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The Gypsies Come To Pomeroy

Well, needless to say I’ve been looking forward to this weekend… Frank Vignola, Vinny Raniolo, The Hot Club Of Detroit as well as Verlon Thompson and myself. There was some rain this weekend, but nothing that could dampen the spirits of our sunflowers behind the Beatrice Love Kitchen at the Fur Peace Ranch.

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When I was a kid, my Dad had quite a collection of Django Reinhart as well as George Van Eps and the like and the music always fascinated me. To get to see it played live by master was just about as good as it gets. Frank and Vinny were truly brilliant and in their part of the show on Saturday night they were joined by Julien Labro on accordion. Yikes…  mce_href=

Yes indeedy, the music was stratospheric… Now on this particular evening it was my turn to play Mr. Mom, so I didn’t get to see the hot club of Detroit do their show… I did get to see them at sound check, however… and without a doubt there was some great stuff going on.Paul Brady and Evan Perri were on guitar, Carl Cafagna played Sax, Julien Labro on accordion and Andrew Kratzat on bass. If you ever get a chance to see any of these guys play, don’t miss the opportunity. This is an art form that I[m not truly familiar with, however like I said, I listened to it as a kid and I surely appreciate it and not just as a guitar player either. hot club of detriot1

Well, I got home and Izze went to bed without a peep which was great and yesterday the music just kept on coming. I euchred Verlon into doing a little show with me Sunday night and Frank and I had spoken about the great Jellyroll Morton song Whinin’ Boy blues so of course I figured what a grand opportunity to play an old jazz song with some really great contemporary jazz cats.  I played some of my stuff including my new song ‘Things That Might Have Been,’ and at the end of my little set I called Frank and Vinny up and we did a killer version of Jelly’s tune. Ian Buchanan would have gotten a kick out of our take on this tune he taught me so very long ago. Thanks Ian… your teachings have certainly taken me a very, very long way. I wish you could have been here to see this. I think back at the way Ian Buchanan was able to transliterate piano pieces into accessible guitar parformances I realize that this only scratches the surface of his inventive genius.

After we played Whinin’ Boy, we called Verlon up and he did a tune he and Guy Clark wrote with one of our songwriting classes about ten years ago. Killer tune. Well, needless to say, the boys shredded this one up pretty well and when we finished this cool song we left the stage for Verlon to work his magic.

Now Verlon Thompson is another of those elegant human beings who just has it all going for him. A great songwriter, great guitarist, great accompanist, great singer… OK, OK, I could go on and on.

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Verlon told his story in words and song and I was there until the last note was played and I wasn’t the only one. The next day, Monday, was a half day at the Ranch… another short workshop and then the au revoir’s that end each session at the Fur Peace Ranch.

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A quick shot with my new guitar friends Frank and Vinny and onward for all.

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Friends, new and old, the same for music and life… I’m off to Parkersburg, West Virginia to pick up my son for some farm time before he has to to back to school. Yikes… onward indeed.

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  1. Don Gehre
    August 24th, 2010 at 23:46 | #1

    Marvelous Jorma!

    Great posting about another beautiful week end at the ranch, full of heart and , yes, soul!

    Not to use too many exclamation points, but it sure is a good and great deal to have you and your “collective” of fellow travelers keeping us all honest and informed and entertained indeed-that despite the cultural insanity going on-there is still a exciting, intense continuum echoing about all that is good in American music.

    I’ve enjoyed Jorma and friends since I first them (and listened before for that matter) at the USF gym benefit in 1967. Yeah, I’m an unrepentant San Franciscan and I’m not afraid to say that it’s been a real personal pleasure to see J and Jack, et al, over all these years. The bands and groups like the diggers in those days were emblematic of the good that lightened many of us before the door got closed.

    Stay in the light and the flesh my friends, America need your talents more than ever!

  2. Brett
    August 26th, 2010 at 11:04 | #2

    Just looked at the new You Tube clip from Fur Peace Station from this past Saturday night. VERY nice stuff….

    And…..is that a nickel I see, or some other form of coinage…. being used as a pick…on nylon strings?? INteresting

    Sounds like it was yet another splendid weekend at The Ranch!!

    Have fun on the farm with Zack……I’ve heard it’s good, livin’ on the farm

    Brett

  3. Carlo Pagliano
    August 30th, 2010 at 14:23 | #3

    Well, a wonderful day is forever! When the light of the sky changes from August entering in September, the air gets of a dazzling radiance and so the lakes and the leaves and the Alps, even in town from the terrace. In the middle of all this the phone rings in the pocket. I have this kind of a tile which is the old E 90 (Nokia Communicator) useful for reading fresh news from Meighs County when down under in the Tube or idle at a traffic light, and for writing too indeed. I always open it up as a breviary in the hands of a good old curate so that the voice comes out loud and clear instead of leaning it silently on my ear. “And there I found myself with you…” and the air was suddenly filled with the notes of ‘Genesis’ by Jorma, it was my brother with his cell close to the radio callin’ me. The main national broadcasting station (Radio RAI 3, the cultural frequency band) sending on air a fifteen mins program of the Legendary Guitar Player Jorma Kaukonen! The buildings started to dance all around, the trees in the square were waving at the rythm and the people in thousands were moving in sincronicity with the song as if their brothers phoned them up too, it was lunch time in the main square. Then a Rev. Gary Davis jewel played by Jorma rolled in, I was on the Pleiads. Everything and averybody my eyes could reach were all one with Jorma’s Music! On a breezily sunny midday Monday. Can’t get any better than this! Forever Thanks Jorma!

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