Happy Turkey Day from the6149: Hopefully you all get a healthy dose of this today...

Thanksgiving is my fave holiday.  No gifts, no funny fat man in a red suit, no bullshit. Just good friends, good family and good food. 

Here's a little soundtrack for this post:

I'm always thankful; I don't take anything for granted...at least I try not to.  I am very thankful for my wife and our exciting life. I am thankful for our health. I am very thankful for our families and our friends.  Those are the 24/7/365 things I am thankful for.

Here are a few other things:
  • Open G tuning (that one was for you, Keef)
  • The Blues (specifically Charley Patton, Howlin' Wolf, John Lee Hooker, R.L. Burnside, Otis Rush & Junior Wells)
  • Neil Young's ever busy muse
  • Hunter S. Thompson's wisdom
  • The state of New Hampshire: ("Live Free or Die" is not only the coolest sate motto, they are words to live by)
And...of course I am very thankful for everyone that takes time out of the day to read what I post here at the6149.  

Now get off the interweb and go get a second helping of turkey and all the fixin's.

Cheers.Judd

"So Russell... what do you love about music?" Share Your Almost Famous "Everything" Moments

William Miller: "So Russell...what do you love about music?"
Russell Hammond: "To begin with...everything".

Exactly! This is the last bit of dialogue we hear before the end of the movie, "Almost Famous". It is the scene where William finally gets his interview with Russell. It is a moment that induces head nods and knowing grins from all serious music fans. I (we) know exactly what Russell means. Everything means, well, everything

It is not any thing about the music; it is everything about the music: the songs, the vocal and musical nuances, the inspiration for the song, the actual recording of it, where they recorded, the band, the guest musicians, the album cover, the naysayers, the promoters, the stories and all of the tall tales associated with the music...everything.

Here is a bit of  "everything": 

On Bob Dylan's 2001 release, "Love and Theft", drummer David Kemper tells a revealing tale about the "training" Bob put them through initially. Rehearsals for the new album started nearly a year before recording it. Kemper said that one time, for a period of three days straight, Dylan had the band play only Dean Martin songs(?!). Dylan would have them do this with many other early legendary and unheralded American recording artists. The band would rehearse these songs over and over and then never play them again once Dylan had heard what he wanted to hear. 

A year later when they began the recording process, Dylan would introduce a new song such as, "Summer Days".  He would instruct the band to play it in the style of Dean Martin or one of the other artists they had practiced. Dylan had been training the band (a year in advance!) for the sound he wanted the album to have.  Kemper said it was like going to the "School of Americana, as taught by Bob".  That gives me a whole new perspective on the album each time I put it on. You can't go back and have a listen and not think about this. 

Everything does not have to be a legendary tall tale either. There is a scene in the director's cut of "Almost Famous" where Russell give us a hint at what he means by everything. Right before Stillwater plays their first gig, Russell is talking to William about the significance of the "littlest details in songs".  Russell said that these little details are the ones that people "remember the most".  Russell uses the "first whooo" in Marvin Gaye's, "What's Happening Brother" as an example (I included that in the Tune Tags playlist below. The "whooo" shows up at 2:15...and the first one is the memorable one).

Russell (Cameron) is right. These are the unplanned, down to the bone, in the groove moments that can make bad songs good and great songs legendary. They are real moments of inspiration and emotion that collide and combust from within the musicians...because they are feeling it. That is what makes the songs special. That is why we like these little moments.

You must have a few of these yourselves. I know I do. In the spirit of Russell's "everything" and "littlest details", I am offering up ten songs that strike sparks for me.  I have included a bit of twitter'esque detail on each "little moment".  Feel free suggest some of your favourites and I will add them to the playlist for others to put their ears to. 

  • Neil Young - "Cinnamon Girl":  Here is another "whooo" for you and it happens at 2:09.  The "whooo" coincides with this guitar solo that launchs out of the heavy-duty muck n' mire rhythm that Crazy Horse is laying down. 
  • Derek and the Dominoes - "Little Wing": Clapton and Duane Allman trading licks on a Jimi Hendrix song.  I'd shout out "whooo" too if I was Clapton (1:55)
  • The band (w/The Staple Singers) - "The Weight":  This is from The Last Waltz and it is all about Mavis Staples.  There are two bits in here that make this a bow-down track for me. This is such a "breath-y" performance.  You get the feeling she is stirring something up inside and getting ready for the pay-off (an example at 1:03). That pay-off comes at 1:26.  It is a this from the gut "unh-huh" that brings me to my knees each time I hear it. 
  • Rod Stewart - "Every Picture Tells a Story": I love this song. It always make me feel like traveling...on a whim. I think it is Rod's best penned song (with help from Ronnie Wood). At 2:35, Rod lets off a rather rowdy Whooo! (another "whooo"!). It might have something to do with Kenny Jones thundering away, Ronnie starting in with this galloping acoustic and the female back singer firing off an inspired backing vocal. Whoo indeed. (by the way, this one is on the Almost Famous soundtrack)
  • The Rolling Stones - "Prodigal Son": A two for one! One of my "little moment" here comes at the end...but the entire song is needed to make it happen. Keef is strumming the hell out of his acoustic. You think he was enjoying himself? If the abrupt and ramshackle "heeyaay" is any indication...yes. The other one is a Mick moment. At 1:55, Mick drawls off a "mercy" that almost makes you feel like he means it. 
  • Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - "Shadow of a Doubt": Another two for one. At 2:03, Tom puts this inflection on the end of "kid" that starts to rev me up...and himself, too.  The tension starts there and builds up until Tom shouts out "aaaaiy" at 2:42. The song doesn't slow down from there. 
  • Drive-By Truckers - "Sink Hole": One of my favourite "new" bands.  The Truckers tell a good story and this one by Patterson Hood is no exception. There is passion here, because it is most likely a true story.  The song moves like a stock car driver frantically trying to come up from the back of the pack. By the time Patterson gets to 3:12 and delivers that "eeeoouuuaaagh" you know he damn well means it. 
  • The Animals - "The Story of Bo Diddley": Eric Burden spends five minutes and fifteen seconds telling us Bo's story. By 5:16 he has worked himself into a tizzy and squelches off a "eeehaaaaayy Bo Diddley" that came from the soles of his feet. This is a long song, but I always find the payoff worth it. 
  • Warren Zevon - "The French Inhaler":  What a GENIUS song.  The lyrics are truly a gift to the listener.  Apparently this was about his wife (word is she was "ending up with someone different every night"). At 3:28, Zevon makes a kissing sound into the mic (the great kiss-off, perhaps). I have listened to numerous other studio takes of this track and have not heard that anywhere else. My guess is that this was a timely improve...and it works. 
  • The Rolling Stones - "Casino Boogie": Ah, Keith. The master of the perfect anti-harmony vocal. On "Exile on Main St." he was in rare vocal form. There are so many Keef moments on this album that it is hard to choose. This one always makes me smile: check out Keef's squealing of "understaaaand" at 00:46.
OK, your turn. I'll add them to the playlist...
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*Disclaimer:

I am a bonafide nut over Almost Famous. I love the story and the romantic notions of a life as an outsider on the inside of this cool scene that was/is Rock and Roll.  Cameron Crowe did a brilliant job recreating the times and telling his own story. Here is a funny story of my own: 

Circa 2003 I was living in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. My wife had gone to the Florida Keys with some girlfriends for the weekend. I came home on Saturday after a night of drinking and carousing with my buddies. I decided I was going to watch Almost Famous in its entirety...which I surprisingly did considering my state of being at the time. 

About three weeks after this night I got a package in the mail...from Cameron Crowe?! Well, it wasn't Cameron himself, but someone on his behalf. This is where things get fuzzy. Apparently, after I finished watching the movie, I went on Crowe's website. At the time they were selling screenplays from the movie with a handwritten, personally addressed note from Cameron...complete with coffee stain on the cover. I bought one. I didn't even remember that I did it. But, there it was, at my doorstep. It was nicely bound and was printed on heavy stock paper...complete with the note from Cameron.

Wow.  My wife was just shaking her head and laughing at me. I think it cost thirty or forty bucks. The funny thing is, I probably would have bought it sober. I still have it, but it is on the open sea on the way over from Sydney, Australia along with the rest of our belongings. When it gets here, I will post a picture of it and the handwritten note. 

I found a free copy online and have attached it here for reading or downloading.

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Cameron Crowe's (355 KB)

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The Goods
  • Cameron Crowe's website
  • Almost Famous Wikipedia Page (lots of great insights and factoids here)
  • Almost Famous IMBD page 
  • Check out Bill Simmons', The ESPN Sports Guy, use of Almost Famous in one of his recent columns about the offseason for the NBA (well worth the read just for the AF reference alone) 
  • Podcast that talks about the recording of "Love & Theft"
  • "Untitled": director's but/bootleg of Almost Famous (this is suberb...better than the original theatre cut)

 

The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape (Part 3): Sometimes you can't make it on your own...

Before you check out this post you should have a read of parts 1 & 2 of this story. This way you will be in the know and can follow along with part 3:

When we last left our hero, Mix Tape Guy, he was off to see the Allman Brothers courtesy of a couple free tickets from yours truly. He and the friend that he took along had an as advertised great time at the show. They got there early enough to enjoy the tailgate scene and left late enough to hear the last notes echoing off the trees around the arena and out into the late summer night's sky.

The set list was filled with old-time used-to-be's and some rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tunes. Have a look:

08/29/09 - Comcast Center (Great Woods), Mansfield, MA

Don’t Want You No More
It’s Not My Cross To Bear
One Way Out
Midnight Rider
Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
Stand Back
Dreams
Can’t Find My Way Home
Statesboro Blues
Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad? (rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tune!)
Black Hearted Woman 
Mountain Jam
Dazed and Confused (rabbit-outta-the-hat cover tune!)
Mountain Jam
Encore: Whippin' Post (ode to our "Mutual Friend")
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Mix Tape Guy's antennae are always up for great gigs. But when U2 comes to town he needs not rely on an aerial to tell him to tap out a few tickets on the interweb. This past Sunday night (20th September), U2 played Foxboro Stadium located right outside of Boston, Massachusetts. Mix Tape Guy and another Concert Crazy Classmate from Keene, New Hampshire went to the show. 

$275 a piece got them tickets in the last row of the lower bowl.  Good seats...if it wasn't for the overhang.  This dang piece of steel and girder interfered with their line of sight to the "claw" stage and, even worse, blocked out half the sound system.  Stadium shows have huge jumbotrons that allow you to see the action.  Fine. When you can't hear the music the way you should, that is a deal breaker.

Mix Tape Guy and Concert Crazy Classmate considered the deal broken and scouted out two empty seats five rows down. They were empty and our heroes were game; off they went to better sights and sound. 

Midway through the show, wouldn't you know it, some Dude comes up and claims one of the seats is his (where the hell was he for the start of the gig?). Mix Tape Guy appealed to the concert lover in the Dude and asked if he would mind if he and his friend (Concert Crazy Classmate) squish-stand in the other unclaimed seat. No problem, says Dude.  

In between songs Mix Tape Guy strikes up some blah-blah-blah conversation with Dude. Dude says he has two club seats for the Monday night show and asks Mix Tape guy if he wants to buy them for $400 a pop (face value $500). Mix Tape Guy and Concert Crazy Classmate fess up and decided the tix were too rich for their blood. No worries. At least they are loving the U2 show they are at. Gig'ers can't be choosers.

Two songs later, out of nowhere, Dude says to Mix Tape Guy, "looks like you are enjoying the hell out of this show...here, you can have the tickets for Monday night". 

Whoa. Repeat...Whoa.

Music-Karma is a strange thing. There is something about music...live music...that makes the fantastic, tangible. Live music is a sweet privilege. Music sometimes translates best live and speaks in native tongues.  It is the kind of language that is primal and brings out a communal purpose of enjoyment in true give and take fashion.  It is give and take with the artists and audience and give and take with each other...the concert goers. 

I'll say it again: Live music is a sweet privilege.  It doesn't matter if you are into U2, Black-Eyed Peas or Megadeath.  That same communal spirit is alive and well in the rhythms and the rapture of the song and the scene.

Needless to say, Mix Tape Guy was floored by the offer.  Dude gave the tickets. Mix Tape Guy took them.  Give and Take. 
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The next day was a bit of a mad scramble for Mix Tape Guy.  Prior commitments were getting in the way of his attending the gifted-second U2 show. Concert Crazy Classmate was already a no-go.  Ultimately, Mix Tape Guy just couldn't wrangle free of his prior commitments and would not be able to go to the show. Had Music-Karma hit a dead end? Was this the end of the line for a Good Song-maritan deed?  Not with Mix Tape Guy at the helm. He knew what had to be done. 

If you did not read Parts 1 & 2 of this story, you may be a little lost. A quick refresher for you:

Mix Tape Guy and I have been in a Music-Karma volley for almost two decades. The serves have been few and far between, but when it is in play it is a grand-slam event. Most recently I surprised Mix Tape Guy with a pair of free-of-charge tickets to see the Allman Brothers. Now, Mix Tape Guy is in the same position to pass on the Music-Karma to worthy dedicated music-head.

Mix Tape Guy remembered an old co-worker who fit the bill. He rang her up and laid the big-gig on her. Her response...?

Whoa. Repeat...Whoa.

Job well done, Mix Tape Guy.  His friend and her husband are going to the U2 show tonight (Monday the 21st) and are probably fist-pumping as I type this. Mix Tape Guy would tell you that it felt great to do that. Almost as good as if he went himself (...even better than the real thing?).

Needless to say, the ex-coworker was floored by the offer.  Mix Tape Guy gave the tickets. Ex-Coworker took them.  Give and Take. 
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I'll say it again: Live music is a sweet privilege...and at times, a glorious gift.

Here is a gift for you. Two live tunes.  One is an absolute Allman's fave of mine. I have stood in many fields on many days and nights listening to the Allmans play this live, while rocking back and forth to it's happy vibe.  Whenever/wherever I hear it I take the the time to stop what I am doing and get carried away with it. 

And, since we talked about U2, here is a classic live U2 song to put your ears on. This is one of my favourite live versions of this song off of Rattle and Hum.  I love the gospel-y background vocals.  I've seen U2 twice and unfortunately I have not yet heard this song.

We Touched Bottom...

Tomorrow we leave Sydney for London.

Our time in Sydney was excellent.  

We didn't just dip our toes in the water.  We dove in head first and went deep enough to touch bottom.  When we resurface, we'll be in London.

Thanks to all our friends in Sydney.  Your hospitality, generosity and friendship meant a lot. 

Thanks to all of our friends & family back home for their support and for keeping us tethered to all the goings-on in the States.

The coolest, most shit-hot gift I have ever received...

I got a farewell gift from a very good friend today.  This was possibly the coolest, most thoughtful, spot-on gift I have ever received.  Only a true friend would have been able to pull off a gift this shit-hot cool.  

I'm a music fan.  I love record shops.  Every time I pull in to a new city, wether it is on holiday or to live, I look for the record shops.  I don't look for the the big box retailers...I look for the cool-vibe, F-U chain stores, record shops (here is how I found Mojo).  My friend knows this and decided to give me a head start on my London record shop hunt.

He took the time to order gift certificates from London's Rough Trade Records and have them mailed to Sydney so he could give them to me today.  That is a bow-down gesture of legendary stature.

Thanks, mate. I'll let you know what I get and if I came close to finding the Mojo Feel.

Pull the needle off the record: Last images of Mojo

Left Mojo last night around 11:30pm. Sad to leave. Mojo Music is a special place owned and run by a man dedicated to the music and to keeping The Feel alive and well.  If you ever go to Sydney, you need to stop by Mojo.  Tell 'em Judd sent you...

Thanks Kingfish.  Thanks Uncle Frank. Thanks to all the regulars...you know who you are.

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The Sunday Sauce: Keeping the Family Tradition on the Front Burner

When I was a kid, my Old Man would spend each Sunday morning making a fresh batch of homemade marinara sauce. He comes from a classic Italian-American household and is third generation (my mom is third on her side as well).  In his family (and then mine) his Mom cooked the traditional homemade sauce...the kind that needed all day to cook...and his dad made "the quick sauce". The marinara sauce is a bit simpler in preparation, ingredients and cooking time...but in no way less tasty. His dad made it.  His dad's dad made it and so on and so on.  How many people have eaten this stuff?  How much pasta has been bathed in this over the years?  How many times have I tried to duplicate the taste? Many...and I'm still trying. 

Growing up, we would always have sauce on Sunday.  The best times were during football season in the winter (I grew up in New Hampshire).  We had a roaring fire and would set up some TV trays in the living room and feast on our trad Sunday pasta meal...which was not complete without garlic bread, salad and some of my Old Man's (again, legendary) homemade meatballs. We'd watch the end of the 4:00pm game and then we'd get seconds and watch 60 minutes.  These were great family times...and some damn good food.

The Old Man's sauce really was the stuff of legend.  I used to have friends who would ask to come watch football at my place on Sunday just to be there in hopes on being asked to stay for dinner.  I had one very good friend (still is) who used to tell his parents he was going to church on Sunday night.  He would go there and pick up a flyer or some type of evidence to prove that he was there.  Instead of staying, he would show up at our house.  My Old Man would have a plate of macaroni ready to go in the microwave.  My buddy would walk in without knocking, go straight to the microwave and turn it, come in to a TV tray already set for him, eat and then leave in time to be "home from church".  This happened like clockwork.

I used to take some to college whenever I would go home and back.  My buddies would sneak over in the middle of the night, take the hidden key to the house and try and steal a container of frozen sauce to cook up back at their house.  Sometimes they would sneak in at night and heat up some sauce (even when I wasn't there) and then accidentally wake up my Old Man.  He'd come down (this is the wee hours of the morning) and help them out and feed them.  To this day they all try and get the recipe from him. Nothing doing on that front. 

My wife loves it too. She has begged me to get on with the tradition.  Since we moved to Australia I have been making it more and more.  It is not an every Sunday thing as of yet, but when we get the craving, I make the sauce.  We usually share it with friends, too. Recently I made a Sunday batch. I took some snaps of the process. Here is a pictorial jaunt through the sauce making process.  Soon enough some super-geek will enable smells and tastes to be uploaded to the internetas well. Until then, let your imagination do the wandering. 

I am also including the playlist that I shuffle through when making The Sauce.  It is full of blues, soul, country and roots music that was recommended/sold to me by The Kingfish, owner of Mojo Music in Sydney. The Kingfish's real name is Nev, hence the title of my iTunes playlist: "Nev's Nuggets".

You need good music to cook food good.  This list always stirs the pot.  The Kingfish says that blues songs with food in the title are always good un's.  An album like Andre William's "Rib Tips & Pig Snoots" is no exception...The Kingfish loves that one. How many songs with food in the title can you find...?  The playlist is sorted by albums (middle column) and has 2,505 songs in it...more than enough for second helpings.

                                 
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Whole lotta coolness goin' on...

Small gestures are a big deal...at least with me. My buddy, Rocky Cox (yes, you read that right...that is his real name and no he isn't in porno) was recently in Memphis touring the sights, sounds and smell She has to offer.

Rocky knows what a music fan...Memphis Music...and he picked me up a little something: two Sun Records stickers. A Jerry Lee & Elvis (pre "King" a.k.a the real Elvis) 45 record label sticker. I just got them in the mail today. Sun Records via Sydney. Sweet. \

Small gesture. Big deal. Thanks Rocky. I'm hoisting a beer for you now and there will be good rockin' tonight fo' sho'...

 

The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape (Part 2): The Road Goes on Forever...

Note: there are many links in this post. A few are links back to previous posts that I have written that relate to what you will read here. The other links are a special treat for you..a hidden playlist of select Allman Brothers tunes.  Have a read of the post and go back and listen. Enjoy.

Back in April I wrote a post titled, "The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mix Tape", about the origins of my need passion for consuming music and searching for the stories that are being told within the music and by those who listen to it.  In that post I talked about a lot about "stories".  Here is a bit of what I said: 

"...What really struck me though was the story they were telling/playing for me.  This is where I really got hooked and this is what still hooks me to this day.  The stories that are being told through the music, the back-stories of those who made the music and my own stories that are created from these musical experiences is what turns me on. That is what makes the music come alive for me. It is why I listen and why the songs, lyrics and people are inextricably linked to who I am."

So true.  

This particular story..of the "Music Fan and the Mix Tape"... is not finished.  In fact it never was nor will it be.  As with any good story, it is told over and over and over again.  As with any good story, people allow it to  live on by retelling it.  And, as with any good story...there is always a next chapter. 

In Part 1, I was talking about how a single incident with a stolen mix tape turned me into the passionate and dedicated music fan that I am today (you may want to have a read of that first post before going any further).  The other character (and I do mean character) in the story was the owner and creator of that stolen mix tape ("Mix Tape Guy"). He and I have not been in touch much in the last decade...especially not since I moved to Australia. When we do bump into each other, it is a good catch up over a beer and always a mention, comment or story about music. He may be the biggest music-head I know and I know me very well.

Lately I have been running into him a lot...on Facebook.  Facebook...ah, the great communicator and connector of people.   Since we friended eachother, we have been talking up music and sharing some great links. Not surprisingly, we both keep an online list of our music collection. I sent him my list (which is 1,300+) strong and he sent me his. Between the two of us we have three-quarters of Rock and Roll, two-thirds of the blues and heaping handfuls of Soul, Country and R&B...covered.
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I have lived in Australia for four and a half years and I have not yet once traveled back to the States for a visit.  My wife and I have traveled to many other places since then, but I have not been home (my wife has been four times).  There is no specific reason why. When I commit to something, I get locked in. There is so much to experience, that in my head that going home...even for a short visit...felt like a step back.  That being said, this past May I booked my first ticket back to the States.  Home Turf.  Back where it all began. Time to go home and go check up on how all of my skeletons are doing.

My plane was to fly in on the 23rd August and stay until half way through September.  Aside from seeing my family, there were a couple other happenings I wanted to check out: a Sox game at Fenway and any concerts by (my) bands that just don't make it to Australia.  The Sox tickets were easy.  I purchased three tickets in row AA in the right field grandstands, smack dab in front of the Pesky Pole. The next thing I did was hit the mojo wire looking for cool gigs at old haunts...the Casino Ballroom in Hampton, NH, the Oprpheum Theatre in Boston, the Boston Garden and that beacon of summer and youth...Great Woods in Mansfield, Massachusetts (today people call it the Comcast Center). 

I went on the Ticketmaster site and it was slim pickings for bands I was interested in...until I scrolled down and saw just what I needed to see.  The Allman Brothers were playing at Great Woods on Saturday the 30th August.  Did I read that right?  The Allmans.  At Great Woods.  On a Saturday. In the summer.  During the time I would be home. Hot Damn!  The Allmans have never come to Australia, but I sure have gone to the Allmans...28 times to be exact (how many of those shows I actually remember is another thing entirely). 

You don't miss your water until your well runs dry. My well was bone dry for an outdoor summer time Allman's gig at Great Woods. I cut my concert teeth on those early '90's Allman shows.  They used to stop into Great Woods for three shows every summer tour back then.  I usually made it to all of them.  A group of us would caravan down there and get mental in the parking lot.  Tailgating for the Allmans was one big giant (outdoor) house party.

If there was any cure-all for my homesick blues, it was the Allmans laying the groove on a cool summer night. 

Straight away I bought two tickets.  I figured I could find someone who wanted to stir up some old time vibes with me.  My treat.  I'll buy the tickets and get our ride. Maybe I could get a huge crew and I would rent a limo and we'd go in style and tear up the parking lot scene. Get the tickets first and then sort out the rest later.  This was a done deal. 

Done deals are never as clean cut as they should be.  Fast forward two months after buying the tickets. My wife gets a promotion, it requires a move to London and we start saying our Sydney goodbyes (the London move is another post all itself) Leaving Sydney is bittersweet.  We have good friends here and we love the city and the quality of life it offers us.  But there it is again...The Lure of Going Around. Traveling minstrel shows have nothing on us. In one month we move to London...smack dab in the middle of my planned trip home and almost to the day of the Allman's show. Now I have the keys, but they won't fit the lock. 

So, I had to cancel my trip back to the States.  I made some phone calls home to deliver the exciting, but disappointing news to family and friends.  After that dust settled...what about those Allman tickets. The money wasn't the important thing here.  The essence of the experience was at stake.  That meant a lot to me. I couldn't just sell the tickets on ebay?!  That would suck the soul right out of the whole thing.  Who could I give these to?  Who would appreciate it as much as I would. Who could I count on to turn pro when it mattered and sing this old boy back home?  Mix Tape Guy...that's who!
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I was on Facebook a day or so later.  I saw that Mix Tape Guy had posted a comment.  His kid wanted to see the Jonas Brothers. Being the good man and even better dad that he is, he took his kid to the show.  But still...The Fing Jonas Brothers?! This, this was musical blasphemy to him. Then, once he got here it went pear-shaped fast.  He got carded going for a beer and got denied!  Can't even get a beer to ease the pain. Aside from the unconditional love gesture and response of taking his kid to the show...I'm sure it was a new low for this four star general of concert going. 

I had read enough. I had to respond quickly before this smell started to settle into the fabric of his music-head being. I sent him a message and offered up my Allman tickets free of charge.  Why not.  He deserved them and I knew I could count on him to roust the scene as I would have. Needless to say he was pleased.  And I was too.  It made me feel good to share the tickets and share the music with someone I knew would appreciate it...and, I found another story to tell. 

We traded a few emails regarding the tickets and some names of mutual friends popped up. I was a bit jolted when he mentioned one Mutual Friend in particular.  Every time I listen to the Allmans I think of Mutual Friend. Every time.  Mutual Friend was stationed overseas in the first Gulf War. Mutual Friend once told me that while over there, where ever he was and what ever post he was at, he would carve into the walls or write all of the lyrics to the classic Allmans tune, "Whippin' Post".  My Mix Tape Guy said he used to get letters from Mutual Friend with Whippin' Post lyrics in them all of the time. Our emails continued back and forth and more coincidental connections were made and more stories told.

Mix Tape Guy is taking another mutual friend to the Allmans show.  Two friends sharing a classic show with tickets shared by a friend who they have not seen in close to ten years and that lives over 10,000 miles away. What a great story. I always say: the one thing I love more than listening to music is sharing it. Enjoy the show, Mix Tape Guy (I know you will).
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I am dissapointed about not being able to go home and see friends and family...and to have to miss out on the Allmans show and the Sox game (I have plans for the Sox tickets, too.  Some lucky friend is going to get a call in the next day or two). When I think about the opportunity my wife and I have with London, I forget about missing these gigs. At least I can share them with freinds. 

For us, we on the road again and the way things are looking, it will go on forever.  We're seduced (again) by The Lure of Going Around...and we wouldn't have it any other way. Now all I need to do is make a playlist for our road trip...


Johnny Cash is a friend of mine...

I remember how gut-wrenching it was the day the Johnny Cash died. I felt like I lost an old and true friend. I can't say I ever met him, but I feel like I knew him well.  If you listened to what he had to say in the stories he sang and the tales that he told, you could find out anything you wanted to about the man.  Famously, he walked the line, but he also walked the talk. 

If you look at the arc of his career it matches the arc of his life.  He created music not to sell records, but to tell his story.  Every phase, every cause and every up and down has been turned into song and shared with all who care to listen and to all who can't help but listen.  I am definitely one of the latter, but am more so someone who actually cares about listening.   Johnny is an inspiration to me for many reasons.  First and foremost he was his own man, a self-made man, and it was by his terms that he acted out his life.  If you are looking for a character in history that typified the folklore of the American way or American figure...it was Johnny; they need to make more room on Mount Rushmore.

He grew up on a small farm in Arkansas, experienced great tragedy and poverty as a child, had a dream that he stood by, through deep valleys and towering peaks, to turning into a reality which he ultimately achieved. He went on to become of the most recognised figures in the world.   Through all of this he never lost sight of who he was and how he came to be.

He was desperate early in his career, ravaged by drugs and stoked by fame.  He was saved by love and saved through his faith. He always reached out to people and reached down to help his fellow man up.  We can learn a lot from Johnny Cash...he was honest which means that he wore his flaws on his chest like medals for all to see and learn from just as much as he wore his heart on his sleeve.

Just a few minutes ago, I was listening to a bootleg of a show he did in 1994.  This was right around the time that he experienced a rebirth (yet again) of his career through the involvement of producer Rick Rubin. At the time right before Rubin entered the scene, Johnny was trying to just be himself, but no one was listening. Record companies wanted gimmicks, but Johnny just wanted to play what was on his mind...as he always did.  Rubin sought out Johnny and said, I want to record you...on your terms.  It was a historical pairing. The results were five defining albums that were as rich as the Arkansas soil that Johnny tilled many years earlier.

This bootleg struck me because of the voice Johnny sang in. It was a knowing voice, a voice you felt compelled to listen to and believe every word it sang. You trusted it...unequivocally.  This was 1994 and Johnny had been singing for a long time.  The voice was not tired and old, nor was it outdated...it was "outlasted". He had experienced so much, but was still not finished and that is what he voice sounded like: a man with a rich and deep history who was still cutting paths and who still had at least three steps on the setting sun.

A stone cold cool story for you.  In 1998, Johnny Cash won a grammy for Country Album of the year.  The irony was not lost on Johnny or Rick Rubin.  The same industry that said Johny was washed up a few years earlier, rewarded him with it's highest honour.  Just after this, Johnny and Rubin's record label (aptly titled, "American Recordings") took out a full page ad Billboard magazine.  The ad was the famous 1970 picture of Johny with a full on and furious middle finger sticking up, defiantly.  In the upper of the ad, the copy read: "American Recordings and Johnny Cash would like to acknowledge the Nashville music establishment and country radio for your support."  Johnny Cash...on his own terms.

Here is the ad:

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I have a bumper sticker on my car and it reads: "Johnny Cash is a friend of mine".  I believe this to be true. He's never let me down.


(this is the actual bumper sticker)


So, here it is, my tribute to Johnny Cash, written a few years after his death:

The Man in Black

He walked with kings and never lost the common touch. He knew not a distance between preacher and follower. He could speak to many different people and he could speak for many different people.

While he walked this Earth he spoke and we listened. And though he has passed on, his words still ring true; immortal.

Johnny Cash was one of us.

He was one of us…but he was also something more than what we could ever collectively be. This everyman spoke words we could not communicate and articulated feelings we could not express.

Johnny Cash was special and I am proud to say that I lived in his time.

Johnny Cash never forgot where he came from; he never forgot that everyone else came from somewhere too. He invited everyone and anyone to live within the stories that he told through song. Johnny Cash walked the line for love, he walked the line for his faith and he walked the line for all of us who were unable to do so.

Do we not all seek to be inspired?

Let me share with you my inspiration…Johnny Cash. His is an influence…empowering-unavoidable…in that once you experience it, it stays with you.


My first impression of Johnny Cash…musician…country musician, hillbilly, outlaw. My taste for country music back then was sour…that is, if I had a taste for it at all.

Once, while driving the highway that connects America’s east coast to west, Cash joined me for the ride. As I fumbled to find a clear station on the radio, I heard the voice. It was proud, confident and it was speaking; to me. For the first time I listened. I listened to Johnny’s message and within it…I heard the voices of the people he sang for.

Known as the man in black, Cash wore the protest.

“I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless hungry side of town”

Cash knew where they came from. He knew of those cast aside as “has beens” and “have nots”…and he was not idle in his protest.

He tells us…

“Just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ta be a Man In Black”

His message got through to me...powerful and authentic. I understood then, as I do now, that Cash, Johnny, was on our side.

Johnny Cash was a singular individual in American history; the timbre of his character echoes throughout. While Johnny personified country music, he will be remembered as a musician that transcended genre. In his body of work he will leave a legacy for all to emulate, inhabit and aspire to.

Johnny Cash’s life was a constant struggle between virtue and vice. In the same voice he used to sing for the people, he sang of God and of murder; to do otherwise…would have compromised his integrity. He carried and angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. It was this that allowed access to him as a flawed but honest man.

Johnny Cash never went through the motions. He believed in his faith, he believed in his music and he believed in his message.

Some people call Johnny Cash a legend; I just call him friend.

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