Jorma Sr.'s Rolex on a young Zach's wrist...
So it’s starting to seem like lifetime ago, but a week ago today Phil and Myron and I were at Constitution Hall in D.C. for my son Zach’s graduation. In 1953 when the Kaukonen family was stationed in Pakistan my Dad was director of the Asia Foundation. He went to Hong Kong on some sort of business trip and bought a Rolex watch for $85.00. That was a lot of money for Dad to spend back then. He had the watch for years… wore it every day no matter what he was doing from tennis to swimming. Then one day the watch stopped running. Just needed some maintenance I guess, but Dad didn’t want to deal with it and into a drawer it went and time moved on without it.
Sometime in the early 90’s while visiting the old man, the watch surfaced and called out to me. ‘May I have it Dad?’ I asked. ‘No,’ was the emphatic reply. ‘It’s mine!’ Well, it was has so I let it go. Every now and then I would ask him again and the response was always the same.
‘No. It’s mine!’
As Dad began to feel life slipping away from him, he finally gave it to me in its dormant form. I handed it over to my pal Phil who had it restored by Rolex in New York. I got it back and it worked great. Next trip to California to visit Mom and Dad I showed it to the old man. He looked at it with a jaundiced eye. ‘Is Rolex time better than Pulsar Time’ he asked? ‘You bet it is I answered!’ Dad passed in ‘97 but the watch kept on ticking. I would wear it periodically, but unbeknownst to me at the time, it was waiting for the next generation.
That generation claimed the old Rolex last week when Jorma Sr.’s grandson Zach walked across the stage at Constitution Hall with the watch marking time to the cadence of his steps. It now lives with Zach where it should.
Well… the Ram’s Head post is already up so this will bring us up to date… more or less.
On Sunday last I beat it up to the Rockland Music Festival.
I want vintage Barton Fink
Checking into the hotel, the hallway reminded me of Barton Fink. ‘What’s in the box?’
Then to the gig.
My solo set
Foto by Phil Jacobs
Before my set I got to sit in with my pals the New Riders… Professor Louie too.
Buddy Cage, Me and Michael Falzarano
Foto by Myron Hart
A conversation with friends… can’t be beat!
Louis Rosano and Me
Louis Rosano… amp maker extraordinaire.
Jorma Kaukonen 26, 2016
Rockland/Bergen Music Festival
Tappan, New York
Sunday, June 26, 2016
1. True Religion
2. Ain’t In No Hurry
3. Hesitation Blues
4. How Long Blues
5. The Terrible Operation
6. Let us Get Together Right Down Here
7. Come Back Baby
8. I See The Light
9. Sea Child
10. Good Shepherd
11. Keep On Trucking Mama
12. Watch The North Wind Rise
13. San Francisco Baby Blues
14. Things That Might Have Been
15. I Know You Rider
16. Water Song
17. Encore: Genesis
Then on Monday a 550 mile run for home.
A Tuesday morning walk with Big Mav
Love those morning walks with Maverick on the old roads of the Fur Peace Ranch. No place like home… that’s for sure!
Back in smoothieland...
I missed my smoothies while I was on the road. The commercial stuff just ain’t the same!
Tuesday ride with my pal Greg.
So, the girls furloughed me to go on a last minute ride. Here’s the route.
Highway 33 to Athens, Ohio… north on Rt. 13 to Rt. 78… past McConnelsville to Rt. 83… north to Rt. 313 and east to Seneca Lake… Rt. 147 around the lake then back to Rt. 78… Rt. 13 to Chauncey… On Rt. 33 and back to to the Fur Peace Ranch in Darwin, Ohio. 256 glorious miles…
Clouds at the lake
Yeah… what a day. Yesterday I did a little wrenching…
The power plant
This is a kit?
I thought I might have to youtube for helpful instructions for my new highway pegs… but I toughed it out, stayed srong and got it done!
Sadly, last but certainly not least, Nessa and I were driving to pick Izze up last night when I heard that my old pal Rob Wasserman just passed. I am in a time of my life when these hits just keep on coming. Over the last three days we of the American School in the Philippines lost three classmates. That’s just the way it is.
As for Rob, I got to hang with him and Bob Weir back in February.
Rob, Jorma & Bob
Foto by Vanessa Kaukonen
The River Of Time is indeed flowing and Rob now rests on the shore.
Here’s to us, and those like us. Damn few left. Now this aging father will get some help from his young daughter to clean the Harley… Our river flows…