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A Stay Off Blue Ridge Parkway

July 13th, 2019 Jorma 6 comments

Nessa and I have known Jerry Weiner for over thirty years. Well, Nessa has known him longer than that. He was Nessa’s best bud in Key West before we met and he was her ‘maid of honor’ at our wedding on the Schooner Wolf in 1988. Jerry has done and been many things in his life, but he is also a master masseuse currently in residence at the Westglow Resort And Spa in Blowing Rock, North Carolina. The Kaukonens travel together a lot… that’s what we do, but we rarely get true family time. We had a couple of days after I got back from Hawaii so Ness conspired with Jerry to book us into the Westglow. We climbed into my big truck and drove on down.

It had been a while since I had been on the Blue Ridge Parkway and it’s easy to forget how beautiful it is. Five hours later we were there checking into the Fleur De Lis house.

The girls walking up Daingerfield.

The girls walking up Daingerfield.

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

A delicious dinner in the Rowland House and a good night’s sleep in preparation for a morning trip to the Mile High bridge at Grandfather Mountain.

Here we are!

Here we are!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

I’d been to Mt. Mitchell, but Never Grandfather Mountain. It was truly awesome!

The girls on Mile High Bridge

The girls on Mile High Bridge

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Some consider that Appalachian Mountains to be among the oldest in the world. This is awesome stuff!

Speaks for itself!

Speaks for itself!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Straight down...

Straight down...

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

This is better than my drone! What a view!

Nessa... standing on top of he world!

Nessa... standing on top of he world!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

The back to Westglow and the Rowland for another five star dinner and sunset!

This is au naturel!

This is au naturel!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Another restful night at the Fleur De Lis, breakfast and a goodbye to Westglow and Jerry.

Izze, Nessa and jerry

Izze, Nessa and jerry

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Like I said, to just get away on a trip that is not surrounded with work… well, it just never happens.

Goodbye view from the porch at Rowlands.

Goodbye view from the porch at Rowlands.

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Short but sweet… and now back home on a hot, hot July day!

Onwards!

My Heart Is Heavy…

June 9th, 2019 Jorma 25 comments

It’s been a tough couple of days. As noted, My friend Dr. John passed, Madeleine M. passed and earlier today I found that my friend of almost thirty some years, Spencer Bohren passed yesterday. Vanessa and I met Spencer in Fort Collins, Colorado in the very early 90’s and we were all kindred spirits in the blink of an eye. Spencer was a complete artist on so many levels that frankly I hardly know where to begin. He was one of the most understated examples of humanity that I hardly know where to begin… and he was my friend. He does not need me to eulogize him, his life speaks for itself and all of us who were honored to know him an call him friend, know exactly what I’m talking about. He was ten years younger than I and although his life was cut far too short, he made the most of it… always!

When he was diagnosed with cancer he and his wife Marilyn faced that harsh reality with a pure grace I’m not sure I could have mustered. I know that I will miss him on so many levels and who knows, his next gig may be the most amazing one of all. You are so missed my brother and I shall never take for granted the blessings of your friendship.

As if this wasn’t enough reality for one day as i was driving to New York for my gig with Phil Lesh Tuesday and Wednesday, I got a call from Vanessa. Our young friend Andrew, the same age as our daughter Izze, passed from cancer. When our Izze was first with us, Andrew was one of her very first friends. We all Trick Or Treated together and well… they were very young together. Andrew had been fighting an aggressive cancer for a couple of years. He was one of the toughest humans I have ever known. His family is one of the strongest families I have ever had the honor to know. I cannot possibly walk in their shoes… I hope I never have to. There is not much more I can say except I love them all and hope they can find whatever peace they need to find. As a parent, it is unthinkable to me that I should outlive my children.

Spencer, play a couple of songs for Andrew… in fact, show him how to play the guitar.

Fair winds and following seas you guys… fair winds and following seas!

You will be missed…

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Pages Turn… And Eras Pass

June 6th, 2019 Jorma 18 comments
Mac and I, Seva Benefit at the Beacon May 27, 2011

Mac and I, Seva Benefit at the Beacon May 27, 2011

Foto by Phil Jacobs

I was having dinner with Vanessa in town tonight. Our Izze had a sleepover so we had a date… sort of. I was just tasting my Thai Iced Coffee when I got a text from my old pal Michael Falzarano. The simple gist was that Dr. John The Night Tripper, aka Mac Rebennack had just passed away. I met Mac through Steve Mann in 1964 before my foray into rock ‘n’ roll. Mac and Steve were session players back then and Steve was trying to teach me to read so I could cut the gig too. It wasn’t for me, but we stayed friends. In 1965 when I got into the Airplane and moved to San Francisco on Divisadero between Turk and Eddy I got a call from Steve from the Swiss American Hotel in North Beach where he was bunking with Mac. There was some sort of confrontation between the guys and the police. I think women and drugs sere involved, but I wasn’t there so I can’t swear to it. Anyway, they came to my place and stayed for a couple of days until things cooled off. San Francisco was a very conservative place back then and any bust could turn out to be a major drag.

In any case, years passed. Mac became Dr. John, Steve would live a damaged life and we would all get older. In the late 90’s, I was part of a Seva benefit. Bonnie Raitt and John Lee Hooker were on that show. I was sharing a dressing room with Maria Muldaur, Dr. John and Bob Weir. Mac took me aside and is his raspy voice said, ‘Jorma, I owe you a solid… but I’m not going to tell you what it is.’ I guess I’ll have to wait to find out… I’m not in a rush. Steve Mann passed away but I would see Mac from time to time. He was indeed, the King Of New Orleans Funk! Indeed! I will miss our occasional intersections.

After dinner Nessa and I were over at her sister’s place sitting in my Jeep when I got a call from my friend Mark in Florida. His mom, Madelaine, passed away this afternoon at one hundred and one. Madelaine had lived in Florida for years, but she was a Meigs County girl… one of our own. Any time I would see her when Nessa wasn’t with me she would say, ‘Where is that pretty girl?’ She was a Steel Magnolia… and here’s to her and those like her… damn few left.

So I lost two more friends today and yes I know, sorrow is so selfish, but when the fury of the moment has passed, what is left but love?

We are all losing people… that’s life and I’m not alone. It is an honor for having known the good ones!

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Honor Memorial Day

May 28th, 2019 Jorma 14 comments
Jorma Sr. and Pentti

Jorma Sr. and Pentti

Portraits by my Dad, Jorma Sr.

Tarmo Kaukonen in Italy, WWII

Tarmo Kaukonen in Italy, WWII

Photographer unknown

On Memorial Day as the Kaukonens try their best to honor our fallen I usually default to fotos of my dad and his two brothers. Uncle Tarmo survived North Africa and Italy to die in a VA hospital in 1945 from lung cancer. Pentti never really came back from the Pacific and died quite young in a VA hospital in Northern California. My Dad, Jorma Sr. was fortunate to have lived a decently full life. For the three Kaukonen boys, serving in WWII was of paramount importance to their identity as first generation Americans… that’s just how it was.

Memorial Day was yesterday and indeed it was plain to me that as we enjoyed a beautiful day in the country that we owed it all to members of our Armed Forces! A debt to all those brave men and women that can never be repaid. fired up my bike and took a ride around the county and when I came to the site of the Buffington Island Skirmish where Union forces won that battle in 1863.

Buffington Island Skirmish today...

Buffington Island Skirmish today...

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

For a moment I found myself wrapped in history.

Talking to my friend Chuck out in California yesterday (himself a Vietnam Vet) he pointed out that our fallen lost two lives… the one they had, and the one they never got to live.

Honor Memorial Day!

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Milestones And Music

May 23rd, 2019 Jorma 16 comments

So another camp here at the Fur Peace Ranch has come and gone.

The guys from last week.

The guys from last week.

Foto by John Hurlbut

The great Woody Mann was teaching last weekend as well as myself. I gave a songwriting workshop and I have to tell you, I am impressed and humbled by the hard work and honesty these guys all manifested.

Me and the guys...

Me and the guys...

Foto by John Hurlbut

Each one of these guys came away with five songs in various stages of completion. Truly awesome!

Saturday night with had our first guitar free concert… and I say this with a benign smile on my face. It was a jazz shows featuring Eric Alexander on Sax, Peter Dominguez on upright bass, Larry Willis on piano and Victor Jones on drums. So we’re live streaming the show from our Fur Peace Ranch channel and I’m occasionally going backstage so I can weigh in on comments. Most people really dug the transcendence of the show, and I’ll get to that in a moment. One soul simply said, ‘I don’t understand jazz.’ I found this interesting. As someone who likes a great and utterly disparate landscape of music, I never found I really had to ‘understand’ anything. I just liked it or I didn’t. Now there are lots of different kinds of jazz just as there is a great variety of rock etc. Some touches me and some doesn’t. Eric and his A Team of players were playing songs and exploring an ever changing musical universe of changes and sonic delights. Again, I’m not a jazz player and I never will be, but I love good music, and theirs touched my soul. Thanks guys! I appreciated this evening more than you will ever know. It was first rate music played by world class guys!

Live on the Fur Peace Station stage!

Live on the Fur Peace Station stage!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

More of the guys

More of the guys

Foto by jorma Kaukonen

Larry Willis on the 1903 Chickering

Larry Willis on the 1903 Chickering

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Anybody who owns anything knows that constant maintenance is well… constant. Nessa and I as owners of the Ranch are constantly called upon to step up to the plate, metaphorically speaking. We had some water problems again and here’s how we dealt with it.

Nessa... in the mud up to her knees with a leaky pipe

Nessa... in the mud up to her knees with a leaky pipe

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Notice, She’s in the hole… I’m taking the picture.

That’s my girl!

Plumbing problems sort of in the rear view mirror, I took some updated drone shots of the Ranch in between storms.

Looks nicer greened out!

Looks nicer greened out!

Drone shot by Jorma Kaukonen

All this excitement notwithstanding, our daughter, Izze, joined here classmates for their Eighth Grade Class Trip to Washington, D.C. Now Izze has been to D.C. a lot… with Mom and Dad. I know this one was different for here… and different for Nessa and myself as parents. Time is slipping through our fingers like water. Our girl and here pals will be in high school next year. I know this is all good… and as it should be. Still and all, it is a bittersweet moment for us.

Izze and her friends at the Korean War Memorial

Izze and her friends at the Korean War Memorial

Foto by Izze Kaukonen

There have been many wars during my lifetime and the monuments in D.C. are more than powerful. Vietnam of course, is a war that defined my time in many ways, but for some reason, the Korean War Memorial has always had an effect on me.

Well… the kids are growing, the world is still turning and all I can say is… so far so good.

Onward!

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Brother Ray Heads For The Shore

April 15th, 2019 Jorma 20 comments
Ray at 24

Ray at 24

Poster by Kevin Morgan

Brother Ray Heads For The Shore
Monday, April 15, 2019

Here at the Fur Peace Ranch we just concluded another amazing weekend with Larry Campbell and myself as teachers and Larry, Teresa, Justin and Jesse as the concert. Well, they dealt me in for the second set and it is always a joy and an honor to hang with these folks. The circumstances the Ranch never ceases to elevate me from my daily world… always; The giving and receiving from friends, old and new sustains us… it really does!

Time moves on relentlessly, inexorably… because that’s what time does. There is no ‘pause’ button, no ‘rewind…’and absolutely no ‘do overs.’ Sometimes one is part of a story greater that oneself and one of these amazing stories in my life involves the Hurlbut family.

Jorma with Ray on his 95th Birthday

Jorma with Ray on his 95th Birthday

Foto by Vanessa Kaukonen

John Hurlbut has been our Ranch Manager for twenty some years but he and Vanessa and I go way back beyond that. I met Johnny in the early 80’s when Kurt promoted a solo Jorma show and Johnny was somehow involved. We became friends, he and I and his brother Pete, and his friend Wally and Jay the Bass player (now long gone) and a host of Columbus characters; some still with us, some on the shore of the River Of Time.

In 1984 I left twenty years of life in San Francisco and hit the road for the East Coast. It was a long-awaited homecoming. I always was an East Coast kid! I would stop off in Cleveland and Ray and Lucy Hurlbut would let me sleep on a couch in their basement as long as I needed to before the next stage of my journey They would tap me on the shoulder in the morning and coffee and breakfast would be waiting.

When Vanessa and I started out thirty-year relationship in 1988 in Key West, Johnny was down visiting his folks who were snowbirding. He stopped by our pad down by the Southernmost Point and as Vanessa was getting to know him she said, ‘I don’t trust him. He’s too nice.’ But that’s just who he was and that’s who the Hurlbut family is. Our daughter Israel carries the name of three strong women. Israel Love Diana Lucy Kaukonen. Love was my mom’s middle name, Diana was Jack’s beloved wife and Lucy was Ray’s other half. She was Mother to John and Pete and Mary Lou.

The Kaukonen’s will never cease loving and respecting the four generations of Hurlbuts we have come to count as friends and family.

After Lucy passed away eight or nine years ago the relationship that Ray and I shared changed. He was no longer John’s dad to me… he was more like an older brother .I embraced his counsel and he always had a relevant view of current events and family. I loved the man dearly… and still do. Time has a relentless way of leveling the playing field. Ray was born in 1921, flew as a radio operator in bombers in the Pacific in WW II. He had a long and productive life! Today at 1640, Ray Hurlbut went home for the last time. Johnny was able to be there and sing songs and then by the Grace of G_d Ray gently left us… like the passing of a tree. He was 98 years old~!

I could go on, but then I would start repeating myself. Nessa and I got to visit him last Wednesday and we were able to swap hugs and stories. He was still sharp as a tack… the Ray I had known for years. For some time, I had graduated from being Johnny’s friend to being Ray’s brother. It was honor I shall not soon forget!

At moments like this, we all say ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ The real loss would have been if I had never known the man. He was one of my many blessings. Our friend Wally and his wife Cat visited him the other day and Ray told Wally, ‘Tell my brother Jorma I’ll be saving him a seat next to me on the stage… but tell him not to rush.’ That was Ray.

I will miss the man of course, but the honor was mine to have known him and the rest of his family.

Anchors aweigh my brother and as always… fair winds and following seas.

The Bros...

The Bros...

Foto by Vanessa Kaukonen

The Ladys Man at 98

The Ladys Man at 98

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

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Chicken Today, Feathers Tomorrow

March 27th, 2019 Jorma 12 comments
The Lyle Tuttle body shirt...

The Lyle Tuttle body shirt...

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Chicken Today…
RIP Lyle Tuttle
9/7/1931 to 3/25/2019

I found out this morning that my old friend, Lyle Tuttle passed away two days ago in Ukiah, California. When I use the term ‘Old Friend’ I do not mean to imply that Lyle and I had been constantly hanging out together over the years. That would be untrue. We had been friends back in the 60’s when I got my first tattoo from him and even though we rarely saw each other after the 70’s, nothing ever happened in my orbit that would prevent me from calling him friend.

Lyle’s passing truly marked the passing of an era for me. Back when I got my first ink, that little event was like taking a walk on the wild side. The whole tattoo thing was still outré back then and it marked all of us with ink as outsiders. Over the years I have been tattooed by a number of artists who by their work have become historical. Lyle broke my cherry with a little Mayan stamp on my back. Pat Martynuik gave me some classic roses on my right arm. Lyle would follow with a Mayan eagle on my left arm which Don Ed Hardy would surround with a serpent. Bob Roberts would crest my Roses with a horned demon. Don Ed would give me a 47 hour back piece and five or six years later Doc Slick would put a rose on the back of my right hand. D. Willy would do a tribal piece on my left arm that spills over to my chest and Bridget Punsalang would give me a skull on my right forearm two years ago at Lyle Tuttle’s Old School Tattoo Convention in St. Louis.

For me it all started with Lyle. He was a larger than life character. Some folks liked him, some didn’t… but he could not be ignored. It would be hard to deny that he was a major force in bringing tattooing in the mainstream… and that is a good thing.

The planet is a little poorer for Lyle’s passing. He was a helluva guy. I am already missing him profoundly because one of my bucket list items will now go undone. I had planned to visit him, and now this will have to wait… for a long time, I hope!

Lyle had a motto of sorts on his chest. Gallina Hodie, Plumae Cras. Chicken today, feathers tomorrow. I can really take that to heart today. If something needs to be done, today is probably a good day to do it. Thanks Lyle.

I fondly remember Lyle’s Bull Terrier, Chadwick. Chadwick was the first Bully I ever met and as a result of that meeting, in later years there would a number of Bullies in my life.

Chadwick and Lyle back in the late 60's

Chadwick and Lyle back in the late 60's

Archival Foto

With all these thoughts running through my head today I am reminded that I need to tell people I care about that I care about them. The ones I love need to be held close and to be frequently reminded that they are dwelling in my heart.

Rest in peace Lyle and know that at least as long as I am walking the earth, a piece of you will walk with me.

Fair wind and following seas brother…

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From San Francisco To Bright Angel

March 16th, 2019 Jorma 30 comments
From the South Rim

From the South Rim

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

After the second night at the Sweetwater I flew to Phoenix to meet Vanessa and Izze and we drove up to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon for a couple of days. I had been here in the Fall of 2003 with my pal Jerry on our still memorable Rt. 66 by motorcycle trip. The weather up in the Canyon had been iffy at best, but on this day… it was perfect.

The girls on the South Rim

The girls on the South Rim

Photo by Jorma Kaukonen

Ir’s hard not to take a great picture art the Grand Canyon on a day like this. I just picked a couple for the blog.

I get it... I'm not the only guy who's got one!

I get it... I'm not the only guy who's got one!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

We could only get so far on Bright Angel, but it was awesome!

At 8000 feet, you can't make this stuff up!

At 8000 feet, you can't make this stuff up!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Spring Break with the kid

Spring Break with the kid

Foto by Vanessa Kaukonen

The ladies, on top of the world

The ladies, on top of the world

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

The Old Man and the Mountain

The Old Man and the Mountain

Foto by Vanessa Kaukonen

It was a great way for me to finish up my road trip. To be with Family at the Grand Canyon… Priceless!

But who's counting?

But who's counting?

Foto by Vanessa Kaukonen

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Jeanie Patterson… my friend

March 9th, 2019 Jorma 13 comments
Jeanie and her dog Elvis in front of Sweetwater

Jeanie and her dog Elvis in front of Sweetwater

Hot Tuna album cover…

My Friend Jeanie
Saturday, March 9, 2019

As I was waking this morning a text message popped up on my phone. It was so ironic to me to that here I was in the Bay Area playing Sweetwater in Mill Valley only to find out that Jeannie Patterson who founded Sweetwater so many years ago had passed. The first time I met Jeanie in the early 80’s she became a dear friend as we shook hands. That’s just how she was. When you met Jeannie you always felt that you had known each other since you were kids.

Jeanie had a deep and abiding passion for life. I am not here to speak for her but I always felt that her life was an open cathedral for the music and that for many, the holiest of the Holies was to be found in that little venue on Throckmorton. My friend, Bob Weir, always said we were like the gunslingers on Gunsmoke and Jeanie was our Miss Kitty. She was that and more. She gave all of us pickers and singers a place to speak our truth and be heard with respect… even over the din of the bar that was about ten feet from the stage.

That’s how it was.

Jeanie and my father, Jorma Sr., were pals. He hung out there frequently and they became confidants. When my dad’s life began to reel itself in after his first stroke, Jeanie was always there for him and my mom. When my dad passed, we had his memorial at Sweetwater. Jeanie was always more than available for her friends!

A parent is not supposed to outlive their children and when her two sons Tro and Taylor passed within a couple of years from each other it took a piece of her heart that could never be replaced. We try to be there for our friends but as a parent, that is a loss I simply cannot grasp… and I hope I never do. The economic landscape in California in general and Mill Valley in particular began to price Jeanie out of the game and she finally sold that little sacred ground and moved to Southern California and became more than reclusive. We would email each other periodically and both of us would allow that we should probably get together before it was too late. A couple of months ago I actually picked up the phone and called her. Indeed, I had her number for years but I had never used it. Sometimes the phone is just too heavy to pick up but this time I did pick it up and made the call. She answered much to my amazement and we talked for quite a while. It was almost as if no time had passed at all. At the end of the day, friends are friends. I felt at the time that she was ready to come back to the world and grace us all with her presence one more time.

According to the article I just read she died on the 26th of last month. Life is filled with ‘Things that might have been’ moments and I guess this is another one. There is always light in the world, but to me it is just a little darker today. I’m glad we had a chance to talk one more time. As something of a country boy myself I always enjoyed her mid-western earthiness. She never lost that… ever.

If you believe in such things she is now back with her boys and perhaps she still has a moment or two to get together with my dad and speak of the world as they saw it. I’m sure I’m not the only one being grateful today for having had the opportunity to call Jeanie Patterson friend.

Fair winds and following seas sister… fair winds and following seas. I am one of the many who will never forget you!

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Pre New Year’s Eve Shows @ Freight And Salvage… A Trip To The Bay Area

December 31st, 2018 Jorma 10 comments

Vanessa, Izze and I as well as two of Izze’s friends from school all came to the Bay Area together for these shows at Freight And Salvage and we had a little time to take the girls on some great sightseeing trips.

The Lone Sailor Memorial at the Headlands...

The Lone Sailor Memorial at the Headlands...

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Nessa and Izze and her buddies at the Lone Sailor Memorial. Just another memorial to them, but it reminded me that my Dad sailed out under the Golden Gate on a troop transport in 1944 to fight in WWII. Glad he made it back… my Uncle Pentti too…

A magical day!

A magical day!

Foto by Jorma Kaukonen

Just one of those rare magical days in the Bay Area in Winter. Lucky to be a part of it!

Kaukonen family at the Golden Gate

Kaukonen family at the Golden Gate

We couldn’t get any farther into the Headlands. Closed due to government shutdown.Don’t get me started. Then we joined Jack Casady and Madame Cecilia Chiang at In Situ at the Museum Of Modern Art. In 1964 I was barely getting by as a college student and aspiring musician. Cecelia had just opened her Mandarin Restaurant on Post Street. With barely enough money for a small dinner, she always treated me and my family with respect and I shall never forget this. At 99 years of age, she is still a force of nature and it was an honor for us to have our daughter Izze, meet her!

Cecelia Chiang and Israel Love Kaukonen

Cecelia Chiang and Israel Love Kaukonen

Foto by Vanessa Kaukonen

I will always treasure this moment! It is the memories of times like these that help define our lives!

Parking sentiment for a moment, I let the ladies do some shopping and I killed time until they were done.

Then out Geary Blvd. to a vista point near Cliff House… just in time to catch the last rays of light.

Next stop... Hawaii and points West

Next stop... Hawaii and points West

Foto by Izze Kaukonen

A fine day of sightseeing with the family and then, time to get to work.

Freight And Salvage time...

Freight And Salvage time...

Foto by Phil Jacobs

The first night was just Jack and myself… and here it is:

Hot Tuna 60, 2019
The Acoustic Duo
Jorma Kaukonen & Jack Casady
Freight & Salvage
Berkeley, California
Saturday, December 29, 2018

First Set:
1. Ain’t In No Hurry
2. Hesitation Blues
3. Barbeque King
4. Serpent Of Dreams
5. River Of Time
6. I Am The Light Of This World
7. How Long Blues
8. Sleep Song
9. Trial By Fire
10. Watch The North Wind Rise
11. Let Us Get Together Right Down Here
12. Keep Your Lamps Trimmed & Burning

Second Set:
1. Been So Long
2. Second Chances
3. Whining Boy Blues
4. Day To Day Out The Window Blues
5. Search My Heart
6. Heart Temporary
7. San Francisco Bay Blues
8. Death Don’t Have No Mercy
9. Sea Child
10. Good Shepherd
11. Come Back Baby
12. I Know You Rider
13. Encore: Water Song

Rockin' at the F & S

Rockin' at the F & S

Foto by Suzy Perler

Hot Tuna 61, 2018
The Electric Trio
Jorma Kaukonen, Jack Casady
And Justin Guip
Freight And Salvage
Berkeley, California
December 30, 2018

First Set:

1. True Religion
2. Wolves & Lambs
3. Ode To Billy Dean
4. Can’t Get Satisfied
5. Hesitation Blues
6. Living Just For You
7. Sea Child
8. Day To Day Out The Window Blues
9. Talkin’ Bout You
10. Bowlegged Woman

Second set:
1. Ain’t In No Hurry
2. Candy Man
3. Walkin Blues
4. I Wish You Would
5. Roads And Roads &
6. Watch The North Wind Rise
7. Sleep Song
8. Good Shepherd
9. Hit Single # 1
10. Funky # 7
11. Encore: Water Song

Yeah, I know… we encored with Water Song two days in a row… not tonight I betcha.