On Easter morning Maverick and I walk the perimeter of the Fur Peace Campus
Photo by Jorma Kaukonen
Happy Easter to all who celebrate! It is a lovely morning… finally.
Last night we found our into and out of #44 of the Quarantine Concert Series.
Jorma Kaukonen 15, 2021
Quarantine Concert Series #44
The Fur Peace Station
Darwin, Ohio
Saturday, April 3, 2021
True Religion
Heart Temporary
Big River Blues
I See The Light
Death Don’t Have No Mercy for Allen Albrecht
Everybody’s Talking with John Hurlbut
Driving Wheel with John Hurlbut
Ice Age
Hesitation Blues
Sleep Song
Bar Room Crystal Ball
I’m pretty psyched about my EC Strat through the Louis Electric DelTone channeling the Eventide Black Hole and I can only say we’re going to be hearing and seeing more of this chain of gear!
So I’m driving our daughter back from the gym at Athens High School and we look out the window a we head south on Rt. 33. The grass… Spring green… the cows… happy to be out of the barn. Temperature in the low 70’s.
Delightful!
Then this morning as I headed out to walk the dogs and feed the cats. 17 degrees Fahrenheit. Good grief. Early Spring weather. You just have to love it.
Moving right along.
Yes, there you have it. The link for tonight’s show which would be #44. I’ll be there. Will you?
Nessa took that great picture a day or so ago and I just wanted to share it. The ladies are up in Triadelphia, West Virginia for a Volleyball Tournament but thanks to the occasional magic of the internet we were both able to be present for the chat and I could watch and critique myself during the show. Many thanks to all who tuned in and participated!
Jorma Kaukonen 14, 2021
Quarantine Concert Series #43
The Fur Peace Station
Darwin, Ohio
Saturday, March 27, 2021
Too Many Years
Broken Highway
New Song For The Morning
I Belong To The Band
Watch The North Wind Rise
Search My Heart
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door with John Hurlbut
A Little Faster with John Hurlbut
Corners Without Exits
River Of Time
Water Song
A good time playing and hanging with my team here at the Fur Peace Ranch as it always is. John and I picked two songs from The River Flows Vol 2 and we are pretty excited about its release presuming that the Covid situation in Europe allows it to ship. On this as on all things, more will be revealed.
Got to get ready for my Sunday City Winery Zoom class.
Well, Saturday night last, March 13, 2021 that would have been, we celebrated and played our 41st show in the Quarantine Concert Series. Forty-one weeks of music not counting our great shows from the Vaults. As we started the show it took a moment or two for me to find my artistic homeplace and get comfortably relaxed but I’ll get to that after the set list entry.
When I create a set list when for one of our QCS shows or a ‘real’ show in the outside world I try to focus on where I am that evening… physically, spiritually and emotionally. I select tunes that reflect that environment. If a get an outside request from someone that doesn’t contravene that microverse I’m inhabiting then I may or may not add that tune. On this night, someone needed to hear 3rd Week In The Chelsea so I swapped out Izze’s Lullaby. Glad to oblige. The Lullaby will get the call next week and I’m very fond of 3rd Week so in it went. In any case, here’s the Set List from the 13th.
Jorma Kaukonen 12, 2021
Quarantine Concert Series #41
The Fur Peace Station
Darwin, Ohio
Saturday, March 13, 2021
Parchman Farm
Mama Let Me Lay It On You
Things That Might Have Been
San Francisco Bay Blues
Ain’t In No Hurry
A Thousand Miles From Nowhere with John Hurlbut
Morning Dew with John Hurlbut
3rd Week In The Chelsea
Waiting For A Train
Trial By Fire
I Am The Light Of This World
Now, back to getting relaxed on our home stage for our show. As I was walking over to the Fur Peace Station with my Burnt Husk Tea and the evening’s set list I saw a car stopped by the closed gate next to our ticket booth out in the parking lot relentlessly beeping his horn. Now, the parking lot gate was closed and there is a profusion of large signs from St. Clair Road to the parking lot plainly advising the public that the Fur Peace Ranch Facility was closed, I was going out to deal with it but Vanessa insisted that she do it. Now it’s not up to me to decipher what might be in anyone’s head. I’ve got more than enough going on in my own. In any case perhaps the individual was innocent enough in their well-meaning intrusion but that doesn’t matter. When you are asked to leave someone’s property, you leave. Compound this with an unmasked individual who was speaking in riddles and a myriad of warning flags are raised.
Vanessa insisted that I not get involved but I stayed close enough so that if I needed to make my presence felt I would be there. Like we say down here in the country, ‘When seconds count, the police are only minutes away.’ Anyway, Vanessa kept insisting that he leave and he finally got back in his car and instead of simply turning around in our ample parking lot, he got his rig stuck in my culvert and then tore it up getting out. As he finally extricated himself from the ditch he stuck his hand out the window and flipped us off.
Ooooh…. That really hurt.
Oh well, as we say.
Anyway, I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t on my mind as we started #41 forty minutes or so later. The good news is that we all settled and had another great evening. Music is indeed magical in its healing powers. Now before I move on, without reflecting on what the intruder’s intentions might or might not have been, the whole moment was rife with disrespect. Nuff said.
Moving right along… I watched the Grammy’s last night and I have to say I thought it was one of the most entertaining Grammy presentations I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of them. Our fourteen year old daughter reminded us, ‘The Grammy’s are tonight Dad…’ My expectations were low but I was more than pleasantly surprised. I know little about ‘new’ music. Not because I look down on it, it’s just not part of my artistic world unless someone opens the door for me and invites me to peek in. I got the invite and I not only peeked in, I walked through the door… and yes, I like Cardi B.
Cool… it’s hard to remember, but Jefferson Airplane got a Grammy nomination for Best New Artist in 1967 and I got a nomination for Best Traditional Folk Album in 2002. (Doc Watson won that year as he should have.) That’s really funny because until very recently I had no idea that Jefferson Airplane had garnered a nomination. Our daughter Izze said, ‘How could that have been Dad?’ Speaking only for myself, that kind of stuff just didn’t matter to me back then. Quite simply put, I was unaware of that honor and didn’t give it a second thought. We collectively didn’t get into the game for those kinds of honorifics. This many years down the road two Grammy nominations, a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award and being inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame are all honors that I will gladly bask in. At this point in my life I’ll take the wins as I see them and walk on smiling.
Who knew?
As for last night’s Grammy show and the memories it induced, all I can say is you’re only young once. I’m still working on perfecting ideas that were nascent over half a century ago. I was an Enfant Terrible a long time ago. Now I’m just trying to avoid the Terrible part.
Indeed… a little bit more Springlike today and we’re loving every minute of it. Several good dog walks already and a live show in the Quarantine Concert Series tonight. It’s going to be a good day!
Izze and Nessa went to Newark (or Nerk as we say) for a volleyball tournament. They left around 0530. It could be worse. A male kid playing ice hockey would require lots more driving. Anyway, left home alone, I took Mav for a walk down our Hwy 61 in between storms. Rain or not, at least it’s warmer and any day now I expect to hear peepers.
Well, we sent out # 39 to our brothers and sisters in Radio Stream Dreamland last night, and here’s what we did:
Jorma Kaukonen 10, 2021
Quarantine Concert Series #39
The Fur Peace Station
Darwin, Ohio
Saturday, February 27, 2021
West Coast Blues
Serpent Of Dreams
Walkin’ Blues
Full Go Round
Brother Can You Spare A Dime
Living In The Moment
Kansas City Southern with John Hurlbut
Someone’s Calling with John Hurlbut
Mann’s Fate
Letter To The North Star
Genesis
West Coast Blues was the first finger style songs I ‘got’ when I was first starting out finger picking in 1960. thanks brother Ian! I owe more to you than I was ever able to tell you, may your memory be a blessing! I rarely do it as a performance piece so it was big fun to start the set with it. I hadn’t performed Brother Can You Spare A Dime since one of the very earliest shows of the Quarantine Concert Series so it was equally great to bring that beauty to light again. Now I’m already thinking about #40. Hmmmm….
After their walks Percy relaxes in Maverick’s house and they both contemplate sharing a bone.
Photo by Jorma Kaukonen
I’ve got a Sunday Zoom lesson coming up but I just wanted to get this post up and running.
Except for some of the deepest piles, the snow is gone. Maverick, the big Dog and I took a two mile walk in the morning mist and then I dittoed that with Perseus, The Little Guy. Nice to be able to walk around outside without being bundled up like a kid in a snowsuit. (Remember those, older folks?)
It looks like some road gigs may be coming my way, but these are still thoughts and nothing is even close to being written in stone. Based on ongoing discussions my colleagues and I have, it will be a very long time (if ever) that touring returns to pre-2020 levels. That said, what else are we going to do except, well… the best we can.
Well, it’s always warm in the Fur Peace Station, so I hope to ‘see’ you all there tonight.
Yeah, S. Clay Wilson shuffled off this mortal coil… As the checkered Demon would say, ‘Nice day for nothin,’ as he got together with his biker buddies, The Flying F*ck’n A Heads. As for R. Crumb, I’ve got all his Heroes Of The Blues trading card sets. We used to sell them at our Company Store. Don’t forget R. Crumbs ‘Cheap Suit Serenaders.’ Let’s not forget Terry Zwigoff. If you haven’t seen Ghost World or Bad Santa get with the program.
Yeah, time is marching on and my generation is trying to hold onto the short end of the stick. We’re all trying to prolong the run as long as possible. With the run in mind, here’s the FLA sdt:
Jorma Kaukonen 7, 2021
Jorma Alone
Old School Square Center For The Arts
Delray Beach
Monday 8, February, 2021
First Set
Dime For Beer
Nobody Knows You When You’re Down & Out
Highway Song
River Of Time
Let Us Get Together Right Down Here
Come Back Baby
Blue Railroad Train
Whining Boy Blues
I’ll Be All Right Some Day
Broken Highway
Genesis
Day To Day Out The Window Blues
San Francisco Bay Blues
Second Set:
Vampire Women
Barbeque King
Hesitation Blues
Death Don’t Have No Mercy
Great Change
Song For The Stainless Cymbal
Watch The North Wind Rise
Sea Child… tuning fault
Embryonic Journey
Sleep Song
Trial by Fire
Good Shepherd
How Long Blues
Been So Long
Keep Your Lamps Trimmed & Burning
Encore: Water Song
Not a bad stack of songs if I do say so myself.
Just getting ready to leave Atlanta, next stop… Nashville and the City Winery.
Hey everyone… Monday the First here, and probably there. Tomorrow is Groundhog Day. What will Phil say? Hmmm… It’s not that cold here, speaking in terms of East Coast winters… it’s just nasty. Drizzling snow for the last 48. I’m waiting for the mud to seep up to the surface.
#36 was a blast, as always. I hadn’t really thought about Hamilton Camp’s Pride Of Man for over half a century. I remember David Frieberg picking it on some giant 12 string. Cool… anyway…
Jorma Kaukonen 5, 2021
Quarantine Concert Series #36
The Fur Peace Station
Darwin, Ohio
Saturday, January 29, 2021
Dime For Beer
Big River Blues
Genesis
Come Back Baby
Dark Holler with John Hurlbut
Pride Of Man with John Hurlbut
A Walk With Friends for M & P
Hesitation Blues
Song From The Stainless Cymbal
Bar Room Crystal Ball
Water Song
After the show Vanessa was still chuckling about 86’ing the nudge who was saying really stupid stuff on the chat feed. My only comment at time was that it’s easy to be a tough guy sitting behind a keyboard, or like my friend Ben H. says, ‘Everyone thinks they’re a trough guy… until they meet one!’ Before I knew it, my pal MIchael M. up Detroit way sent me this great folk tune done by Jeff Daniels.
Caution: Almost every line is marinated in adult lyrics. This one may not be for the faint of heart or the kids in the house.
Good work Jeff…
Sometimes people just confound me. Like we say down here in the country, ‘Oh well.’
In a more upbeat thought process… fortunately it ain’t my business what people think of me. Anyway, thanks to Jeff for writing and singing it and to Mike for sending it to me.
Moving right along. Groundhog Day tomorrow and who knows what next? Nessa and I have more good stuff coming your collective way.
