Another more than fulfilling evening for us here at the Fur Peace Ranch. Another Tune with Myron Hart, two with John Hurlbut and we dealt Vanessa in for John’s second song, Feels Like A Long Time.
Jorma Kaukonen 8, 2020
#8 Of The Quarantine Concert Series
Live From The Fur Peace Ranch
Fur Peace Station
Darwin, Ohio
Saturday May 23, 2020
- Search My Heart
- How Long Blues
- Babe I Want You To Know
- Broken Highway
- A Walk With Friends
- Deep Mine Blues with Myron Hart
- Keep On Truckin’ Mama
- Hickory Wind with John Hurlbut
- Seems Like A Long Time with John Hurlbut & Vanessa Kaukonen
- Corners Without Exits
- Walkin’ Blues
- Roads and Roads &
I’m already thinking about next weeks songs, but I took a couple of hours off this afternoon for a magnificent motorcycle ride in eighty degrees under blue skies. What a change from the past week.
Last but absolutely not least for this entry. Honor Memorial Day… My father Jorma Sr. and his two brothers Tarmo and Pentti… WWII vets all. John Hurlbut’s dad Ray… gone a year now and all the other brave men and women… I honor them all.
Oh Yeah I had forgotten how beautiful a “Walk With Friends” is, my middle daughter walked down the aisle to that song…
Truly Beautiful…
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Another stella performance Jorma….
“Walkin Blues”….was “AWESOME”
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Stay Safe
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Reading Maldoror as recommended by Jorma and it’s a real trip without the acid. Concerning WOLVES AND LAMBS, the initial quote appears on Page 104 of the book…”Wolves and Lambs do not look upon one another with friendly eyes.”
Went to Lake George for the week. Had Great weather….but no wifi Had no internet, so I missed the concert this week. Listened to it today, it was marvelous. From Rev Gary Davis’ “Search My Heart” to “Roads and Roads” the concert just warmed my heart. I must admit there’s nothing like the live feed. There’s nothing like seeing you live. Can’t wait for #9. Still haven’t played “Serpent of Dreams”. just sayin’
My dad was a Marine Sargent in the Pacific. He wasn’t in a frontline unit but one day while on guard duty a Japanese soldier came around the side of the building. He shot him point blank. I don’t think he ever got over it. Some of his other stories were pretty funny, a bit Catch-22 ish – like taking the beer up to 5000 feet in a plane to get it cold. I miss him.
Jorma,
Can’t thank you and the crew enough for your weekly gift to a world that needs a lift. Joe from Viginia thank you for taking the time and spelling it out for us.
Some mighty words.
Jorma you made mention of desert island discs, which got me thinking of one of my all-time favorites, “Love and Theft” from Mr. Dylan. There is a track “Po’ Boy” on the album that I think would be right in your wheelhouse. Just a thought.
Thanks again, looking forward to number nine.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863
P.S. only thing President Lincoln was wrong about this day was “[t]he world will little note, nor long remember what we say here ….”
Dan Nigro
Dan I had the pleasure to meet one Patrick Brennan ,he also hung steel on the trade centers when built .
Pat ( now deceased ), was with my uncle who silver started at a bridge south of Nancy when the ill fated decision to fuel Monty for operation market garden diverted fuel from 3 rd army .
The engineers & infantry outpaced the stalled armor and things did not go so well at the 7th bridge over Moselle and parallel canal.
Mr Brennan was with Thomas Downing and engineers as they secured eastern side and sappers at bridge were
Dismantled hand to hand .
Thomas was going to Fordham next spring .
Him and two members of platoon are in St Avold ,plaque on bridge to memorialize the effort.
Mr Brennan contacted me through a parish in Brooklyn and I flew him down to Ky for the Derby and a tumbler of brown liquor ( I don’t drink the stuff).
First hand account of last hours .
2- others in pacific & one at Chosin.
Long may they all run
Always in our hearts and prayers
And we are worrying about TP?
Darn, missed my ride day and we have a tropical wave blowing through today. Oh well, at least the beaches wont be packed with nitwits. I think of my Dad joining the Navy at 16 before WWII started, he always said it didnt matter to him as he was always below deck mopping up. A truly humble man, passed right after 9/11. He was a NYC construction worker, it pains me that he had to see the Towers he worked on come down. All we are asked to do is wear a mask and not be stupid and people just cant seem to handle it, I wonder what he would think about that. Enjoy, Stay Safe and Be Well
Everyone please take a moment today to remember the men and women whose sacrifices enable us to peacefully grill our burgers etc. on this holiday. And if you’re understandably feeling down about our current situation, reflecting on what they did for all of us may help put things in perspective.
Thank you.
Another great show on Saturday night…thanks Jorma and the FPR crew!
Happy Memorial Day – My Dad’s uncle Lt. Bernard A. Gallagher, Naval Pilot, was lost (MIA) in the Pacific in August 1945. He went to St. Benedict’s HS in Cambridge, Ohio and then attended Ohio University. He entered the Navy in 1942 and became a pilot in 1943. Blessings and thanks to all those who served.
My Dad landed DDay +3 and went on and through The Bulge and down to Paris. Thanks Dad
Jorma, My dad came back from the second war with a Lugar, a pair of brass knuckles, a Nazi skull and crossbones ring with the ruby eyes missing, and a 2 to 3 pack a day habit. He left us at 50 after 6 months in the Palo Alto VA Hospital. I don’t think I ever mentioned this to your father. When my dad was loading bombs in England he saw the planes return. Sometimes the chutes didn’t open. He would pick those fellows up.
At the same time a distant family member, Wilhelm Fahrmbacher was fighting on the other side.
Odd enough.. Ray, just sayin