Just A Couple Of Pictures And Thoughts…

February 10th, 2016 Jorma 4 comments
The view from the Yogananda's terrace

The view from the Yogananda's terrace

Hurl and Vanessa always like to take me to the Self Realization Fellowship site in Encinitas. It’s always lovely and always peaceful.

The carp are living large... and beautiful

The carp are living large... and beautiful

A perfect day in Encinitas…

What a garden!

What a garden!

Then a walk down to Yoga Beach…

Tought to beat this view!

Tough to beat this view!

Backing up for a moment to the Music Box Gig…

Me on stage at the Music Box in San Diego

Me on stage at the Music Box in San Diego

Foto by Myron Hart

En route to SF

Tour vehicle...

Tour vehicle...

Foto by Vanessa Lillian

People always say to me, ‘Wow, it must have been great back in the day with tour buses and all.’ ‘Guess again,’ would be my reply. Country stars had tour buses, not rock musicians. We toured in Ford LTD wagons… rented. Now I know this is an Olds not a Ford, but you get the picture. Jefferson Airplane’s equipment truck was a Grumman bodied Metro bread delivery truck.

Good times…

The Mifune in Japan Town

The Mifune in Japan Town

When I get to S.F. my first eating stop is at the Mifune Noodle joint where I have been eating for forty years.

Love this place…

The weather is preternaturally beautiful here in San Francisco right now… I think I’ll go for a walk.

One For Paul, One For………..

February 9th, 2016 Jorma 4 comments

So yesterday Vanessa and Izze and I forayed into North Beach. I actually found a parking place on Grant St. which augured well. We went into St. Francis Of Assisi where Paul used to pray regularly.

The girls on the steps of St. Francis

The girls on the steps of St. Francis

This is a beautiful little cathedral and it had been many years since I had been inside.

Calm and serene

Calm and serene

I headed for the candles…

One for Paul, and one for Signe too!

One for Paul, and one for Signe too!

Foto by Vanessa Lillian

We stayed for a while in the cool quiet and then headed across the street to the Cafe Trieste.

Another kind of sacrament... coffee, and an almond croissant

Another kind of sacrament... coffee, and an almond croissant

Foto by Vanessa Lillian

Yeah Paul… I missed your presence.

I stopped at the coffee counter and bought some beans to take home.

Good times

Good times

Too bad I never got to show Paul my Aeropress Coffee maker. He would have dug it.

Time marches on… and so do we.


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From The Music Box To San Francisco… Adieu Dan Hicks

February 7th, 2016 Jorma 7 comments

Boy, it just keeps on coming in my generation. I knew Dan was fighting cancer and i figured if anyone could beat it, he had a good chance. You put up a brave fight my brother… I shall miss our minimalist conversations…

You always were the man.

May your memory be a blessing…

Here’s my set list from last night at the Music Box in San Diego…

Jorma Kaukonen 7, 2016
Jorma Solo
The Music Box
San Diego, California
Saturday, February 6, 2016

First Set:
1. True Religion
2. Ain’t In No Hurry
3. Hesitation Blues
4. Living In The Moment
5. Sea Child
6. Watch The North Wind Rise
7. Come Back Baby
8. River Of Time
9. Death Don’t Have No Mercy
10. Nobody Knows You When You’re Down & Out
11. I Am The Light Of This World
12. Let Us Get Together Right Down Here
Second Set:
1. I See The Light
2. Candy Man
3. Brother Can You Spare A Dime
4. San Francisco Bay Blues
5. Heart Temporary
6. Barbeque King
7. Full Go Round
8. Good Shepherd
9. That’ll Never Happen No More
10. Been So Long
11. I Know You Rider
12. Water Song
13. Encore: Bar Room Crystal Ball

A beautiful to SF for SD today…

Work to do… Sweetwater in Mill Valley Thursday!

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Second Night At McCabe’s And Back To San Diego

February 2nd, 2016 Jorma 18 comments

Two more shows at McCabe’s last night… I love that place. They’ve been letting me show up for almost thirty years. Thanks guys…

Jorma Kaukonen 5, 6, 2016
McCabe’s Music Shop
Santa Monica, California
Sunday, January 31, 2016

First Show:
1. Been So Long
2. Ain’t In No Hurry
3. Things That Might Have Been
4. Hesitation Blues
5. Full Go Round
6. Sleep Song
7. Come Back Baby
8. I Am The Light Of This World
9. River Of Time
10. Nobody Knows You When You’re Down & Out
11. I See The Light
12. Candy Man
13. That’ll Never Happen No More
14. Bar Room Crystal Ball
15. Water Song
Second Show:
1. True Religion
2. The Terrible Operation
3. Let Us Get Together Right Down Here
4. Brother Can You Spare A Dime?
5. Living In The Moment
6. Sea Child
7. San Francisco Bay Blues
8. Heart Temporary
9. Keep On Trucking Mama
10. Where There’s Two There’s Trouble
11. Barbeque King
12. Good Shepherd
13. Death Don’t Have No Mercy
14. How Long Blues
15. I Know You Rider
16. Encore: Embryonic Journey

Back in San Diego I’m teaching a song writing class this week…

Last week was a tough week, but fortunately life goes on.

Love you all…

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The Moving Finger And McCabe’s

January 31st, 2016 Jorma 7 comments

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

Omar Khayyám

I was sitting alone in the restaurant a few moments ago… just grabbing a burger. There is a high wind advisory here in Santa Monica and the wind was whipping the palm trees into a frenzy. I had just finished doing an in depth interview with an eight grade gal back east in Pennsylvania. She was doing a project on Jefferson Airplane and the so called ‘Counter Culture’ and I thought anyone of this current generation that takes interest in our old goings on, deserves some of my time.

I wouldn’t trade it for anything… the experiences I mean, but sitting here today with my life as full as it is, it’s like looking at the story of someone you vaguely know… a voice from another dimension. That’s just how it is.

‘Life is a thin thread… it’s a thin little hand on a hospital bed…
It’s all the things you left unsaid…
Life is a thin thread…

Connie Caldor… Chinatown

Well… life does go on, with or without us.

Last night I played McCabe’s Music Shope here on Pico… two sold out shows… an actual Jorma solo show… and here they are:

Jorma Kaukonen 3, 4, 2016
McCabe’s Music Shop
Santa Monica, California
Saturday, January 30, 2016

First Show:
1. Dime For Beer
2. Ain’t In No Hurry
3. Hesitation Blues
4. River Of Time
5. I See The Light
6. Barbeque King
7. Sea Child
8. Watch The North Wind Rise
9. Good Shepherd
10. That’ll Never Happen No More
11. Candy Man
12. How Long Blues
13. Where There’s Two There’s Trouble
14. San Francisco Bay Blues
Second Show:
1. True Religion
2. Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out
3. Brother Can You Spare A Dime
4. Serpent Of Dreams
5. Come Back Baby
6. Let Us Get Together
7. In My Dreams
8. Death Don’t Have No Mercy
9. Living In The Moment
10. Good Shepherd
11. The Terrible Operation
12. Keep On Truckin’ Mama
13. Full Go Round
14. Keep Your Lamps Trimmed & Burning
15. What Are They Doing In Heaven Today
16. Whining Boy Blues
17. Bar Room Crystal Ball
18. Water Song
19. Encore: Genesis

Playing McCabe’s is like doing a house concert in your own home. I know so many of the good people that come… and well, it’s just a good, comfortable time.

I’m going to work on my set list for tonight… more later.

Be well my friends, and cherish the day!

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Now We Are Four

January 30th, 2016 Jorma 35 comments
Goodnight Signe

Goodnight Signe

We were just checking into the hotel in Santa Monica this afternoon… I’ve got a solo gig at McCabe’s Music Shop tonight… I got a call from Grace who told me that Signe, the Airplane’s first female voice, passed on the same day as Paul.

Signe was one of the strongest people I have ever met. She was our den mother in the early days of the Airplane… a voice of reason on more occasions than one… an important member of our dysfunctional little family. I always looked forward to seeing her when we played the Aladdin in Portland. She never complained and was always a joy.

Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest sister…

You will always live in my heart…

Now we are four…

We can be together… always…


Yeah I know… that’s Grace not Signe… It’s a dedication for our girl…

We will always remember her…

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Damn Few Left

January 29th, 2016 Jorma 149 comments

Here’s to us, and those like us… damn few left…

Signe, Jorma & Paul in happier times

Signe, Jorma & Paul in happier times

We knew yesterday that Paul had suffered a grievous heart attack and probably wasn’t going to make it. We all hoped for better news, but it just wasn’t to be.

Paul and I were old friends. Bob Kinzie introduced me to him when I was in Santa Clara in ‘62. Our commonality was always the music and whatever it took to make it happen. We all played the same little dusty, smoky rooms… struggled to be heard over the hiss of espresso machines… and loved every moment of it. When Paul enticed me into joining what would become Jefferson Airplane, we rehearsed relentlessly. When we went on the road in the beginning we couch surfed together. No one could afford hotels. We shared food… we shared cars… we had one heart.

The Airplane was an amazing aggregate of personalities and talent. That we could all coexist in the same room was amazing. That we could function together and make the lasting art that we did was nothing short of a miracle. In my opinion Paul was the catalyst that made the alchemy happen. He held our feet to the flame. He could be argumentative and contentious… he could be loving and kind… his dedication to the Airplane’s destiny as he saw it was undeniable. Over the years he and I occasionally butted heads over things that seem trivial today. I was so pleased last year when he accepted my dinner invitation when I was in San Francisco and indeed we rediscovered our friendship.

After all those journeys together in the beginning… the different paths our lives took as we got older and all the water under the bridge made us all one in a way that no one who wasn’t there could ever understand. We shared water from the same well. In Heinlein parlance, we were indeed water brothers. We were all on fire in a fiery time. Time may have dimmed the flame but the fire in the sky that was so easy to see in youth, is still discernible from the grey castle if you know where to look. I will try to keep my eyes open.

Friends are always good… you can’t have too many of them. That said, the old ones share that wondrous gift of knowing you when you were young. You can’t buy that.

I will miss your presence on this plane…

Ride free to the end of the earth my old friend… I will not forget you!

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FPR In San Diego

January 26th, 2016 Jorma 23 comments

Last Friday as the Blizzard of 2k16 was starting in Southeast Ohio, we drove up to Columbus to the airport to spend the nigh, poising for an early flight to San Diego. Down at the Fur Peace Ranch, the snow was already falling steadily. Up in Columbus, there was almost nothing. We had a non stop flight to LA early Saturday morning that originated on the West Coast so there was no delays due to the massive accumulation in the East. A short flight from LA to San Diego, and there we were…

Now it was in the fifties an sixties in SD and our local brethren were complaining about the cold. It’s all relative. So here I am, the opening session of our 19th year as a teaching facility. Who would have thought? All this said, and don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to be here for this opening session, but if I were home, I would be enjoying the winter wonderland. We are moderately self sufficient as these things are reckoned… generators… plows… all that stuff… and we live on top of a hill so flooding by the grace of G_d is not an issue for us. Now I realize that if a disaster were to be prolonged, survival would be a problem for us as it is for most people. I don’t see guitar playing as a big survival skill, but so far so good. We are blessed.

Things are beginning to clear up back home and if we are lucky, this will be the only big storm of the year. Hopefully life is returning to normal for the folks back east.

The next couple of weeks I’ll be out West and I’ll be weighing in from time to time.

Be well all!

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January 19th, 2016 Jorma 55 comments
Winter trees and the frozen Shade River

Winter trees and the frozen Shade River

The first time I saw this property in 1990… it was this time of year, and this is how it looked. There were no buildings, of course… we built all of those. The ground was frozen… patches of snow on the ground and the little Shade was covered in a blanket of ice. For some reason this all seemed to make sense to me and we have been here in Southeast Ohio ever since. I don’t mind seasonal cold… Maybe its my Finnish/Russian ancestry or maybe I just don’t mind the cold. The seasons in the fields mark the seasons of my life. There are more gone now than are left to me and that is as it should be.

It was an emotional roller coaster, the last week or so. The passing of folks like David Bowie, Glenn Frey and Dallas Taylor remind how fragile the emotional superstructure of our life is. These are memory points… the sound tracks of our time. With the loss of Pete Huttlinger… for me it was different. It was like losing family. I keep hearing, ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ I think about that and it occurs to me that it is both more and less than a loss. Pete was not a sentimental guy… he played the cards the universe gave him as best he could, and faced each day with an incredible love of life and family. He would have said to Vanessa and me, ‘Get over it!’

Well… in some ways we never get over it. My Mom and Dad have been gone for almost 20 years and I still miss them. I still remember the smells of their kitchen… I remember how their hugs felt and I selfishly wish they were still alive so the kids could meet them and I could tell them that we’re all going to be all right. If they were alive today, they would have been one hundred and six.

Well… it’s not who’s right… it’s who’s left.

OK… quick wrap up of the Sunshine Blues Festivals in St. Pete and Boca:

Phil, Myron and Roy Book Binder

Phil, Myron and Roy Book Binder

The night before the Vinoy Park gig we visited our pal Roy Book Binder and had some yummy Thai food together.

Four degrees at home... but this is Florida!

Four degrees at home... but this is Florida!

Yeah the warm weather is nice, but where does it say in the Bible you have to die with a suntan?

Good Day Sunshine

Good Day Sunshine

Foto by Phil Jacobs

Jorma Kaukonen 1, 2016
Sunshine Music Festival
Vinoy Park
St. Petersburg, Florida
Saturday, January 16, 2016

1. That’ll Never Happen No More
2. Ain’t In No Hurry
3. How Long Blues
4. Let Us Get Together Right Down Here
5. Come Back Baby
6. Full Go Round
7. Good Shepherd
8. Hesitation Blues
9. Where There’s Two There’s Trouble
10. Barbeque King
11. I Know You Rider

After my set I got to hang with Jerry Douglas a bit.

Jerry... the man, the legend

Jerry... the man, the legend

foto by Myron Hart

Jerry Douglas… his music touches my soul!

Jerry Weiner... masseur to the stars... fixes my ancient hands

Jerry Weiner... masseur to the stars... fixes my ancient hands

Jorma Kaukonen 2, 2016
Sunshine Music Festival
Mizner Park
Boca Raton, Florida
Sunday, January 16, 2016

1. True Religion
2. Ain’t In No Hurry
3. Hesitation Blues
4. I See The Light
5. Nobody Knows You When You’re Down & Out
6. Barbeque King
7. Sea Child
8. Good Shepherd
9. Death Don’t Have No Mercy
10. San Francisco Bay Blues

I'm there somewhere

I'm there somewhere

foto by Phil Jacobs

Well… it was a great little weekend!

Jorma and John Scher

Jorma and John Scher

foto by Myron Hart

Got to hang with my old pal, John Scher and listen to a little music…

Now I’m back to where it was six degrees this morning… and that’s more than OK…


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The Universe Is A Poorer Place For This

January 16th, 2016 Jorma 20 comments

My friend, Pete Huttlinger, passed yesterday… suddenly it was. Yes, he was one of the truly great guitar artists. No one could deny this. More than that, he was one of the most amazing human beings I have ever met. Click this link to the Tennessean and read his story.

Here is what his wife Erin, wrote to all of us:

I am heartbroken. Today my beautiful husband, Pete Huttlinger passed away. I am paralyzed. On Monday Pete had a brain bleed and was admitted to Vanderbilt University Medical Center. Over the course of less than 24 hours he went from talking and laughing to unresponsive. He never regained consciousness and today at 12:30pm he died. He was not only surrounded by some of his family and friends, but by so many of his doctors and nurses who have helped keep him alive over the last few years. I was so touched by the humanness and sincere pain shown by these physicians. Over the many years of Pete’s ongoing health challenges, these medical caregivers have invested so much of their brilliance and humanity into keeping Pete alive. I appreciate it more than I’ll ever be able to express to them.

I loved this man with such depth. My entire essence and energy were devoted to loving him and letting him know how much I loved him. And he made it clear every single day of our marriage that he felt the same way. I am at a deep loss as half of me has now disappeared.

My family and I were given a wonderful gift throughout this tragedy in that Pete stayed with us for nearly four days giving us time to accept what he already knew.

I know that many of you reading this loved him as well. Again, the feeling is reciprocated from both Pete and myself. I have so many more thoughts and emotions I would like to share, but I am in such a fog of emptiness that this is all I can muster.

I also know that messages have been coming in all day. I promise I will read them all. I appreciate them so.

Thank you for loving him too.

Erin Huttlinger

Here is what Vanessa wrote:

A storm of tears passed thru the Fur Peace Ranch yesterday when I received a call about our dear friend, Pete Huttlinger. We respectfully kept silent until his wife was ready to tell the world. At midnight, I posted her letter to all of us on our Fur Peace FB page and then I tried to sleep. I lay awake most of the night feeling my heavy heart and recalling everything about him like a song I could not shake. I know a lot of people and let me say that Pete was touched by the divine. His essence poured over you like silk when you were around him. The same can be said of his wife, Erin. He was one of the best guitar players that I have ever met … but he was undoubtedly one of the finest men I knew. He gave his fragile heart to everyone and now Erin and their family, have mine.
It feels like my FB page has become a tribute page over the last year and I know the older one gets the more we see the fragility of this beautiful life. I am feeling it today.


There is no more that I, Jorma, can add. Pete and Erin… well, it is an honor and privilege to know them…

They are in my heart today!

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