we were all fine young boys and girls once (he said with finger pointing to the sky). then we all are suddenly confronted with a reality that is difficult for fine young people to deal with. Could be as a soldier in Faluja bursting into a room of uncertainty or a child in a room of uncertainty when the soldier comes through the door or maybe just a guy who grew up trying to fit in and be cool and suddenly finds himself on trial for human rites abuses after being stationed in a world away from fine young boys and girls doing what he thought was expected of him in a place named Abu Graib. maybe thats what makes vices and uncontrolled behavior look so appealing. its the curve of Tanya's bottom and the promise it holds not the consequences of grabbing hold that turns the fine young boy into a searching confused man

this has absolutely nothing to do with music, i woke up spacing and broke a few things, spilled some coffee on my knee and thought i would turn here for a moment to see if I could compose myself

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Well there are some interesting song topics among your thoughts - so maybe it did have a bit to do with music --

"the curve of Tanya's bottom
and the promise that it held"

The best TV shows of my youth for musical guests were those of Ed Sullivan, the Smothers Brothers, Johnny Cash, & Glen Campbell.

Johnny Cash's show is where I first saw Arlo; I'd never heard of him previously. In fact, Johnny Cash was also my 1st concert (I wish I'd paid better attention to the 2 opening acts, Carl Perkins & Maybelle Carter, but I had no idea of their importance back then.)

When the Smothers show was rerun on the E! network a few years back, I taped some of 'em, including one with Pete Seeger.

I vaguely recall that Glen Campbell's show always had a segment where Campbell sat in a circle with John Hartford & the musical guests, & they all played & swapped songs. Seemed spontaneous, but I'm sure it was all scripted...

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That's the channel I used to get Smothers Brothers re-runs on. I remember I used to get re-runs of them on some channel some yrs back but couldn't remember the name of it. You triggered my my memory that it was E. Can't get E anymore cuz they went to pay...

I did notice the post on Jim Capaldi the other day! Ah, Whale meat again. Traffic was well, a band that never conformed to exactly what was expected. An early psychedelic band with, well I mean Jazz! They came through OKC in probably late '74. I remember the bill was with a backup band named Little Feat (who?). We got tickets, and Tim, my Bakersfield refugee friend who was for Accuracy of Arkie not Okie descent but Gerdun Ak is close to the border so we forgave that, had just inherited a '57 Chevy (Yellow in color, the body and upholstery was emaculate the inards, unpredictable) from his brother Moose (thats what they called him). We spent the evening in Tim's abode (a trailer behind his aunts bar, the Twilight Club, it is still there at 55 and Penn on southside- the club not the trailer). Tim was in 11 grade and I was in 10. Tim's father occasionally came by to either drop food (hamburger meat and buns with plenty of chips and cheese) or sleep one off. We were pretty sure he wouldn't come by this day (there was plenty of food and it was to early to sleep one off) so we prepared for the show. It was Tim, myself Angel (Anchel in mezican, born in Brownesville for citizenship reasons) and OC (short for Osceola, obviously Seminole). We had a brand new Ka-bong made of polycarbonate (not as mystical as the bamboo covered with multi-colored candle wax traditional Nam model but a lot less prone to cracks and it avoided looking for the candles for a quick repair), an ounce of mezican and little purple pills (times were different back then, I survived, i know plenty who didn't). We did what we did, got in the car and drove to the fairgrounds arena.

Well, Little Feat basically blew us all away as we were smiling tremendously during this period. I don't know if you saw that George fellow, but I knew who Little Feat was after that and never forgot. As the lights went up the smiles began to diminish and we started more into that thing that is going on with Agnes and her bubbles over in the restaurant. As the lights went down we moved a little closer jumping into the team box (the Arena was configured for Hockey, the OKC Blazers).

Whoa what a light show (humor) a basic flood of red blue and white, but with my particular perspective that evening it was perfect. It was actually mostly a Jazz show with a few Rock and Roll beats just to mix it up. Jim Capaldi and that Ree Bop character put on a good well time groove. I think David Hood from Muscle Shoals was on Bass Chris Wood on flute and sax and of course Winwood doing his thang. THey did stuff like Glad and Freedom Rider etc etc. I don't know what song it was but CWood did an incredible tenor solo then they followed it up with shootout at the noodle factory (monstrous guitar solo) and then ended with a long low spark.

we left musically satiated and not feeling particularly communicative. we jumped in the car, Tim turned the key and thank God it started. we sat there and stared for a bit as the lights of the cars driving by played on the window (tinted windows and agnes globes, man it was colorful). after about five minutes Tim said "hey, the lights don't work" I told you it was unpredictable We waited for all the cars to leave but still all we could see when we looked at the window was colors (tinted windows man). So all of us but Tim hung are head out the windows and guided him down backstreets ((of course we had to cross the canadian river, whoa nellie) in the oklahoma night until we reached the trailer. Amazing the car died about 100 yards from the Twilight club and we had to push it past a bunch of drunks leaving the bar in the neon light.

I know we did things we should not have done back then, but we did and we survived (again, I know plenty who have been less fortunate). But I shared that night with jim Capaldi and it was actually a special night in many ways. He managed to come all the way from England to be with me and I write this story in his memory shortly after his death. I don't know what it means but hey!!!

And tomorrow is the anniversary of the day the music died. Have you been to Lubbock? Easiy one of the least attractive places on the planet. Although Palo Duro Canyon is nice. I used to go out west and drive from Lubbock to Amarillo to Dalhart to Guyman OK and Elkhart Kansas and into Colorado up to where the Sand Creek Massacre took place (where the Colorado militia cut the labia from the the young dead Cheyenne squaws, stretched them, dried them and made hatbands out of them. I am spacin', but this is the land that gave rise to Buddy Holly.

So Bye Bye Miss Americn pie

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Yeah, Jim Capaldi! I didn't realize it until a few years ago that he co-wrote that beautiful song that Timothy B. Schmit sang so well, "Love Will Keep Us Alive". Here's to ya, man. Find your way home.

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traffic made some great music...in fact, i'm on my way over to the lyrics thread right now! (eventually)

I will try to stay right on the subject of music again without stumbling down some drug-filled nostalgia trip. I was talking to an old friend not long ago and we were out behind the shed breathing deep (very unusual anymore, only on the rare occasion of being with another survivor) and looking at the stars. When his kid opened the back door stuck her head out and called that he was wanted inside. He looked at me and said,”Ours is a cursed generation, we were always hiding from our parents in our youth and now we hide from our kids.”

Music. I was sitting on the throne looking through that Chronicles thing again and turned to the pages about Johnston and Nashville. Dylan mentions Charlie Daniels there and that Devil in Georgia song and admiration and stuff. No offense to Charlie Daniels but I thought the devil won (just me I suppose). This made me think of really mediocre performances that were big hits (sorry, Charlie Daniels performances to me are fairly mediocre). I once saw the Electric Light Orchestra, they were a back up band for Yes or Tull or somebody like that at the time, and they ended their performance with a rather showy and energetic (running around the stage at least) fiddle type solo. I recall this and thinking how mediocre this is because I had just seen Vasser Clements play like a week before and I was very familiar with Johnny Gimble (with Asleep at the Wheel back then and incredible, I remember particularly at a little bar/ballroom called the Diamond) as well as Byron Berline, Kenny Baker, John Hartford and even young Mark O’Connor. I mean Daniels and ELO had big hits and stuff but I’m sorry, I got to be honest here. However, the huge crowd seeing ELO at the time went nutso over it??? (I don’t know, maybe it’s me?).

That reminds me of a time around ’82 or so when I saw Elvis Costello at the Zoo in OKC. He was still in his early phase and pretty famous as a “punker” in the cool Scene crowd of the time. He was with the Attractions (an excellent band that he only recently reformed at the time). I was excited about the concert because I had liked Elvis pretty quickly after his rise in popularity (unusual given my general revulsion to so called popular music at the time). Well, I was in a beautiful place with an incredible band and a horrible crowd. It seems I was the only one there wanting to see the show. Everyone else was talking and trying to hit on chicks and trying to determine where they were going after the show (an unusual phenomenon for me because most shows I go to everyone is in tune to music). Elvis started into a country set which was met with a round of boo’s. Elvis being Elvis continued through an incredible set of great country songs (he must have been preparing to record Almost Blue). At the end he said, “I don’t get it, you live in the heartland of this music tradition. You should really give it a try!” Of course, I had seen that very amphitheatre filled to the brim with those who would appreciate that music (to concerts like Emmylou Harris, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Michael Murphy, Arlo, Dwight Yoakum with KDLang and Buck Owens (ooh that was good,) A version of Byrds/Flying Burrito Bros (that included Rick Roberts Jock Bartley, Sneeky Pete, Skip Batten, Mike Clark and Gene Clark) but not the crowd that night.

Oh how I space. Oh ya Dylan and Daniels! That made me think of the musicians from Nashville he could have mentioned who were incredible. So, I will mention a few. First, has anyone heard of a band called Barefoot Jerry? An earlier version of this band was called Area Code 615. Area Code 615 was essentially the Nashville session guys on Blonde on Blonde (minus Joe South). Some of Area Code 615, sort of became the Stray Gators. Names like Norbert Putnam, Wayne Moss, Bobby Thompson, Russ Hicks, Buddy Spicher, Weldon Myrick, David Briggs. There is a great recording from ’69 called Area Code 615 (Polydor) that has these wonderfully arranged Nashville Instrumental versions (I think) of I Been Loving You So Long, Lady Madonna, Classical Gas, Just like a Woman and a classic Barefoot Jerry recording (Monument 1976) called Watchin’ TV (with the radio on). As far as the Allman Brothers Southern RandR stuff lumped in with Daniels in Dylan’s autobio, does anyone remember a recording called Cowboy or any of the Tommy Tarlton (something like Tarlton)-Sandlin stuff. They were Capricorn and made bands like Marshal Tucker and Daniels Happen (Although Muscle Shoals cranking some Southern Stuff didn’t hurt). Oh well!

One more thought. I pulled the Nervous on the Road and Rockpile. Pretty good R&R. In the Rockpile era I wore out two recordings called Hiding and Albert Lee. Excellent R&R in a similar genre as Rockpile except with Lee’s guitar going nutso. While I was wondering through those recordings I found some old Jimmie Speeris stuff. Anyone remember him? I think he had a hit with the Nest off an album called Isle of View (Take me from the Ne.e.eh..ehhh.st). I always liked I am the Mercury, Let it Flow and a lot of songs off the album The Dragon is Dancing.

OK, I am gone for a bit!

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well...okay about the staying on subject, i guess...but i don't wanna miss anything!

To those who like Dave Edmunds, etc. have you ever given NRBQ a listen (New Rhythm & Blues Quartet, but they've most always gone by NRBQ)? They're a New England area band who have always been one of those "almost made it" bands. They've never gotten the recognition nor big break that they've deserved. Their guitarist & vocalist from years past, Al Anderson, quit some time ago and moved to Nashville and has since made a big name for himself as a songwriter in the Music City (he was also in a pretty good Connecticut band called "The Wild Weeds" back in the '60's. They had an album out on Vanguard). Lots of folks have covered some of "The Q"'s tunes including Edmunds and Bonnie Raitt.

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Ya, I saw NRBQ in a place called the Cellar (in DC, well actually Georgetown) back during the Reagan years sometime (the same week he sent bombers over Libya, when ever that was). Great band that Terry guy on keyboards and Big Al on Guitar. Great band.

Has anyone else noticed the peculiar similarities between the way Quadaffi and Dylan resemble each other! OOOHHH, Scary boys and girls.

Talkin' about that Cellar (or Cellar Door) place in Georgetown and Rock and Roll, there is a classic recording made in that joint in '81 or so. It was Robert Gordon playing his traveling set of that classic Retro R&R recording he did with Link Wray. He covered all kinda cool stuff, Billy Lee Riley's Red Hot, Gene Vincent's Cruisin', Jack Scott the way I Walk, The Sparkletone's Black Slacks. Well the band he had at the cellar had Danny Gatton on tele (replacing Limk Wray) and its an infamous bootleg referred to as the Humbler. I mean Redd Volkaert and Bill Kirchen (Roy Nichols replacement in the Haggard band and the Commander Cody Guitar guy) are great at this type of music but hearing Gatton go to town on his Tele is exceptional.

THat "Buffalo" character that Ruthie brings up occasionally as playing at the Deli in Norman, he was the Bass Player in those '70s and '80's Commander Cody bands (I miss Ruthie, hope she returns again soon).

During that stay in DC, the National Gallery just opened with the reassemblage of the original impressionist shows (I think the first 7 shows bridging from about 1870 something to about 1895 or so). Man, that was incredible (anyone else catch that I think it toured).

And, in true Reagen Era form, I saw the cheesiest live rendition of Johnny B Good in a Capital watering hole full of young Republicans with a chorus of preppie young singers (Lawrence Welk show for perspective) singing Go Johnny Go in front of a band without a guitarist (Republicans, you gotta shake your head and wonder).

You sure do gotta wonder. Of course, the best singer the Republicans ever had was Sonny Bono, so that tells ya a lot right there...

I think Sonny Bono would've made an interesting President if he had lived...