G_d's in his heaven
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
Last Saturday night the clouds conspired to welcome Julian Coryell and the New Eleventh House Band.
The sun sets at the Ranch as the music starts to rise!
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
Larry Coryell was one of my very old friends going back to 1965 when we met on an early Airplane tour in New York City. I’m not a jazz cat and he was way heavier than I at at the time, but he took me under his wing an showed me some stuff I have taken with me to this day. When Larry passed away earlier this year after a gig at the Iridium in NYC, I could hardly believe it. I had planned on him coming to the Ranch and teaching, hanging out and doing a concert with some of his old pals from the Eleventh House Band, but it was not to be. His son Julian Coryell picked up the slack and showed up with the guys… some old, some new!
He had John Lee on bass… original 11th House member. Randy Brecker on trumpet… original 11th House member. Gerry Brown on drums, just off tour with Diana Ross… Stevie Wonder’s drummer for fifteen years and Jeff Babko on keys from Jimmy Kimmel Live.
The New 11th House Band
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
These guys just killed it and I believe Larry was up there smiling down on us this night!
Juian tears it up through my 1967 Marshall Plexi 50w.
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
Randy Brecker gets it done!
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
This was indeed a night to remember.
It was a fusion filled sksy this night!
Foto by Jorma Kaukonen
Thanks Julian and the rest of the guys for a night I’ll always remember.
I miss Larry…
Sunday night I became a member of Bob Margolin’s band and we played two sets of rockin’ old school blues!
Bob Margolin guitar and vocals. Jorma Kaukonen guitar and vocals. Bubba Norwood drums and Tad Walters, guitar, harp, vocals and bass.
Thanks guys for letting me fly with you for an evening!
Today Myron and I showed up at Lockn’ to rehearse with Roger NacNamee and Moonalice for a gig tomorrow. On board will be Roger NacNamee, John Molo, Barry Sless, Pete Sears and I.
Roger, Pete, Barry, Me and John
Tomorrow we play… three to four…
Good times!
More will be revealed.
We’re at 11 inches this morning with no abatement in sight. Thank you all for your thoughts.@rich l
Carey… Our thoughts and prayers are with you guys!
Jorma
2 to 4 inches of rain causes havoc where I live. I can’t imagine 40 inches of rain. Texas is getting close to Noah like proportions. The pictures of the water damage are staggering. Hopefully the mation will join together to help alleviate the mess. @carey georgas
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Is there Lock-in video of the Moonalice set?
Rock Them All Hot To The Moon Today Jorma!
Nice photos, Jorma.
Regards to Pete Sears!
@carey georgas
Hope all is well with you and yours down in Texas.
Larry Coryell was a good guy and a great musician.
Nice to know that his son Julian is working with such a fantastic band.
@carey georgas
Hang in there.
Thoughts and prayers are with you.
Peace
Love All Ways
The song called “Some Greasy Stuff,” following Diedra, on The eleventh House album Level One, is off the charts guitar work.
Do yourself a favor – youtube that song – Coryell start’s taking names and kicking ass about half way through the song. Crank it!
On Jazz – if I may tell a story…
I took a blind date to a McCoy Tyner/Freddie Hubbard concert at the Fairmont hotel in Chicago about 30 years ago. She agreed to go, despite me keeping a secret of where we were going after a dinner.
Throughout the dinner she pummeled me with questions as to what was in store for the evening. After we ate, we headed “Downtown” where all the lights are bright. Still being incessantly badgered, I finally told her we were going to the Fairmont Hotel, as I turned onto Ohio or one of those exits.
She exclaimed, “I’m not getting a room with you!” (on a side note, when I told my boss about the story, he said he would have pulled the car over and told her to “Get out!” right then and there.) I finally put her somewhat at ease when I said we were going to see two jazz greats at the Moulin Rouge theater in the Fairmont.
The show was absolutely exquisite. My foot did not stop tapping the entire evening. Freddy Hubbard had the most dulcet sounding trumpet I’ve ever heard. My date did not share my enthusiasm unfortunately…
After the show, we went for a night cap at Dick’s Last Resort. (There were a bunch of bra’s hanging all over the place – a tradition I guess – no doubt my bind date had further reason to be suspect of my motives.)
We left after one drink and headed to the car. She stopped by this car that resembled mine I guess and it appeared she wanted to talk. After a few moments of chit chat that was superficial to say the least, she exclaimed, “Are you going to open the door?!?!”
i had to chuckle a little as I said, “This is not my car.”
we only had this one date…
But i’ll never forget Tyner and Hubbard.
It’s floodin’ down in Texas. Fortunately, I’m on the eastern edge of the system, we’ve gotten about 5″ of rain so far, but there’s millions to the south and west who are in a world of hurt. Looks like weather history being made. We’ll probably get another 5″ today, after that, who knows. Thank the good Lord I live on a hill. Onward!