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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
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 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
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
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