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Furthur @ Nokia Theatre Times Square (07.28.10)

I   Miss Jerry!!

I Miss Jerry!!

I remember fighting and arguing and causing major melt downs in my house when my parents refused to let me go see The Grateful Dead shows when Jerry Garcia was alive.  I never understood my obsessive draw to The Grateful Dead and Jerry Garcia, nor did I understand why my parents refused to let me see them Live.  I specifically recall my father asking me one day, “Why do you like all these musicians who died of some kind of overdose?”  I just stared at him blankly as framed pictures of Janis and Jerry and Bonham stared back at me from my bedroom walls.

I don’t have to describe the feelings we all get when we listen to Jerry…his music, his lyrics, his sound.  The shine we feel when we see his smiling picture.  Such a tragic loss who had a giant impact on human nature and music.  A worldly symbol of peace and love. Strike me down with lightening and hellfire but personally, Jerry has been my religion since I was 12 years old and discovered American Beauty. To this day Ripple and Attics of My Life are in my top five favorite GD tunes.  Music = God.

I Love you Jerry!

I Love you Jerry!

I remember exactly where I was when I found out he had passed away.  I was 15, climbing Seneca Rocks in West Virginia and remember being devastated.  This was the only guitar player I had ever wanted to see Live.  Even now, I don’t itch for a musician the way I itched to see him before he died.    He’s always held that place in my heart as my favorite guitar player and Derek Trucks follows right behind. To this day,  I equate the fact that I am fully addicted to Live music and seeing my favorite musicians religiously because one day these talented guys will be gone.  Some girls have Daddy issues, I have Jerry issues.

Nokia Times Square sign :)

Nokia Times Square sign 🙂

So anyway, Futhur to me is not The Grateful Dead.  Once Jerry died, I lost interest in really seeing The Dead.  It’s not the same.  It never will be.  Fake Jerry is the most dedicated Jerry clone ever but still…he ain’t no Jerry. And so, I only saw my first Futhur show at Coney Island a few weeks ago and here I was at Nokia Theatre in Times Square to see them for the second time.  It wasn’t a bad show but it wasn’t great either.

The chaotic scene before the show!

The chaotic scene before the show!

As we approached the blocks surrounding the theater, the sidewalks became thick with Deadheads and other hippe folk…and all hunting for tickets.  Oddly, I never saw anyone selling a single ticket.  Just lots of fingers up in the air.  I didn’t have a ticket till earlier that day.  Might I suggest ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS checking Craigslist for your ticket.  They are almost always offered at face value or under face.  Certainly not in this case, as people were willing to pay HUNDREDS for tonight’s tickets.  I was miracled again so that was nice.

The scene out front of Nokia was rather gross.  Wooks were everywhere, many with their dogs.  To me this just seemed ridiculous.  Dreaded wookies and their pit-bulls.  WTF? This was Times Square and it was just awkward and menacing.  I know they are nice dogs, but in masses smashed into Times Square, you never know if one of them is going to snap or feel uncomfortable.  I was feeling uncomfortable under the cramped, stinky, wooked-out circumstances and I wanted to bite people….shoot.

Eagerly waiting to be played...

Eagerly waiting to be played...

For the first set,  I had spectacular views of Bobby and Phil.  So yummy.  I had maneuvered my way up to the railing on the raised platform directly to the right of the stage.  Perfect view.  The only negative being that I couldn’t see anyone to Bobby’s right.  I couldn’t see Fake Jerry, the backup singers, and I could barely see Joe.  I’d deal with this later, I just wanted to dance right now.  I got terribly excited right before the show.  I again questioned myself as to why I had waited this long to come hear my favorite music and songs played live.  I should have been more loyal to Jerry’s legacy with the passion I had for his music.  Alas….

Let's get this party started...

Let's get this party started...

Futhur consists of:

Phil Lesh – Bass
Bob Weir – Rhythm Guitar
Joe Russo – Drums
Jeff Chimenti – Keys, Organ
John Kadlecik – Guitar

They started the first set with Shakedown Street and Bown Eyed Woman. It sounded good overall but still kind of like they were warming up.  I didn’t think anything of it. I was setteling into my show groove as well.  John Kadlecik immediately brought it out on the guitar. Bobby was alert and throwing signals all over the stage. Singing was on point and the audience joined in on every word.  Bob started forgetting the lyrics during Brown Eyed Woman.

Phil and Bobby @ Nokia

Phil and Bobby @ Nokia

So, we are three songs in and I am dancing with my eyes closed to the beginning of El Paso.  It’s clear something is going on on stage, as Bobby disappeared from my ears all together.  As I look on stage, his strumming had softly slowed, his swaying slowly stopped and it was as if he was passing out while standing up for just a few seconds.  Pure black out stance.  And IMMEDIATELY he would come back to us and get back into the song.  It was weird and I was standing in a position to take in every single moment.  I turned to my friends screaming, “Do you see this?”  But they had been talking.

Phil and Bobby @ Nokia Theater

Phil and Bobby @ Nokia Theater

Attempting to start El Paso again, it happens again.  Bobby zones completely out.  Fazing back in, Phil is looking at Bobby with a very confused look.  That look in particular made me nervous and I turned around, shouting at my friends again, “DO YOU SEE THIS?” Still talking, they hadn’t.  Later, it registered with them why I was in such a weird freak out mood with a worried look on my face.  In the moment, they were so confused.  A few minutes in & Bobby approaches the mic saying “I am going to try this again.”  And he did try it again.  They got through the song but without any lyrics. It didn’t suck, it wasn’t particularly great and almost completely instrumental.  That is the thing about live music, you never know what your going to get 🙂

Crazy Hippies :)

Crazy Hippies 🙂

Apparently, there was a ton of fighting was occurring outside.  As I went to the ladies room  there were numerous security guards discussing the occurrences that were taking place outside.  I just heard them say there were tons of fights and kept walking.   The scene inside was just as hectic but in a more fun way.  There were colorful characters walking the hall ways and dancing in the isles.  The over ragers had found spots along the walls to gather themselves.  Security was everywhere.  It was much more intense then I am used to for other shows.

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

By the time we were given Bertha, Bobby was back on his toes.  How strange that he fazed out for such a short time.  If he was dosed, as it was rumored, it would have lasted much longer then just those few minutes, right? The Ambian theory is good too but he would have passed completely out, right? Even though he didn’t appear drunk, that will be the theory I am sticking with.  They ended the set with a HYPED UP Good Lovin’, bringing the heat and gaining a huge cheer from the audience at the end. Phil was clearly upset as he walked off stage.  All I could think about was what was about to take place behind the scenes during set break!  Oh, to be a fly on the wall back there.

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

Seeing Joe Russo up there behind the drums was unreal.  How wonderful for him.  How wonderful for us. I am a big Joe Russo fan.  He is a New Yorker and one half of the Benevento-Russo Duo.  He is obscure and off the handle when he plays and plays around here often.  He is an innovator with energy and I thoroughly enjoyed his sound behind Bobby and Phil.

(Check out a Free rare performance of A BIG YES and a small no (A Joe Russo Project) @ Lakeside Lounge on August 19th.)

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

Because of my lacking view from my pretty great location, I chose to move for the second set.  Some friends of ours had gotten some great seats in the middle behind the soundboard so for the second set, that is where I spent most of my time, taking off to the stairs from time to time to catch closer shoots of the stage.

View from the stairs - mid floor

View from the stairs - mid floor

The second set started off much better with Music Never Stopped.  Bobby had apparently gotten over what was bothering him and he was extremely coherent.  Phil was in good spirits and they got the dance party started immediately.  Overall the second set was very good.  Some great jams.

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

They covered Ryan Adam’s “Bartering Lines” half way through the set.  Phil really let us have it with his bass on this one.  Great song.  The back up singers were soulful and when I finally recognized them in my head, I wondered why they didn’t pick up the slack on El Paso?  Hmmmm?  LOL……

Closing the second set with I Know You Rider, everyone sang along and danced.  The lyrics: Gonna miss me when I’m gone resonated with me as I stared at the stage and missed Jerry.  As I type this, I feel it must look and sound rather strange. There is such a deep emotional and nostalgic pull to that man, that even though I have never met him, never seen him live, it’s as if I have known him forever through his music.  So, I miss this ghost of a man who left his soul on earth through his music.

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

Furthur @ Nokia Theater

I was actually pretty nervous that they might not come out for an encore considering what had transpired with Bobby earlier in the show.  But, I was worried for nothing.  They played Phil’s Donor Rap and capped off the night with Uncle John’s Band. Always a crowd pleaser.

Furthur @ Nokia Theatre

Furthur @ Nokia Theatre

At the end of the show, Phil went up to Bobby and gave him a huge hug.  The audience went crazy for a good long while.  How wonderful. Love in Jerry’s spirit.  There must have been some kind of explanation that had been realized behind the scene during set break.

As the venue empties....

As the venue empties....

They pulled off a good show. I remember being happy and confused at the same time as I left the venue, overhearing all the buzz about what had occurred in the first set.  We hung outside for some time and meet up with tour buddies who spent the concert looking for tickets.  Everyone wanted to know what we saw.  The dogs and wooks were still behaving and I saw no evidence of fights.  Again, I thought that I had worried for nothing.  It was a splendid night but I still knew it was nothing without Jerry.  I look forward to meeting him in the afterlife. We are going to RAGE HEAVEN and HELL into the ground!!!

Furthur
Wed. July 28, 2010
Nokia Theatre Times Square
New York, NY

Set 1: Shakedown Street >, Brown Eyed Women, El Paso (2x 1st verse, instrumental)>, Dire Wolf, Row Jimmy, I Need a Miracle >, Bertha >, Good Lovin’

Set II: Music Never Stopped, Colors of the Rain>, Cassidy, Cold Rain and Snow, Bartering Lines, Space, Born Cross-eyed, Stella Blue, I Know You Rider

Encore: Donor Rap & Uncle John’s Band

Download: Furthur @ The Nokia Theatre Times Square (07.28.10)

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Trey Anastasio ~ Hartford, CT

Trey Anastasio ~ Hartford, CT

PHISH 2010 TOUR

Trey Anastasio ~ Guitar

Jon Fishman ~ Drums

Mike Gordon ~ Bass

Page McConnell ~ Organ

What can I possibly say?  And how do I say it? Many times, music is a feeling to us.; something that can’t be expressed in words.  I try on so many levels, but still feel as though many times I fail in my own wanting to express these massive musical adventures.  And THIS was MASSIVE on day one.  But by day four…This was EPIC.

Phish @ Hartford, CT

Phish @ Hartford, CT

Phish is a band that has been worshiped and written about by the cult masses for years.  A band whose name many times doesn’t ring a bell to your average passer-by yet has a cult following in the tens of thousands.  A band who has outsold the likes of Madonna, Elton John and Jay-Z in ticket sales numerous years over.  A band whose entire studio album collection I own, to include hundreds of live shows spanning almost two decades.  However, until this past weekend, I HAD NEVER SEEN THEM LIVE!  Being as dedicated to live music and wonderful musicians as I am; being that this is considered THE “IT” GROUP to follow in the Jamband community…having never been, well, this fact was considered to be straight up blasphemy amongst my fellow music tribe.

Phish @ Hartford, CT

Phish @ Hartford, CT

I will flat out tell you that I boycotted Phish for many years.  I have always been and will always be a Deadhead first and foremost.  Where as Phish‘s touring phenomenon is my generations equivalent to the Grateful Dead tours, Trey Anastasio IS NOT Jerry Garcia and thus, nothing would fill the void.  Also, and more importantly, I boycotted Phish for the reason that everyone DID consider them the “IT” group.  Because I saw how people fell under the SPELL of Phish, swearing they were the end all/be all of the Jamband world.  And so I didn’t go to their shows.  Instead, I choose to apply my time and money to the hundreds of other bands being left in Phish‘s dust.

Comcast Theater @ Hartford, CT (06/22/10)

Righteous! Much Love Jay!

Righteous! Much Love Jay!

So, I have this buddy, we shall call him Jay.  He is a total Phish head, by way of the Grateful Dead.  He spends thousands of dollars on Phish tickets every year for his friends and for himself.  Enough for every venue, every show, for whoever might need them, and always great seats.  He does this with the greatest intentions of sharing his tickets, stubbing his crew down and working it so that all his friends can be together for the show, grooving together as he bops all over the venue.   He offered to treat me to my first Phish show, swearing to me that I would continue on to as many shows as I could after the taste I got in Hartford.  This was his world, a world that I was ready to allow myself  to enter and already found slightly intoxicating just by the movement that occurs when it’s PHISH TOUR time and those ticket lotteries occur.  And it was about to be introduced to me in a pretty sick way.

They each have thier own tour bus. No Biggie.

They each have their own tour bus. No Biggie.

We climbed into the car around 2:30pm Friday afternoon and arrived at the Comcast Theater in Hartford, CT around 5:30pm.  This is where the beauty of my Phish experience truly begins.  As we are driving through the toll booths, Jen asks the gentlemen if he is going to the show.  “Phish?” he says. Jay leans over and tells him to jump in the car with us and that we had a ticket it for him if he just jumped in.  I could read the pain on his face.  And with that, Jen asks how much.  Without missing a beat, the kid goes, “No charge.” “Excuse me?/What/Huh?,” we all say.  “You’re good,” he says and we pull away in mid thank yous.  We were MIRACLED at the toll booth.  And it just got better and better.

The car fit nicely!

The car fit nicely!

Stompin grounds for the evening

Stompin grounds for the evening

With Jay’s All Access laminate, we were able to drive through the masses, past VIP parking and parked it right backstage next to the tour buses.  I knew immediately that with this laminate, things were going to get a little rowdy.   We chatted up the guard and walked right into the venue through its side you see above.  None of us ever being asked to produce our tickets.  It was lovely.  I snapped pictures and we wandered around the venue checking out the layout, running into other friends along the way.  We checked out our seats (Section 200, Row U, Seat 241).  I was so excited.  I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to rage front row like I normally did but I knew I would be able to see Trey.  See his smiling face and his bouncing, vibing, cute, happy self all over the stage and that made me so happy.  After combing around the lawn and seeing how far the stage looked from there, I was so very grateful for Jay.  We ran into our teenage posse who had been taking pictures on the stage and then we then took off for the lot parties.

The RAGE Stage! Comcast Theater, Hardtford, CT

The RAGE Stage! Comcast Theater, Hardtford, CT

Checkin out the lawn...

Checkin out the lawn...cant see stage! Yuck!

As we stumbled upon the parking lots, the scene appeared no different then a musical festival mixed with a Jimmy Buffet concert, full of tailgaters and hippies as far as the eyes could see.  Once there, we decided to hit The Shakedown, a rogue section of the Jamband scene that pops up in places surrounding shows/music festivals where folks vend their wares.  Definitely a wook-filled vibe in spots but just like all things in life, it was easy to look past the grimy and the dirty to see the beauty in the environment I was walking through.  We met some friends at the end of the Shakedown and made plans to meet up inside.

Trey Anastasio @ Hartford, CT

Trey Anastasio @ Hartford, CT

Page McConnell @ Hartford, CT

Page McConnell @ Hartford, CT

The show was slated to start at 8:00pm and so we walked back to find our seats and get the party started.  At this point, I still hadn’t used my ticket.  Jay takes me by the hand and we walk right into the venue, no questions asked.  My ticket was never taken out of my pocket.  For this venue, we held down five seats in Section 200, a few rows back from the front, towards middle left aisle.  I was in the isle as PHISH walked on stage.  A security guard leans over to a guy near me and says, “Teach her the rules right now.” Apparently, I had to stay within a certain line so as to be out in the isle…fire hazards and what not.  Duh! And that rule was so broken so fast but not by me because  within SECONDS of the music starting, Jay once again grabbed my hand and led me to the front row, left side…PAGE side.  There it was, I was up front for FEE!  And there I stood/danced/smiled all night.

Phish @ Hartford, CT

Phish @ Hartford, CT

Trey and Mike @ Hartford, CT

Trey and Mike @ Hartford, CT

A perfect view of the band.  To be standing in the front row at my very first Phish concert was a little overwhelming.  I was not expecting anything so great.  I figured I would be out in the lawn like most other big shows I attend or in the seats stuck behind some big dudes.  I had been assured of our wonderful seating prior to the show but being 5 foot nothing, I am always weary as no one truly knows how little I can see.  But I knew going into this trip that things would be above average.  It’s just the way things work out.  And I was blissfully happy because the energy in that place was hitting me like a freight train.  If you think I was happy, magnify it by 1 million and stick that energy into all the people around me who KNEW what they were in store for.  The people who built up what was around me and what I was feeling and becoming apart of.  Everyone was SOOOOOO happy.  Fee was great.  A cute song about a weasel named Fee who gets his nipple cut off.  Sure, why not!

Thanks Chris!

Thanks Chris!

Chris Kuroda's lights ~ EXCELLENT!

Chris Kurodas lights ~ EXCELLENT!

I was pleasantly surprised to hear how lovely Page was right in front of my face.  Happy to hear the piano a little louder then the other instruments.  This song had such great piano amongst the chaos of the story.  First song in and I was silently questioning why I had boycotted them for so long.  The energy in the pavilion was sick.  Everyone was singing, jumping up and down, blowing up balloons and raging in the isles.  Sure, this happens at tons of shows where the fans are ridiculously fanatic but this was different.  This was extremely more intense.

Thank you Chris Kuroda!

Thank you Chris Kuroda!

They jammed out during Rift but I wanted more during that song to be honest.  A guy a few rows back screamed, “This is my first Phish SHOOOW!!”  Of course, I scream back, “ME TOOOO!!”  There was a big commotion of hugs and high fives between our groups and I fell in love with our community all over again.  He smiled and ended up finding me later during intermission for more hugs. Now, you tell me what other show is like that…on this MASS a scale.

Trey and Mike @ Hartford, CT

Trey and Mike @ Hartford, CT

With it’s gorgeous melodic intro, Summer of 69 got the venue swaying with its lyrics reminding us that it’s SUMMER and IT’S TOUR TIME!!!
“Glad to find anytime alone / and it’s summer once again / The days are full / but they’re not our own / Remember our life back then.”
And with Mike Gordon‘s bass reentering after the chorus, they ALMOST got me crying.  Such a pretty song and SUCH a loving vibe blasting through the venue at that moment.  It truly is an experience that so many people just will never attempt nor understand.
Backstage @ Phish, Hartford, CT

Backstage @ Phish, Hartford, CT

In case you didn't know...

In case you didnt know...

During Cavern (the last song of the first set), it was time to rage the bathroom.  Jay grabbed my hand and led me backstage.  The walls were covered with large pictures of bands that have left their mark on the venue and in the music world.  Phun Fact #123:  A few days prior, they erected the below photo of Phish, so aptly located next to what was Trey’s dressing room for the evening.  Speaking with Trey the previous night, he had been VERY excited and happy about this honor.

Phish on All Star Wall Backstage @ Comcast Theater, Hartford, CT

Phish on All Star Wall Backstage @ Comcast Theater, Hartford, CT

Unlimited waters was a FABULOUS plus!

Unlimited waters was a FABULOUS plus!

While walking backstage, I was shocked at how quiet it was.  The band’s dressing rooms were lined up in a row, littered with hippie blankets and children’s toys.  Smelling of incense and just shockingly quiet.  All these toys but no kids.  I knew they had to have an entourage of children and wives and whatnot.  That threw me off. Wonder where their rage room was?

Mike's Sound Room

Mikes Sound Room

I walked past a little room with a TV screen and what appeared to be a sound board.  I would find out later on in the tour in Camden just what this room was meant for.  You will have to read that article because I got to hang out with Mike, the sound guy, for a few minutes and it was pretty rad.

Heading back to our seats, we met up with a few more friends.  The second set was by far the best set.  I was amazed at how well I just flowed into the concert, knowing more of their music then I thought I would as I had listened to them so much in high school.  I was thrown back 10 years, when CDs were all the rage.  I was actually introduced to Phish when a friend made me a mixed tape and put Bouncing Round the Room and Billy Breaths on it.

Like an alien space ship from SPAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!

Like an alien space ship from SPAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!

Our teenage posse had joined us, rocking their laminates with the biggest grins and raging with us instead of at their usual soundboard spot.  Issac, wide-eyed and holding a tee-shirt, tells us how he ran into Fishman backstage and how Fishman proceeded to proclaim that he “doesn’t LIKE tee-shirts” and gave it to Issac.  It was a dope pencil drawing of Jerry’s head, hair blowing across his face due to an unforseen wind.  It really was a cool shirt.  The following day, Issac was rockin’ that shirt.  Damn right, Issac!

Unreal.  Beautiful lights by Chris Kuroda!

Unreal. Beautiful lights by Chris Kuroda!

Trey = Light & Love

Trey = Light & Love

When the music started, our front row spot had doubled.  How was this possible? Didn’t people own these seats?  Were they raging the lawn with their friends? But throughout tour, this is how it went.  No matter how many people we brought to our spot, there was always enough room.  You always get what you need.  Later, I would be told that normally…generally…things like that never happen.  Many times, the guards are pushy, constantly asking for your tickets, shuffling people along.  But we were lovely music mamas in boas, not drinking, clearly having a GREAT time, staying out of the isle and behaving.  I mean, I felt like I was at the Brooklyn Bowl at times. Not like I had 14,000 people behind me raging.  I was surrounded by all my best ones, missing those who were not able to be there, and thinking about those who were still spread all over the venue.

Amazing Sauce!

Amazing Sauce!

Reba brought the spacey, obscure jam that I so adore from Phish.  Like rouge jazz insertions throughout parts of the song, while other parts are fast and solidly melodic. Yet, other sections were rocky and all sections were raging.

Kuroda is Obviously my fav member of Phish! Yes!

Kuroda is Obviously my fav member of Phish! Yes!

And Mike Gordon‘s bass really hit home with me during Cavern.  I have been hooked on listening to him ever since.  I LOVE Mike Gordon!  I LOVE his sound.  Whoever does sound for him during this tour is making him sound perfect.  He has stood out to me during the entire run.  And during Tweezer, ugh, that bass line.  Thwacking me across my dome.  Phun Fact #72: It is best to always make sure you surrounding security guard is well taken care of.  See if they need water, anything really, as it’s best to be on their good side.  Diplomacy and politics run in all facets of life including front row at giant venues.  By doing so, we were able to take some great pictures with Trey behind us as well as go to the middle for some great shots!

Trey Anastasio @ Hartford, CT

Trey Anastasio @ Hartford, CT

Theme From the Bottom might have been one of my favorite songs of the night for nostalgic reasons.  Everyone singing with the band was fun to watch.  Glow sticks had made their way from the wars on the lawn behind us up to the front and all sizes of balls had made their way to the stage area.  Harry Hood brought another 15 minute jam session.   I loved Trey’s guitar in Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan.  So, so funky.  “Got a blank space where my mind should be,” sang Trey, one of my friend’s favorite lines.  The lyrics for Phish songs are great and that was definitely a great line 🙂  And as the guitar just rock-n-wailed, Fishman thumped the drums and the cymbals in perfect time. They are so tight, that even on a horrible night, they can’t be truly bad.

Trey rages! @ Hartford, CT

Trey rages! @ Hartford, CT

The best part of this show came at the end, during the encore.  Phish played a groovy Tweezer Reprise.  Aside from what was about to happen at the end of this song, Trey’s energy is so ridiculously evident in the video below.  He was having SO MUCH FUN on that stage that I was loosing my mind.  Sure, I loved the music, but as much Live music as I watch, I rarely see the guitar artist I adore bug out and just rage physically.  That is what I LOVE to see…when the artist is as much into their music as we are.  When their music takes them over, lifting them our of their chairs, off their feet, into the air or sprawling on the floor.  Skerik is a prime example of the crazy I like to see in my artists from time to time.  I was flipping OUT and it was as much Trey’s energy as the music or the atmosphere.  And then right as they finished Tweezer Reprise, Trey jumps back to the microphone and excitedly shouts”,

“You know what! We’re having such a great time.  We’ve only got a couple minutes before they kick us off this stage. And we played Tweezer in Hersey Park but we never did Tweezer Reprise. So, we’re going to play it again. THIS IS FOR HERSEY PARK!!!”

Front row ragers!

Front row ragers!

And RIGHT BACK into another Tweezer Reprise…clearly this was not planned as Mike took a moment to look around and then fall back into round two….and then the place erupted.  And by God, if Trey’s energy and the energy in that supernova that was the Comcast Center hadn’t reached it’s boiling point…right at that moment, the eruption shook me to the CORE!  I mean, just pure ultimate joy was radiating out of these people floating around me screaming their excitement.  Intense is the only word I can think of.  Trey was bouncing all over the speakers, the venue was lit on fire. This video will show you everything you need to know! It sounds amazing and looks even better…Definitely hit PLAY!

Set List I: Intro, Fee>, Rift, Wolfman’s Brother, Summer Of ’89, Foam, Possum, Moma Dance>, Julius, Reba, Cavern

Set List II: Intro, Halley’s Comet>, Light>, Billy Breathes, Tweezer>, Theme From The Bottom>, Harry Hood>, Wading in the Velvet Sea, Stealing Time From The Faulty Plan

Encore : Sleeping Monkey>, Tweezer Reprise, Tweezer Reprise x2

Download: Phish 2010-06-18 Comcast Theater, Hartford, CT

So much equipment...

So much equipment...

Ragers leavin out the back....

Ragers leavin out the back....

When the music was over, it was over for good but like a festival, I LOVED knowing that I would be able to do this all over again tomorrow night.  Yet, like a concert, I was also happy that the possibility of sleeping in and not having to run to make early music was a nice positive that I immediately picked up on as plus for touring with a band.  For a while, we just sat in our chairs chatting over the double Reprise we were just thrown.  That was so ridiculous.  The power of the people in the pavilion and rolling up the lawn…I could taste it.  There were glow sticks everywhere, in piles.

We were staying with a gorgeous family I had met only weeks earlier at Mountain Jam.  They lived in Hartford and supplied about eight/ten of us with beds for the night in their lovely villa.

Das Villa! Thank you Levys!

Das Villa! Thank you Levys!

Waking up to the sun filled rooms and the breezy walkways, I was SO excited to think that we would be piling back into a car, and taking off for another state! Another night of Phish and another night of the biggest party you can go to that isn’t on a boat.  I can see why my parents kept me from touring with The Dead and Phish back in high school.  It was a raging party and they knew once I got a taste….I’d never come back!

Thank you Levys! xoxo

Thank you Levys! xoxo

Continue on tour with me: PHISH @ SPAC ~ Saratoga Springs, NY ~ (06.19.10)

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7 Walkers @ The Brooklyn Bowl

7 Walkers @ The Brooklyn Bowl

The Grateful Dead and New Orleans.  Two epic names.  Names that will go down in history as forever changing the way we see and hear music.    One a group and one a location; both giants in the world of music.  Tonight at The Brooklyn Bowl, The 7 Walkers, a Papa Mali project extended from both, would bring us the greatest combination of NOLA Funk and The Grateful Dead.  An epic night of music.

Being praised as being one of the finest post-Jerry/Dead projects, this band is truly amazing. The line-up is simple yet dripping in super heavy talent and experience, consisting of:

Papa Mali – Guitar

Bill Kreutzmann – Drums

George Porter, Jr. – Bass

Matthew Hubbard – Keys

What?!?! SERIOUSLY!?!?!  I mean, how wonderful is that four-man band right there?  Now, I don’t even know Matthew Hubbard but the energy the other three bring to the stage alone, before even touching their instruments, it’s something you can’t handle.  Seriously, seeing giants like that walk out on to the stage, a mere 5 feet in front of you…your chest swells and your fingers start to tingle.  I imagine I am taking in…how do I say it?  It’s like they have brought the past with them.  All that energy from their past gigs, their past experiences…their connections to Jerry.  It was all centered right there on an intimate stage in Brooklyn aimed directly at us.  And with George Porter, Jr. on bass instead of Reed Mathis…FIRE!  How paralyzingly wonderful.  IMAGINE!!!  Bill Kreutzmann has played at every single Grateful Dead show ever.  Jerry’s BOY!  I mean come ON!!  Talent and experience at its BEST!!!  I know I say it all the time, but I WAS SOOO EXCITED!

Stage set to RAGE!

Stage set to RAGE!

When I first arrived at the venue it was no where close to being full.  In fact, we all commented on that fact as we found it shocking.  Once again, most people don’t recognize INSANELY GREAT music when it’s right in their back yard.

Matthew Hubbard @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Matthew Hubbard @ The Brooklyn Bowl

As I came around the bend from the bar, the dance floor was bare.  That is, except for the entire front of the stage which was littered end to end by members of Funk Live to the left, Jam Cruiser pals to the right, my taper and deadhead buddies smack in the middle  and other friends scattered about.  I can’t forget to mention how almost every single person was wearing a Dead shirt or NOLA pride shirt.  I LOOOVE the sight of my front row homies.  I truly do.  A line of faces all lighting up with smiles and I feel like I am with family.  It was a hug fest for about 5 minutes.  Always a great way to start off one’s night 🙂

(Tonight was also special because I finally got to meet up with fellow contributing writer, Brett B.!!  Big hugs homie!  I love what you have to say about music and your tats are hot!)

Bill is all smiles durin' a lil prep work...

Bill is all smiles durin' a lil prep work...

I have been to the Brooklyn Bowl a LOT.  But on this night, after a while, maybe it was just me or perhaps it was the pure energy of the room, but the venue seemed brighter, the atmosphere seemed looser and the general vibe seemed lighter then most nights at The Bowl.  It is hard not to feel comfortable and at ease in a room full of deadheads and hippies, especially ones colored so bright! I could feel it and my smile grew.

They came out, George’s back to the audience, Kreutzmann with a huge smile on his face getting situated.  And then immediately flew into a jamming rage.  First song on the set list read: SPACE, how appropriate! And SPACE they gave us, putting us all into the heady lock down that would define the night.

Bill Kreutzmann @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Bill Kreutzmann @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Papa Mali @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Papa Mali @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Right into the memory of Jerry, we were delivered DEALPapa Mali releases a soulful growl as he leads the lyrics:  “Don’t let the deal go down.”  With his guitar resting on his portly belly, Papa delivers us the first guitar rage of the night and mouths drop.  To be honest, I wondered if I had ever seen him before. I’d listened to him a million times but I was seeing him play for the first time right there.  He was as good as I hoped he’d be.

The next song tugged on heart strings.  Men had their eyes closed and they were swaying.  Something about the Grateful Dead makes men romantic it seems, am I alone in thinking this?   In this case, they were thinking of their man crush, Pigpen, as Papa continued singing with Mr. Charlie.  At the end of the song, Kreutzmann raged up on his legs and down on the drums.  A little too hard cause the speakers to his left came crashing down on him, grazing his leg.  See, the power flies right off these bastards.  That power leaving the stage and slamming right into us, or in this case, the speakers.  You can’t make this stuff up.

George Porter, Jr. @ The Brooklyn Bowl

George Porter, Jr. @ The Brooklyn Bowl

We had a little taste of The Dead.  Now it was time for some NOLA flavor as Porter was tapped to sing Hey Pocky Way.  I am beginning to think this is the most covered song ever.  But the fact that it’s over played means everyone knows it and the crowd goes wild.  And on this night, the best part about this song was the audience.  Three songs in and the place was wild.  WILD!!  Oh, how I loved hearing Porter‘s voice.  I immediately started day dreaming of the boat and what the possibilities might be.  During his rage, Porter was off his chair and back down, his legs kicking him all over the place, he was IN IT!!  And then it got silent as Kreutzmann picked up his drums and started striking the skins fast as lighting.

The 7 Walkers @ The Brroklyn Bowl

The 7 Walkers @ The Brroklyn Bowl

Death Don’t Have No Mercy, a Grateful Dead tune, was next.  Matthew Hubbard stopped playing the keys and picked up the trombone that had been resting on the stage to his left. Such a slow song, such a soulful song, such a Jerry song.  Papa gave us a killer solo that reminisced of the swagger Jerry distilled through his guitar, all the while you could hear undertones of Papa trademark bayou style.  It was sultry, sexy, soulful.  People were dancing all over the venue, utilizing the open space to benefit their moods and environments.  It was perfect for so many reasons.

7 Walkers @ The Brooklyn Bowl

7 Walkers @ The Brooklyn Bowl (w/ excellent background artwork)

And then it was theme song time.  Matthew Hubbard gave us an amazing Organ Intro. He was REALLY good.  I am a sucker for keys but man, he was GOOD.  Not sure what I thought about all his “touch-down” moves he banged out after every solo but kick ass solos non-the-less.  Rage!  After a few minute of solid keys, 7 Walkers, new lyrics by Robert Hunter, was blasted out of the belly ‘de Papa.  As I stare at him, he started to morph into one of the characters from Where the Wild Things Are and I brought myself down to reality.  The music was trippy to say the least.  Matt had now jumped to the harmonica, jack of all trades this guy.  Papa Mali absolutely brought it with this song.  At one point, I feel like they teased Shining Star.

“7 Walkers walking in the sky / 7 Walkers watching from on high / 7 Walkers offer their protection / 7 Walkers lookin’ down from heaven”

Matthew Hubbard @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Matthew Hubbard @ The Brooklyn Bowl

The place was on FIRE and it wasn’t close to set break.  Everyone was having a grand ‘ol time at this point. The front row was littered with Dead Heads who longed for tour or just to be close to Kreutzmann.  Then you had the folks there who were ragin’ cause Papa Mali and Porter are the NOLA FUNK BOMBS!  Papa sang most of Lay My Burden Down and keys harmonized. Then the music stops for a bit.  Porter strummin’ on the strings, keys filling in the background.  Papa Mali says, “It’s nice to be back in Brooklyn.  I know I can get a nice slice.”  And right into The Dead’s Sugaree. Porter sang this while Matt raged the keys and Papa harmonized.  There was a big group hug between a bunch of the heads to my left at that moment up front of stage.  It made me so happy, so very happy. Others followed suit.  The venue was at its brightest that moment.  The love was palpable.  The joy was visual.  Exactly what this music represents, exactly what it was meant to evoke.

Wharf Rat closed out the set.  A slow, soulful song.  It was out of control with Papa‘s drawing voice.  And they captured that quintessential Dead sound so well, probably without even trying.  We were so VERY VERY pleased.

Artwork behind Bill

Artwork behind Bill

The 7 Walkers did not waste anytime kicking off the second set.  Kreutzmann took a raging drum solo and into Bertha, a Grateful Dead favorite, everyone was bouncing on their toes, kicking their heels, flipping their skirts. It was a hoedown of as we all sang together.  Hubbard was able to show us some of his fabulous key work.  Scaling up and down the board and striking the keys with ferocity.  Totally on point and captivating me.  Then Kreutzmann gave us the real thing. The real solo, HIS time to rage.  My buddy took a GREAT HD video of it leading into Lovelight.

Matthew Hubbard @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Matthew Hubbard @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Papa and Porter play off each other for a few measures before Papa pulls out to jam on his own line.   Kreutzmann tapped the cymbals.  And so Bottle Up And Go begins and starts to melts our faces.  It was time for the trippy guitar space of Papa‘s mind to play with the audience for a while.  Everyone got lost.  No words. Just SPACE as Porter holds the bass line allowing our own minds to take over and find it’s own adventure.

Bill & George @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Bill & George @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Papa Mali @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Papa Mali @ The Brooklyn Bowl

I Know Your Rider, another crowd pleasure, brought everyone’s head from swaying down to forward facing again and singing with the band.  Happy shiny people.  Another great keys rage from Hubbard and the dance party continued all over the venue.  Papa slide his guitar all across the stage and in our face.  This was a raging jam to be sure.  As I stood back and watched these masters ripe our faces off, I wondered about the other groups I love watching jam so much and how they don’t HOLD A CANDLE to the greatness that was taking place on stage.

George Porter, Jr. @ The Brooklyn Bowl

George Porter, Jr. @ The Brooklyn Bowl

I went on an adventure during Early In The Morning & Hey Baby Now so I don’t recall much.  It’s always nice to have something to look forward to in the recordings 🙂  I was not paying attention at this point, pen down, dancing all over the front row.  Bliss.  I was among my favorite friends, among my favorite songs and favorite musicians in my favorite venue.  How do YOU all feel when you are in that situation?? 🙂 Think about it and hold on to the good feeling you get!!

Papa Mali @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Papa Mali @ The Brooklyn Bowl

The New Orleans Crawl, I believe a new song written for the 7 Walkers by Robert Hunter, gave us a taste of NOLA again but more on the Bayou side then the funk….Professor Longhair-esque.  And finally, Goin Down The Road Feelin Bad closed out the set.  They had so much fun with this song.  You could tell they didn’t want to put down their instruments.  If they did, they were sure fooling us.  High energy, dancing in the STREETS!! As they left the stage, some hard core people were litterally crawling on it to get set lists and picks and whatnot but noone moved a muscle.  All screaming, the show would not be over.  The audience refused to let that happen.

Bill Kreutzmann @ The Brooklyn Bowl

Bill Kreutzmann @ The Brooklyn Bowl

In a lovely tribute to the premature death of Gary Coleman earlier that morning, The 7 Walkers came out and played the Different Strokes Theme amongst Junko Partner.   It was fitting and we all remembered our funny little friend as we danced around in the best of spirits.

Everyone was SO SUPER HIGH after the show.  Bouncing all over the place, I said goodbye to all my favorite people.  By far, this was the best turn out of MY musical krewe, forget the rest of NYC who missed an amazing musical opportunity.  The turn out from tonight had allowed all my various groups and friendship circles to collide and it was AWESOME!!!  To be able to turn around and look in any direction to see the WIDEST grins on my friends faces.  Music brings people together and that night, The 7 Walkers had aided in bringing us all much closer.

It was a magical night in the Brooklyn Bowl, that is for sure.  I PRAY that 7 Walkers comes around again.  And if they do, I suggest you pick up your ticket right away because the word from this performance has already spread like wild fire and they will be sure to sell out second time around!

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