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Italian Wrapup & A Plunge In The River Of Time

A grand moment in the sun

A grand moment in the sun

Well, I’ve been home for four days now and I just wanted to close out our trip to Italy. The last show was in Nembro… a solo Jorma gig and I had another blast.

Jorma Kaukonen Solo 6, 2012
Modernissima Auditorium
Nembro, Italy
March 27, 2012

1. I See The Light
2. Heart Temporary
3. Search My Heart
4. Children Of Zion
5. Second Chances
6. Hesitation Blues
7. Come Back Baby
8. Sea Child
9. Another Man Done A Full Go Round
10. How Long Blues
11. Let Us Get Together Right Down Here
12. 99 Year Blues
13. Things That Might Have Been
14. Mamma Let Me Lay It On You
15. Genesis
16. I Am The Light Of This World
17. I Know You Rider
18. Encore : Uncle Sam Blues

My set list as you can see…

I know there are dark places in Italy just like there are anywhere… but we were always surrounded by light.

I mean, how many great architectural views are there?

I mean, how many great architectural views are there?

You know, we lose so many good friends each year, and yes I know that life is more about saying goodbye than it is saying hello sometimes but sometimes one just has to appreciate those moments when one’s time begins to teeter on the brink of history. There will always be something new hopefully… and more stories yet to be written.

OK... here's another one...

OK... here's another one...

I think it is important to somehow try to tune in to the changes that surround us without losing our grasp of our place in the river of time.

Woody... and shoes?

Woody... and shoes?

Well… life is still good for me… and yesterday I took our six year old, Izze, for her first motorcycle ride… and she loved it! Actually, she asked me to take her. I think it was stressful for Vanessa… but we all loved it. I mean really… how good does it have to get?

Well... I got to smooch my sweetie too!

Well... I got to smooch my sweetie too!

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  1. johno
    May 31st, 2012 at 11:53 | #1

    That last picture says it all. Amore!

  2. Cyndy Consentino
    May 31st, 2012 at 13:09 | #2

    Dear Jorma,
    Love the writing on the guitar”This machine kills
    Fascists”… Prophetic!
    Looking forward to upcoming shows at Basie, Wellmont
    and Caramoor!
    See you then:)

  3. joe in DC
    May 31st, 2012 at 14:53 | #3

    cool dude
    see u soon in VA and PA

  4. Tom in St. Louis
    May 31st, 2012 at 18:28 | #4

    Cyndy, you know that’s one of Woody Guthrie’s guitars, right?
    He loved to write that phrase on his instruments.

  5. Richard
    May 31st, 2012 at 18:33 | #5

    Smooch on Bro!!!!!

  6. Joe
    May 31st, 2012 at 19:58 | #6

    So well said and ………..that last picture ! Thank you, Jorma !

  7. Cyndy Consentino
    May 31st, 2012 at 22:24 | #7

    @Tom in St. Louis
    Thank you, Tom, I did not know that! Wow!

  8. eaglesteve
    June 1st, 2012 at 12:49 | #8

    Welcome home Captain. Glad you and yours had a nice time in Italy.

  9. carlo pagliano
    June 4th, 2012 at 18:39 | #9

    At the gathering in Sarzana for the big Acoustic Guitar Festival held inside the fortress, you could breathe
    a kind of a new atmosphere. On stage Jorma Kaukonen, David and Nancy Bromberg, Mark Cosgrove. Down the stage in the court as wide as a square, thousand odd of people seated, hundreds standing, guitars by hundreds in the hands of young gentlemen, semi and of an older age, put on as a rock-sack too, all there for a good three hours of celestial sounds. Their living myths were close-by refilling their thirsty souls, you should have seen them, they were moving around the fortress like if they had a rocket behind with firelight faces, actually coming from all over Europe for this magic Acoustic Guitar Festival. What is new about all this is to see so many followers so determined, independent from the age, the provenience and the social status, under the one flag of the Guitar. Some will go back home so loaded that their friends will stare at them playing, some other will have wonders to narrate. Whilst I’m writing, all what said grows in consistence, a scene that is not so perceivable living in a city, unless you are blessed to be a guest or part of such Guitar Festivals.
    To go on stage first is Jorma, any different contest is absolutely well measured by the Captain, so that you can be sure to hear Jorma performing perfectly tuned with the surrounding environment. In fact the power of the voice of Jorma as well as his impalpable whispers sustained by the Martin in miraculous hands, sounded of an apodictical deity in the resonance box made out of stones of the fortress. Wish our Eternity be like that.
    Following the super performance with Nancy Bromberg and Mark Cosgrove, Mr. Bojangles saluted David solo back on stage and the crowd sang along.
    When David Bromberg urged Jorma next to him again, the music, the dialogue, the singing all became transcendental, you had to be so ethereal to fly in the interplanetary space where the interplay was leading you. It ended with David thundering his voice to blow away the counterforts of the court!

    Next and laxt here we have a new masterpiece of a solo performance held by the Captain under a somewhat rainy evening at the Modernissimo, nice auditorium located in Nembro, a pre-Alpine little town. The faces change by the regions as we know, so we have here rocky red chubby cheeks, thin tanned skin gliding over high cheekbones, vibrating eyes, high energy bursting out in solid lengthy cheers at every song masterfully played and sang the way Jorma knows how to. There’s an ineluctable law only few great artists undergo, to extrapolate from the known the plot of the new and launch the lot in the free air in front of them.
    Jorma reinvented Jorma that night. The way the Captain took the vessel mooring his symphonies in unknown harbors was yet to be heard. The titles were correct, the song itself had its recognizable sound, but the way Jorma played it was simply admirable. Broken chords echoing jazz airs, then epic, into light swing, incessant to mark time, now rock fading into a quick calypso call then back to blues then away again, a phantasmagoria of sounds and rhythms in fractions of seconds opened new roads for the advancing strong voice singing along, unreachable. More and more. Again and again.
    Thanks Jorma from the thousands who had the luck and the wit to be there in this magnificent Italian run, all people had words of love and admiration straight from their hearts that I heard.

  10. Matt D
    June 5th, 2012 at 02:32 | #10

    Looking forward to the Count Basie Red Bank show. Did you know that Smithsonian voted Red Bank #3 in USA’s coolest smal towns? Has quite a few nice little resturants too. Juanito’s for Mexican, Buona Sera for Italian and The Doublin House for great Irish grub and grog.

  11. Cyndy Consentino
    June 5th, 2012 at 09:35 | #11

    @Matt D
    Matt- don’t forget abou Frint Street Trattoria, which
    to me is best in Red Bank!
    See you at the Basie:)

  12. carey georgas
    December 13th, 2017 at 17:02 | #12

    Got nothing to do right now but sit at my desk, so I’m looking at old posts again. Just read something about commonalities among centenarians. Resilience and adaptability were numbers one and two. You said above that we have to tune into change without losing our grasp on our present (presence?) in the river of time. I’d say you’re on your way to triple digits in the birthday column, Good Lord willin’. And even if the creek does rise, I figure you’re the type to just deal with it. Creeks flow into rivers, right?