Bob Dylan is everywhere...
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
After the last show with Susan and Derek we beat feet to Minneapolis for a two shows at the Dakota Jazz Club. We did a half a day to walk around and decompress.
The Lumber Exchange... from another century
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
We love coming to Minneapolis whether it be the Cedar Cultural Center or in this case, the Dakota Jazz Club. We had two shows, one at seven and one at nine… more or less.
Great little gig!
Foto by Phil Jacobs
Hot Tuna 43, 2017
The Acoustic Duo
Jorma Kaukonen And Jack Casady
Dakota Jazz Club
7 PM Show
Saturday August 5, 2017
Minneapolis, Minnesota
1. Second Chances
2. How Long Blues
3. Hesitation Blues
4. Barbeque King
5. Keep Your Lamps Trimmed & Burning
6. The Terrible Operation
7. Let Us Together Right Down Here
8. Heart Temporary
9. Keep On Trucking Mama
10. 99 Year Blues
11. Death Don’t have No Mercy
12. I Know You Rider
13. Encore: Wining Boy Blues
Holding forth...
Foto by Phil jacobs
Hot Tuna 44, 2017
The Acoustic Duo
Jorma Kaukonen And Jack Casady
Dakota Jazz Club
9 PM Show
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Saturday, August 5th, 2017
1. I See The Light
2. Nobody Knows You When You’re Down & Out
3. Brother Can You Spare A Dime?
4. Candy Man
5. Come Back Baby
6. True Religion
7. Trial By Fire
8. Sleep Song
9. Good Shepherd
10. Things That Might Have Been
11. That’ll Never Happen No More
12. Bar Room Crystal Ball
13. Water Song
14. 9 Pound Hammer
15. Encore: Embryonic Journey
Then it was on to St. Charles, Illinois for a gig at the Arcada Theater. The power steering blew out on the bus leaving Minneapolis so we limped into St. Charles and got some superb help!
These folks came to our aid and we were good to go!
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
The Arcada was a great little theater!
Jack relaxes in the Green Room!
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
Hot Tuna 45, 2017
The Acoustic Duo
Jorma Kaukonen And Jack Casady
The Arcata Theater
St. Charles, Illinois
Sunday, August 6, 2017
1. True Religion
2. Hesitation Blues
3. Roads and Roads &
4. Heart Temporary
5. Let Us Get Together Right Down Here
6. Barbeque King
7. Trial By Fire
8. Sleep Song
9. Death Don’t Have No Mercy
10. Nobody Knows You When You’re Down & Out
11. Keep Your Lamps Trimmed And Burning
12. Come Back Baby
13. Watch The North Wind Rise
14. Good Shepherd
15. Bar Room Crystal Ball
16. Water Song
17. Encore: Genesis
On Stage...
Foto by Phil Jacobs
Then our merry men scattered to their homes and Myron and I came back to Southeast Ohio where I resume my role as a husband and father.
Sunrise walk on the old road with Maverick
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
No matter how simple… there’s no place like home!
Where I belong
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
Johnny and I played at our Pho Eatery today. It’s our last weekday offering. We’re going to be doing special event Pho dinners and entertainment. More on that later.
In the meantime, nowhere like your own bed.
@Barbara Jacobs
I had a brief stint as p.r. And driver till you came along and got me fired. No hard feelings. I took a job with Ronnie lane.
@Richu
I don’t know your real-life name.
What work did you do for Billy Preston?
@Greg martelli
@carey georgas
Oh, is this childish nonsense still going on here?
Joined by yet another, peas in a pod.
I hear ya, bro.@John B
2024 you say ? Don’ t know if i will still be above ground in 24. This may be my last rodeo.: > ) @carey georgas
I took it as you meant it. Joke gone awry. My apologies.
@
Ones a boob
Twos a pair of boobs
I don’t know anybody on this blog & 98% is affirming.
Let’s drop the boobs , before the Cap comes down in us like Jehovah on gamorrah
@JohnB
Were going to Sylva NC for the eclipse, another good reason to head to the mountains.
I said boob – not boobs
Two totally different things
We’ll, I ain’t much of one for name calling. It was tongue-in- cheek. If you’re not threatened by big fat boobs, are you threatened by little skinny ones?
What are you talking about?
Hey Johno, do you feel threatened by small skinny boobs? I find Barbara to be opinionated, but hell, who ain’t?
There’s supposed to be another in 2024 that brings totality within a hundred miles of where I live , so I’m gonna wait til then. We’re supposed to get about 70% here this time.@JohnB
Does anyone have any travel plans to catch the total eclipse of the sun that will occur one wek from today? I am planning to go down to South Carolina where i have a room reserved near Interstate 26 just in case i have to be on the move to catch totality cloud free.
I don’t think we should be bothered by BJ – never argue with a crazy person. I don’t feel threatened because she’s just a big boob. A big fat boob. I don’t think she’s ever even been to a Hot Tuna show. She always disappears when Tuna comes to town.
God created perfection that he illuminated with a hazy sunbeam dappling an Appalachian wood…
Good to know the Captain is back home walking Maverick and enjoying the woods. That was some heck of a tour! I can’t but find myself wondering if Susan might teach a class at FPR someday? I suppose that whimsy will keep me checking the class schedule.
Mobile Hose Service. Don’t get me started.
Just reflecting on the derision and backbiting , this reminds me of Genesis ( not the great song by the guy that provides us with this forum), we don’t even know it but we are in the garden of eden ( we could be living in sub Saharan Africa ),I enjoy most of the comments on this blog & quite frankly enjoy them as much as Jorma’s chronicles , as you get to hear the collective experience of a fan base that has enjoyed this music for 50 some odd years.And than you get to hear the cool shit , like the guy from Texas , talking about his bar room experiences with the likes of Johnny Winter and Stevie Ray Vaughan.
I’m sure the host rides the bike for anyone of a number of reason ; freedom , changing scenery , comraderie , but it also makes you fully concentrate as you are totally engaged in the saddle .It makes you temporarily forget the bullshit of the world .
The world is too much with us, getting and spending.
H@Barbara Jacobs
Hi barb!! I use to work for billy Preston…remember me?
Double ,double toil and trouble
Fire burn-cauldron bubble
Just to review:
My first comment was directed to Jorma.
Greg then replied to me and we engaged in an intelligent, friendly discussion.
Then came those two, above; having nothing intelligent nor of any substance to offer — just an attempt at their usual disruption.
Freedom of speech here, allows them to attempt to conspire to disrupt with stupidity.
It just proves their immaturity.
It’s an example, in real-time, of how the dumb continue to attempt to gain a following.
The usual.
I don’t need to direct my previous comment to Greg, nor to anybody else.
Yet, within 3 minutes, there’s the other one.
Followed by dead head, again.
Followed by the other one, within one minute: “Ignore it Maybe it will go away”
Orchestrating, offline and planning their next comments.
No substance. No intellect.
It’s the highlight of their day.
Two peas in a pod. Getting off.
Ignore it
Maybe it will go away
WHEW…..at least she is talking to herself.
Here we go again
Let me know when the coast is clear
@Barbara Jacobs
First, he directs: “Everybody get out of the way:…”
Now,he claims: “Yep; everyone has their own spoonful.”
Directing “everybody”,then opining about “everyone…”.
A dead head,indeed. No intellect.
Yep; everyone has their own spoonful.
@Greg Martelli
Freedom of speech and thought. Jorma allows, we chat. Some of us share and learn.
Having attended 40 dead shows from Woodstock on ,I preferred to be a “human being”, a term native Americans particularly the Oglala used,it was a term of respect and acknowledged ones capacityand humanity( the native Americans weren’t the peaceniks that most think they were)in the absense of those characteristics , one was considered a “soul”, I always felt that the moniker of a deadhead presumed an unadulterated adulation of one band( I listen to them daily),and a diminution of what makes this a great life,principally the expression of ones individuality.
What appealed to me about the late sixties movement was its expression of freedom of the individual.
Don’t forget the memorialization of the end of the idealism-the”Death of Hippie”, parade in Golden gate park,late
67,the idealism didn’t last long.
Greg
Looks like the Light from the Lighthouse in that woods photo.
Speaking of which, two nights at the Tabernacle seems perfect for lots of Blind Willie Johnson!
Everybody get out of the way: it’s the Barbara Jacobs show. Chicken soup, anyone?
@Greg martelli
A google-(ing) turns up some very lovely examples.
“The Twin Cities in Terra Cotta”.
Nice!
Jorma:
Yet another example of how, any day/time, you’ll find a few of us discussing art history and architecture. Thanks again for that photo.
@Greg martelli
I don’t know the building’s name, but there it is and also one other in town.
Here in Manhattan, we treasure the terra cotta facades, as they are history of a time when the city was built by master craftsmen, who immigrated from Europe.
They don’t make ’em like that anymore.
There’s a great terra cotta facade on a theatre in down town Indianapolis , two blocks from the recently
R ferenced St Elmo’s , any body know the structure?
Jorma,
That’s a really fine photo : “The Lumber Exchange” building.
“… from another century” for sure. There aren’t any terra cotta craftsmen around anymore.
Love John Trudell
Peace
Love All Ways
@Chappy
Made it to Minneapolis once back in the late 90’s and the music godz smiled upon me by chance or divine intervention as I was able to catch John Trudell in concert that weekend…amazing! I think Dylan remarked once that there was only one person in the world that could write like John Trudell and that was Lou Reed. Unfortunately, can’t make Larry/Teresa/Gretchen this weekend at FPR however my big bro and his buddy Mike are looking forward to the show. I get some consolation in being able to see one of Butch Trucks favorite guitarists Heather Gillis here in Virginia. She’s a great singer and guitarist and an despite her early years she is an old soul. Thank you Butch!
Jorma, Beautiful light, composition and
moment in where I belong photo.A set list
question: Do you have any plans at
any time to work any of the tunes from
Steady as she goes into your
set lists? Heard you perform children of Zion
the Friday night show of your 70th birthday bash at the beacon, but don’t
see many of these songs in your setlsts
That picture reminded me of a song I once heard….
I See the Light
Hot Tuna
In this world I’m living in I see the light
Sins are gone, now I know what is wrong and right
Morning came on slowly pushing back the night
It’s good times now that I can see the light
On this road I’m walking on I see my way
Paradise I’m living for each and every day
‘Bout the crossroads of the past, nothing more to say
It’s good times now but we can see our way
In this sea I’m moving through, feel my life complete
With the one I’m living for time is, oh, so sweet
Feeling us together, living in the bright
It’s good times now, we can see the light
In this world I’m living in I see the light
Sins are gone, now I know what is wrong and right
Morning came on slowly pushing back the night
It’s good times now that we can see the light
Pleasant dreams , you earned a nice rest in your bed
Peace
Love All Ways
As a nesciant photographer, I always like the morning shots , low level light at acute angle provides the most dramatic effect.
I’m enjoying 5 am walks with new German Shepard pup( Stryker), full moon last two nights- the coyotes are out in big packs.
Might head to Lokin?
Go to the light, go to the light! That last shot in the woods is fantastic. Fits my mind’s eye of what the final journey from this plane will look like. You’ve got a beautiful piece of land there.
I always said, if I had to leave Athens for The Big City, Mpls. would be my first choice. My dad was raised there, his dad working til retirement at the Twin Cities Ford plant during the Depression. I’m heading up there next month for a week of fishing, which includes a John Prine concert featuring Larry Campbell and Theresa Williams. Sorry I missed you guys. Welcome home, m
It was great reading, and keeping up with the summer tour Jorma.
Your sunrise walks look like heaven on Earth.
Welcome home!