the cool big top air

And meet at the summit

Of the pyramid there

Powwow with Red Cloud

In the old roundup you steer

One fresh breath of air

And you know God is near

His handiwork is everywhere

Provides for the birds in the air

 And the feathers they wear

 

We climb a mountain to its elevation

Look to the center core of the eluviation

All along the wall of rock up and down the stairs

Cool wind whistlin' mountain top blowin' her hair

 

We can go back four centuries

Follow three rivers through the mountains and trees

Two sides of reality

One bright light of an idea suddenly

It is the cool of nighttime beat

The earth rose until the moon set under our feet

 

The bees and birds and butterfly

All know what to do

 Work and stay busy

Always be true

Willing to change for the best you can do

 

Red rocks and roses

Forever family bustin' poses

Who seen the sun set over the ocean

And the red rising sun in motion

 

Looking out round and rounder windows

On a ship sailing around the world

With an original creative and wise

 Independent girl

Able and mature

Kind to all nature

Paint a picture of her

 

We rode up and around and around

And around the mountain

And up and around and around

And around hula up

To where you can't climb any more stairs

You can't elevate to the caves in the rocks that are there

Peaceful and aware

Among the tree tops we feel in the cool mountain air


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Grateful Set

by Uncle John

40+ years Grateful Dead stories centered around their sets of songs

This journalistic  odyssey observes the world's most interesting band, whose brilliant creative performances, and individual intellectual insight, provide us with this ostentatious modern day literary account. On the road & at home with the Grateful Dead and their family of bands and musical company, this blog records a distinctive recital of spiritual events, revealing a new orchestrated portrait, a sculptured arrangement of golden memories. There is nothing like a Grateful Dead concert! It is a unique and unconventional experience.

 

August 1st  -  Jerry Garcia's Birthday

 

The first time I see Jerry Garcia is at a play in New York in 1970. It's a musical mystery, Tarot, based on the twenty-two chapters of the Book of Revelation, written by Tom Constanten, The Grateful Dead’s original keyboardist, and it inspires me to write a play, "In Search Of The Candlemaker", performed off-Broadway.

A few days after its closing performance on St. Valentines day, the cast is interviewed and videotaped by CBS-TV for part of a documentary, airing a month later, called "Tomorrow’s People". On the night after this interview, a close friend of ours, Sherry, participates in a dream experiment with the Grateful Dead. She goes to sleep in a dream laboratory in Brooklyn. I attend the show in Portchester, New York, where images are projected onto a screen, telepathically sent to Sherry, in a spiritual transforming musical adventure, an ESP experiment. Jerry Garcia plays three sets, one with the New Riders of the Purple Sage, then acoustic and electric sets with The Grateful Dead. I have a genuine born again white light experience that night. There is a tremendous revelation of salvation and the music sends me home in the hand of God.

The next time I see Jerry Garcia is on the west coast, at a jazz club in San Francisco, and meet him this night. His music paints imagery in our minds with artistic ears and creative sets of songs. It is just after Christmas, the feast day of St. Stephen, and Jerry Garcia is playing with New York Broadway musician Merl Saunders. What is different about the spectators this night, is people thought I was Bob Dylan hanging out in the audience. He’s the premier wordsmith, lord poet, savvy, wise, aware, true to himself song poet. He’s like an older brother to look up to, always an inspiration for me. As prolific as I’ve been, I dwarf in his shadow. He’s truly a great and talented musician; I'm not. I do love to sing, and especially his songs but don’t want to imitate him. Poetically, emotionally, what we do is real. And the more I insisted I wasn’t Dylan, individuals continued to press through to get a look. People kept staring at me, watching, while listening to the music, crowding me, studying me, pointing, smiling a painted smile, having expectation, empty to give, and for that moment on that evening, I felt a little of what it is like to be in his shoes. This is a small crowd, and when Garcia sings Dylan’s "Positively Fourth Street", everyone gathers around me. I am uncomfortable but intrigued. Garcia is flawless. Later, in the morning, I leave the club with Jerry Garcia, introducing myself, mentioning the play he was in inspired me to write mine, and sharing with him my story of the luminous revelation I had at my last (second) Grateful Dead concert, stepping into another world of amazing wonder, the reality of Jesus, and he responds immediately, "That’s entirely possible". He smiles and invites me to the Grateful Dead’s New Year’s Eve show, and says, "It’s gonna be a scene!"

       Winterland Ballroom, San Francisco, New Year's Eve 1971, Donna Jean's first gig as a Grateful Dead vocalist
 

First Set - Dancing In The Streets, Mr. Charlie, Brown Eyed Women, Beat It On Down The Line, You Win Again, Jack Straw, Sugaree, El Paso, Chinatown Shuffle, Tennessee Jed, Mexicali Blues, China Cat Sunflower > I Know You Rider, Next Time You See Me, Playing In The Band, Loser, One More Saturday Night

Second Set -  Truckin' > Drums > The Other One > Me & My Uncle > The Other One, Jam > Black Peter, Big River, The Same Thing, Ramble On Rose, Sugar Magnolia, Not Fade Away > Goin' Down the Road Feeling Bad > Not Fade Away, Encore - Casey Jones

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