Hello everyone. Hope you’re enjoying this taste of spring we’re all experiencing. And speaking of spring, one thing you could always count on was the Dead's Spring Tour. And, with that, what better time than now for the latest installment of my award deserving series, It Was 20 Years Ago Today… as I look back at the Grateful Dead at the Cap Centre in Landover, MD March 8 and 9, 1992.
Spring of 1992 was my first at Penn State. I was free of my parent’s supervision and was living the good life. I did not have a car, so figuring out how I was going to do any shows on the Dead’s spring tour was my main priority. But then Jerry and the boys decided to cut me a break and scheduled the spring tour to fall right in line with Penn State’s spring break. Synchronicity!
The first night was typical of that era. I went down with a few friends. One of whom was a female friend I’ll call GH, she recently had a kid and I don’t want to stain her newfound MILFdom. No major hassles going down but, as usual, the police were making their presence known. If you were speeding in a car covered in stickers, look out.
Here’s the setlist:
03/08/92 (Sun) Capital Center - Landover, MD
Set 1: Let The Good Times Roll, Touch of Grey, Minglewood Blues, Ramble On Rose, Black Throated Wind, Loose Lucy, Desolation Row, Big Railroad Blues, Music Never Stopped
Set 2: Samson & Delilah, Way To Go Home, Foolish Heart > Looks Like Rain, Wave To The Wind > Jam > Drums > Space > All Along The Watchtower, So Many Roads, Throwing Stones > Not Fade Away, E: Mighty Quinn
You can stream the show here
http://www.archive.org/details/gd92-03-08.sbd.fink.14083.sbeok.shnf
First, a rather lengthy first and second set. I point out the length because the next night was a little shorter. Is there a better way to start a show than with a song called “Let the Good Times Roll”? The Loose Lucy found Jerry in fine form. The Railroad Blues and Music were a great way to finish off the first set.
Being that it was a Sunday, you knew Samson was going to make an appearance. Now I’m going to do something that may shock a few of you; I’m gonna criticize the Dead. During the 90’s and Vince Welnick’s tenure with the band, they introduced some songs that were not really up to the quality that I came to expect from the Dead. Way to Go Home and Wave to the Wind was 2 of them. WTGH was a Vince tune and just wasn’t a rocking song. Wave was a Phil tune but the lyrics weren’t all that good and I was a little underwhelmed hearing it live. A good Space led to Throwing Stones>NFA ending with a Mighty Quinn encore, sending everyone out into the night feeling happy and wanting more.
I drove home after the show and then drove down the next day by myself. I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. Nad had track practice (he was still in high school) and Adrian had something else going on. Fools! What were they thinking? I wandered around the Lot and eventually ran into a bunch of Heads from York, including Kristian Boyer (his family runs the carnival that hits the Pleasant Hill and Littlestown firehall festivites) and Dion, who some of you have met through me on Phish Tour. They had a raging scene going on and were kind enough to welcome me in. This was my 7th Dead show but the first where I REALLY enjoyed the scene and everything the Lot has to offer. Not sure my brain has been the same since.
03/09/92 (Mon) Capital Center - Landover, MD
Set 1: Jack Straw, West L.A. Fadeaway, Me & My Uncle > Big River, Row Jimmy, Cassidy, Deal
Set 2: Victim Or The Crime, Iko Iko, Corrina, Jam > Dark Star > Drums > Space > I Need A Miracle > Morning Dew, E: Satisfaction
You can stream it here
http://www.archive.org/details/gd1992-03-09.sbd.8110.sbefail.shnf
As I noted above, some sets were much shorter than others. This is one of those sets. The Me and My Uncle>Big River combo is almost like one song itself. But I’m not gonna complain about a Jack Straw opener. The meat of this show is the second set. While I’m no fan of Corrina, everything else was tight. The Jam before Dark Star has lots of Dark Star teases. While Bruce Hornsby was a temporary member of the band, he never missed an opportunity to get the band to play this improv masterpiece. Check out 6/17/91 Giants Stadium for another example.
http://www.archive.org/details/gd1991-06-17.nak300.andrewf.86659.sbeok.flac1648
I read later that this show was the first show since 1974 to have a Dark Star and Morning Dew in the same set. Wow. And when they broke out Satisfaction for the encore, I knew it was the first one since 7/6/86 RFK. The crowd went apeshit and you couldn’t even hear Bobby singing. One can’t ask for anything more from an encore.
I hope you enjoyed my retelling of my own version of March Madness as your cry over your own busted brackets.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Boxcar Social 2/24/12 and Cabinet 2/25/12
What’s up people? It’s been awhile for sure. Between a tight budget due to a slow down at work and various minor health problems, I just haven’t been inspired to write. But after an amazing weekend of live music and the announcement of Phish Summer Tour, my muse is back and ready to attack.
My favorite place to see Boxcar Social is Kclinger’s. It’s local and they have just the right amount of volume for the place. Devolver, as much as I love them, can be a little too loud. I was a little late as I had dinner in York with some friends and missed most of the first set. I caught Frannie Mae (which has a great coda) and an improptu birthday song. Damn, looks like the first set was good.
Set 1:
Pockets > SPAP > You Can't Always Get What You Want > SPAP > Pocket, Moonshine Revival, Symptoms, Push > Which Way It Is > Push, Thinking It Over, Funk 12 > D
Frannie Mae, Birthday Jam For Brian*
Set 2:
Normal We're Not, Man Smart, Woman Smarter > Unrest, Coming Into Los Angeles
Mt. Air, Appalachian Range, Relativity, Pound Of Gold, First Tube, Caught Up In The Sound
*-This was an impromptu song written on the spot for a guy in the crowd named Brian who was celebrating his birthday.
The boys are up on archive.org but this show is not up yet. I believe there was a snafu with the recording of the first set. So here is Boxcar on 2/19/12 in Camphill, PA.
http://www.archive.org/details/boxcarsocial2012-02-18.flac
The second set was a nice mix of covers and originals. Normal We’re Not is a new tune that highlights what makes this band special. Frank’s guitar and Paul’s mandolin ride the groove laid down by Josh. Super late night for me but I had to rest up for another night of music, NE PA’s own bluegrass band Cabinet.
As many of you are aware, I grew up outside of Scranton, PA. There are many different bars that feature live music in the area but since I moved away when I was 15, I really couldn’t take advantage of it. Cabinet has emerged from the scene and made a name for themselves up and down the East Coast.
They played at a bar/restaurant in Hagerstown, MD call the Hempen Hill BBQ. Very cool heady venue. Lots of open area and very chill staff. A low riser stage placed perfectly in the big room for good effect.
Once again I missed the first set because I was in a poker game. It was the last game of a 10 game season and ended up 6th in points going into the championship game. Glad I played so well, pissed I missed a pretty good first set.
Set 1
Cripple Creek, Old Farmer's Mill, Nashville Blues, Eleanor, Shifty Shaft, How Mountain Girls Can Love, Groundhog, Salt Creek, Tower, Long Journey Home, Coalminers, High On A Mountaintop, Midnight Moonlight, RRR
Set 2
Caroline, Gumboots, Two Timer>Heavy Rain, Little Maggie, Doors, Sharecropper's Son, I Ain't Broke, Susquehanna Breakdown, Old Home Place, 54-46 That's My Number> Clinch Mountain Backstep, The Dove, Wagon Wheel, The Boy In The Bubble, Friend Of The Devil, Kentucky Bootlegger, Pig in a Pen
You can download a soundboard recording here
http://bt.etree.org/details.php?id=553196
You can also stream it here
http://www.archive.org/details/cabinet2012-02-25.theshawman.flac16
Really nice little scene. Lots of cool people and I didn’t see anyone getting out of hand. It was as much of a show as anything I’ve seen at Hampton. There was even a line for the bathroom. I had a chick pay for my nonalcoholic beverage. We met a Head from Hanover than neither myself, Paul, nor Perkins knew. As Perkins remarked, ”We think we know all of the Heads in town, but a few slip through the cracks”. Another member of our family is found.
At set break I struck up a conversation with the banjo player, Pappy. I was ready to talk all things Scranton when he tells me he was originally from Cleveland. 6 guys in the band and I talk to the one that isn’t from NE PA. I did talk to 2 other members of the band after the show. They seemed very cool and down to earth.
Caroline is a great tune that really shows off Cabinet’s harmonies. The fiddle player had a board for his pedals and effects that rivaled the old Mission Control board back in Devolver’s golden era. Sharecropper’s Son had a hoedown train, which was kind of like a conga line for bluegrass. First time they ever did that. The last five songs just built one on top of the other, leaving the audience wanting more. A nice mixture of covers and originals, just like another band with a mandolin. And Cabinet’s harmonies are CrosbyStillsNashesque.
While I love following a band on Tour, there is something really cool about seeing 2 different great bands on back to back nights. Since my muse has been reawakened, expect to see more of Kempepedia on a regular basis.
Dave Kemp
BA American Studies
PhD in Rock and Roll
My favorite place to see Boxcar Social is Kclinger’s. It’s local and they have just the right amount of volume for the place. Devolver, as much as I love them, can be a little too loud. I was a little late as I had dinner in York with some friends and missed most of the first set. I caught Frannie Mae (which has a great coda) and an improptu birthday song. Damn, looks like the first set was good.
Set 1:
Pockets > SPAP > You Can't Always Get What You Want > SPAP > Pocket, Moonshine Revival, Symptoms, Push > Which Way It Is > Push, Thinking It Over, Funk 12 > D
Frannie Mae, Birthday Jam For Brian*
Set 2:
Normal We're Not, Man Smart, Woman Smarter > Unrest, Coming Into Los Angeles
Mt. Air, Appalachian Range, Relativity, Pound Of Gold, First Tube, Caught Up In The Sound
*-This was an impromptu song written on the spot for a guy in the crowd named Brian who was celebrating his birthday.
The boys are up on archive.org but this show is not up yet. I believe there was a snafu with the recording of the first set. So here is Boxcar on 2/19/12 in Camphill, PA.
http://www.archive.org/details/boxcarsocial2012-02-18.flac
The second set was a nice mix of covers and originals. Normal We’re Not is a new tune that highlights what makes this band special. Frank’s guitar and Paul’s mandolin ride the groove laid down by Josh. Super late night for me but I had to rest up for another night of music, NE PA’s own bluegrass band Cabinet.
As many of you are aware, I grew up outside of Scranton, PA. There are many different bars that feature live music in the area but since I moved away when I was 15, I really couldn’t take advantage of it. Cabinet has emerged from the scene and made a name for themselves up and down the East Coast.
They played at a bar/restaurant in Hagerstown, MD call the Hempen Hill BBQ. Very cool heady venue. Lots of open area and very chill staff. A low riser stage placed perfectly in the big room for good effect.
Once again I missed the first set because I was in a poker game. It was the last game of a 10 game season and ended up 6th in points going into the championship game. Glad I played so well, pissed I missed a pretty good first set.
Set 1
Cripple Creek, Old Farmer's Mill, Nashville Blues, Eleanor, Shifty Shaft, How Mountain Girls Can Love, Groundhog, Salt Creek, Tower, Long Journey Home, Coalminers, High On A Mountaintop, Midnight Moonlight, RRR
Set 2
Caroline, Gumboots, Two Timer>Heavy Rain, Little Maggie, Doors, Sharecropper's Son, I Ain't Broke, Susquehanna Breakdown, Old Home Place, 54-46 That's My Number> Clinch Mountain Backstep, The Dove, Wagon Wheel, The Boy In The Bubble, Friend Of The Devil, Kentucky Bootlegger, Pig in a Pen
You can download a soundboard recording here
http://bt.etree.org/details.php?id=553196
You can also stream it here
http://www.archive.org/details/cabinet2012-02-25.theshawman.flac16
Really nice little scene. Lots of cool people and I didn’t see anyone getting out of hand. It was as much of a show as anything I’ve seen at Hampton. There was even a line for the bathroom. I had a chick pay for my nonalcoholic beverage. We met a Head from Hanover than neither myself, Paul, nor Perkins knew. As Perkins remarked, ”We think we know all of the Heads in town, but a few slip through the cracks”. Another member of our family is found.
At set break I struck up a conversation with the banjo player, Pappy. I was ready to talk all things Scranton when he tells me he was originally from Cleveland. 6 guys in the band and I talk to the one that isn’t from NE PA. I did talk to 2 other members of the band after the show. They seemed very cool and down to earth.
Caroline is a great tune that really shows off Cabinet’s harmonies. The fiddle player had a board for his pedals and effects that rivaled the old Mission Control board back in Devolver’s golden era. Sharecropper’s Son had a hoedown train, which was kind of like a conga line for bluegrass. First time they ever did that. The last five songs just built one on top of the other, leaving the audience wanting more. A nice mixture of covers and originals, just like another band with a mandolin. And Cabinet’s harmonies are CrosbyStillsNashesque.
While I love following a band on Tour, there is something really cool about seeing 2 different great bands on back to back nights. Since my muse has been reawakened, expect to see more of Kempepedia on a regular basis.
Dave Kemp
BA American Studies
PhD in Rock and Roll
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Phish Summer Tour 2012
I think this is Phish's announcement. They're pranking everyone. You're welcome.
http://www.livemusicblog.com/tag/phishileaks/
http://www.livemusicblog.com/tag/phishileaks/
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Phish 11/24 and 11/25 2009, Philadelphia, PA
Greeting friends. The holidaze are almost upon us again. A time to reunite with friends and family that you haven’t hung with in awhile. But it’s also a great time to see shows, because what better way to celebrate than with your friends and family. So I thought I would revisit some holiday runs that didn’t get a write up the first time around. And who wants to wait until 2029 for an installment of my world famous “It was 20 Years Ago …”series? So, with out further ado, I present for the first time the epic run that was Phish at the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, PA 11/24 and 11/25/09.
As I’ve said before, my favorite time of year for Tour is the Fall. The leaves are turning, football season is well under way, and bands return to the arenas and theaters after basking in the sun all summer long. The Fall Tour started only 2 weeks after Festival 8, so the boys were fired up and ready to go. And what better way to celebrate Thanksgiving than with Phish shows in Philly the Tuesday and Wednesday before Turkey Day.
I got my tickets with no real plan how I was gonna proceed. My brother lived right outside of Philly and I thought it would be cool to see my niece and nephews in between the craziness that is Tour. Most of my friends were only going to the Wed show so I made my plans accordingly. Switzer was coming home before the shows. She was going to stay over at Megan’s apartment (yes, this is the same one I have waxed poetically over and over about, mainly on my chronicles about Camden shows). Then early Wed, she was going to shoot over to the airport and pick up her fiancé (now soulmate and husband) Josh and hit the show. She said she needed a ride to Philly, where she had a place to stay, then a ride back to Hanover after the Wed show. Sounds as perfect as can be!
I came down with a nasty cold the Friday before the shows and didn’t even make it through a 7 hour day. When Monday rolled around, I was in no shape to work 12 hours and then do 2 days of Tour. So I called in sick (something I rarely do) to rest up and was in much better shape on Tuesday when we roll out.
We got to the Lots before they even opened. We waited with all the vendors and then rolled in. We had the choice of going left or right and Switzer said right. We got cutoff by some douche bag (Chill out man, its 6 hours until the band goes on and we are already in the Lot.) Some asshole vendor, selling bunk items no doubt. No one directed us so we found a spot 3 or 4 rows off of Shakedown, no need to be right in the middle of all the madness. I like it much more when we can visit and get out of the Lot rather quickly. Switzer’s friend Courtney was going to meet us in the Lot. And where in the Lot? Directly under the light post that said M3. Could it be any easier for peeps to find?
She rolled up and had a hatchback station wagon just like mine. We fashioned a covering out of old ponchos and a cassette deck mp3 adapter that I didn’t use anymore. Just a little bit of old junk in my car and I totally went MacGyver on their asses.
As I stated before, Switzer was staying at Megan’s apartment but Meg didn’t have a ticket. I assured her she would be able to procure one in the Lot at less than face value. You couldn’t give them away at some of the Summer shows. As we wandered around Shakedown, we ran into a typical Italian American Philly Dead Head selling tickets. He was wearing a too tight Dead tie-dye, gold chain and half-assed mustache. I’ve seen a hundred of these guys at shows over the years. Megan flashed her Lot skills by bargaining with the guy and got the ticket for 20 bucks. Mission accomplished!
A few friends showed up, again drawn to us by our beacon of light shining through the darkness of Lot. I had a great conversation with a rabbi I meet who was following Phish. Where else am I going to get advice from my rabbi? A temple?
We make our way inside and got some phatty seats, Fishman’s side, second level and get ready to rage!
Tuesday, 11/24/2009
Wachovia Center, Philadelphia, PA
Set 1: Chalk Dust Torture, Bathtub Gin, Cities > Camel Walk, The Curtain With, The Wedge, The Moma Dance, Reba[1], Golgi Apparatus, Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan
Set 2: Possum > Down with Disease[2] > Twenty Years Later > Harry Hood > The Mango Song > Mike's Song > Simple > Slave to the Traffic Light > Weekapaug Groove[3]
Encore: A Day in the Life
[1] No whistling.
[2] Unfinished.
[3] Slowed down in parts.
Notes: Cities was played in response to a fan with a sign requesting the song and featured alternative lyrics referencing Thanksgiving. Reba did not have the whistling ending. Disease was unfinished. Much of Weekapaug was played at a significantly slower pace than normal. Prior to ADITL, Fish teased the Weekapaug drumbeat.
First set was very high energy. But when isn’t it when Phish plays Philadelphia? I've always felt blessed living so close to a city that bands love to throw down in and tonight was no exception.
We go our separate ways and I make it to my brother’s in one piece where I get a good night’s sleep, hang with my family and recharge. My oldest nephew, Owen, who was 3 at the time, declared he wanted to go because if Uncle Dave likes it, it must be fun. Someday my young padawon, but not this Tour. I can barely take care of myself on the road, let alone a child.
I’m still on I-76 when I get a text from Switzer “Lot M3 bitches”. She got the same exact spot on the Lot. That is why she is HMLL! I reunite with them and this time a band called Flux Capacitor is playing in the lane behind us. Good spots near Shakedown and a live band, hell yes! Andy Miller and some friends somehow scored rooms at the Holiday Inn that is right next door to the arena and they made their way over.
While all this is going on, we are waiting to see what is going on with Switzer’s fiancé Josh. He was supposed to arrive in Philly around noon but was fogged in at the Newark Airport in northern New Jersey. It was only a few hours north of us by car but his flight kept getting delayed because of the foggy, rainy mess that was all over the East Coast.
His luggage was on the plane so he couldn’t just bail on the flight. But we had a plan. Megan was going to pick him up from the airport and take him to the Lot. She knew exactly where to take him because we were in the exact same spot as the night before. He could stash his bag in my car and then meet up with us inside the show. And, as long time readers of my blog no doubt know, I had an extra set of keys for my old car just in case a crazy situation like this one came up. Megan came to the Lot, got my keys, picked up josh from the airport and took him to my car. He put his bag in my car and through the magic of texting, found us inside the show. He ended up only missing half the first set. Not too shabby.
Wednesday, 11/25/2009
Wachovia Center, Philadelphia, PA
Set 1: Kill Devil Falls, 46 Days, Sugar Shack, Halley's Comet > Divided Sky, Sleep Again, Ocelot, Train Song, Wilson > Run Like an Antelope
Set 2: Birds of a Feather, Farmhouse > Tweezer, You Enjoy Myself, Esther, Time Turns Elastic > Tweezer Reprise
Encore: Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
Notes: During Wilson, Trey implored Mike to take a "heavy metal bass solo" (and Mike complied). The lyrics to Antelope were changed to "Been you to have any Mike, man?" followed by another bass solo from Mike
This show was good until the second set. During the first 2 years of Phish 3.0, a lot of people have rightfully complained about the set flow. Check out second set of Merriweather 8/15/09, the flow just isn’t there. 11/25 was the definition of this. I’m not saying the music wasn’t well played, and they had some nice jams, it just lacked energy. Birds was a good opener, but you could hear the sigh from the crowd when they followed that with Farmhouse. The Tweezer had some nice moments but then just stopped. The Esther really didn’t get anyone dancing and then Time Turns Elastic. I literally heard people groaning and even saw quite a few heading towards the exits. This song is very long (15 min) and when placed in the right spot, it does work. But late in the second set is not the right spot. Trey tacked on the Reprise and then they went off stage.
After a 2 night run in Philly and with everyone heading home to see family the next day, you would think Trey or someone else in the band would have a few words to say before they sent us on our way. They came out and said nothing. They then proceed to play a rather mellow encore, Oh Sweet Nuthin’. The chorus is “You ain’t got nothing at all.” My theory is that Trey was pissed at the crowd’s reactions to some of the songs in the second set and decided to tell them to go fuck off. You don’t know anything. You don’t have anything. Just my theory but based on the way they ended the run, I know I’m right.
Switzer, Josh, and myself made our way back to Hanover after the show. Switzer was spent and passed out but Josh was a trooper, he stayed up the whole way home. We listened to the Dead 12/6/73 from Cleveland, OH. I wanted a desolate show and what area would be more desolate than a show from Cleveland, in the dead of winter. The area was economically reeling in the early 70’s, so what better way than to celebrate Thanksgiving than this show. It does have a 43 min. Dark Star and since I can’t stream archived Phish shows, take a listen to this hidden gem.
http://www.archive.org/details/gd1973-12-06.sbd.miller.105560.flac16
While I’ve been to many a holiday run, this one seemed like it was ready to be written about. If you’re in the Hanover area this coming weekend, a few things are happening. On Sat, Boxcar Social will be kicking out the jams DOWNSATIRS at the Coliseum in Hanover, starting at 10 p.m.
Dave Kemp
BA American Studies
Ph.D. in Rock and Roll
As I’ve said before, my favorite time of year for Tour is the Fall. The leaves are turning, football season is well under way, and bands return to the arenas and theaters after basking in the sun all summer long. The Fall Tour started only 2 weeks after Festival 8, so the boys were fired up and ready to go. And what better way to celebrate Thanksgiving than with Phish shows in Philly the Tuesday and Wednesday before Turkey Day.
I got my tickets with no real plan how I was gonna proceed. My brother lived right outside of Philly and I thought it would be cool to see my niece and nephews in between the craziness that is Tour. Most of my friends were only going to the Wed show so I made my plans accordingly. Switzer was coming home before the shows. She was going to stay over at Megan’s apartment (yes, this is the same one I have waxed poetically over and over about, mainly on my chronicles about Camden shows). Then early Wed, she was going to shoot over to the airport and pick up her fiancé (now soulmate and husband) Josh and hit the show. She said she needed a ride to Philly, where she had a place to stay, then a ride back to Hanover after the Wed show. Sounds as perfect as can be!
I came down with a nasty cold the Friday before the shows and didn’t even make it through a 7 hour day. When Monday rolled around, I was in no shape to work 12 hours and then do 2 days of Tour. So I called in sick (something I rarely do) to rest up and was in much better shape on Tuesday when we roll out.
We got to the Lots before they even opened. We waited with all the vendors and then rolled in. We had the choice of going left or right and Switzer said right. We got cutoff by some douche bag (Chill out man, its 6 hours until the band goes on and we are already in the Lot.) Some asshole vendor, selling bunk items no doubt. No one directed us so we found a spot 3 or 4 rows off of Shakedown, no need to be right in the middle of all the madness. I like it much more when we can visit and get out of the Lot rather quickly. Switzer’s friend Courtney was going to meet us in the Lot. And where in the Lot? Directly under the light post that said M3. Could it be any easier for peeps to find?
She rolled up and had a hatchback station wagon just like mine. We fashioned a covering out of old ponchos and a cassette deck mp3 adapter that I didn’t use anymore. Just a little bit of old junk in my car and I totally went MacGyver on their asses.
As I stated before, Switzer was staying at Megan’s apartment but Meg didn’t have a ticket. I assured her she would be able to procure one in the Lot at less than face value. You couldn’t give them away at some of the Summer shows. As we wandered around Shakedown, we ran into a typical Italian American Philly Dead Head selling tickets. He was wearing a too tight Dead tie-dye, gold chain and half-assed mustache. I’ve seen a hundred of these guys at shows over the years. Megan flashed her Lot skills by bargaining with the guy and got the ticket for 20 bucks. Mission accomplished!
A few friends showed up, again drawn to us by our beacon of light shining through the darkness of Lot. I had a great conversation with a rabbi I meet who was following Phish. Where else am I going to get advice from my rabbi? A temple?
We make our way inside and got some phatty seats, Fishman’s side, second level and get ready to rage!
Tuesday, 11/24/2009
Wachovia Center, Philadelphia, PA
Set 1: Chalk Dust Torture, Bathtub Gin, Cities > Camel Walk, The Curtain With, The Wedge, The Moma Dance, Reba[1], Golgi Apparatus, Stealing Time From the Faulty Plan
Set 2: Possum > Down with Disease[2] > Twenty Years Later > Harry Hood > The Mango Song > Mike's Song > Simple > Slave to the Traffic Light > Weekapaug Groove[3]
Encore: A Day in the Life
[1] No whistling.
[2] Unfinished.
[3] Slowed down in parts.
Notes: Cities was played in response to a fan with a sign requesting the song and featured alternative lyrics referencing Thanksgiving. Reba did not have the whistling ending. Disease was unfinished. Much of Weekapaug was played at a significantly slower pace than normal. Prior to ADITL, Fish teased the Weekapaug drumbeat.
First set was very high energy. But when isn’t it when Phish plays Philadelphia? I've always felt blessed living so close to a city that bands love to throw down in and tonight was no exception.
We go our separate ways and I make it to my brother’s in one piece where I get a good night’s sleep, hang with my family and recharge. My oldest nephew, Owen, who was 3 at the time, declared he wanted to go because if Uncle Dave likes it, it must be fun. Someday my young padawon, but not this Tour. I can barely take care of myself on the road, let alone a child.
I’m still on I-76 when I get a text from Switzer “Lot M3 bitches”. She got the same exact spot on the Lot. That is why she is HMLL! I reunite with them and this time a band called Flux Capacitor is playing in the lane behind us. Good spots near Shakedown and a live band, hell yes! Andy Miller and some friends somehow scored rooms at the Holiday Inn that is right next door to the arena and they made their way over.
While all this is going on, we are waiting to see what is going on with Switzer’s fiancé Josh. He was supposed to arrive in Philly around noon but was fogged in at the Newark Airport in northern New Jersey. It was only a few hours north of us by car but his flight kept getting delayed because of the foggy, rainy mess that was all over the East Coast.
His luggage was on the plane so he couldn’t just bail on the flight. But we had a plan. Megan was going to pick him up from the airport and take him to the Lot. She knew exactly where to take him because we were in the exact same spot as the night before. He could stash his bag in my car and then meet up with us inside the show. And, as long time readers of my blog no doubt know, I had an extra set of keys for my old car just in case a crazy situation like this one came up. Megan came to the Lot, got my keys, picked up josh from the airport and took him to my car. He put his bag in my car and through the magic of texting, found us inside the show. He ended up only missing half the first set. Not too shabby.
Wednesday, 11/25/2009
Wachovia Center, Philadelphia, PA
Set 1: Kill Devil Falls, 46 Days, Sugar Shack, Halley's Comet > Divided Sky, Sleep Again, Ocelot, Train Song, Wilson > Run Like an Antelope
Set 2: Birds of a Feather, Farmhouse > Tweezer, You Enjoy Myself, Esther, Time Turns Elastic > Tweezer Reprise
Encore: Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
Notes: During Wilson, Trey implored Mike to take a "heavy metal bass solo" (and Mike complied). The lyrics to Antelope were changed to "Been you to have any Mike, man?" followed by another bass solo from Mike
This show was good until the second set. During the first 2 years of Phish 3.0, a lot of people have rightfully complained about the set flow. Check out second set of Merriweather 8/15/09, the flow just isn’t there. 11/25 was the definition of this. I’m not saying the music wasn’t well played, and they had some nice jams, it just lacked energy. Birds was a good opener, but you could hear the sigh from the crowd when they followed that with Farmhouse. The Tweezer had some nice moments but then just stopped. The Esther really didn’t get anyone dancing and then Time Turns Elastic. I literally heard people groaning and even saw quite a few heading towards the exits. This song is very long (15 min) and when placed in the right spot, it does work. But late in the second set is not the right spot. Trey tacked on the Reprise and then they went off stage.
After a 2 night run in Philly and with everyone heading home to see family the next day, you would think Trey or someone else in the band would have a few words to say before they sent us on our way. They came out and said nothing. They then proceed to play a rather mellow encore, Oh Sweet Nuthin’. The chorus is “You ain’t got nothing at all.” My theory is that Trey was pissed at the crowd’s reactions to some of the songs in the second set and decided to tell them to go fuck off. You don’t know anything. You don’t have anything. Just my theory but based on the way they ended the run, I know I’m right.
Switzer, Josh, and myself made our way back to Hanover after the show. Switzer was spent and passed out but Josh was a trooper, he stayed up the whole way home. We listened to the Dead 12/6/73 from Cleveland, OH. I wanted a desolate show and what area would be more desolate than a show from Cleveland, in the dead of winter. The area was economically reeling in the early 70’s, so what better way than to celebrate Thanksgiving than this show. It does have a 43 min. Dark Star and since I can’t stream archived Phish shows, take a listen to this hidden gem.
http://www.archive.org/details/gd1973-12-06.sbd.miller.105560.flac16
While I’ve been to many a holiday run, this one seemed like it was ready to be written about. If you’re in the Hanover area this coming weekend, a few things are happening. On Sat, Boxcar Social will be kicking out the jams DOWNSATIRS at the Coliseum in Hanover, starting at 10 p.m.
Dave Kemp
BA American Studies
Ph.D. in Rock and Roll
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
MMW 11/2/11 & Cabinet 11/11/11 Appilachian Brewing Company, Harrisburg, PA
Hello everyone. Hope you are all doing well. I’ve been good other than the awful sickness and total disappointment I am feeling with the whole Penn State scandal. I hate to say it, but almost all of the institutions in the US are rotten. But, the only way to get through all of this is to stop and listen to the music play. And that’s what this entry is all about. I show Harrisburg how it is done with 2 shows in 10 days of non Dead, Phish, or Widespread Panic related music. So get ready to get down with some groovy jazz improv. and some shit kicking bluegrass, Northeast PA region style.
Medenski, Martin, and Wood was playing on a Wed at the Appalachian Brewing Company in Harrisburg. ABC is a brewery/restaurant and one of the cooler places I’ve been, with a good selection of food and heady brews. Devolver played there a few times in the Golden Era (2000-2001) but I hadn’t seen anything there until this past April when Hanover’s own Boxcar Social played a private party in the bottling room. http://kempepedia.blogspot.com/2011/04/furthur-4111-hampton-va-boxcar-social.html
I have noticed they have been getting some incredible bands up there so I decided to take the opportunity to see some different bands since there is no Fall Phish Tour and East Coast Furthur tixs are out of my price range. A mid week show is also a super rarity for me. With a traditional Monday through optional Friday work schedule, I never hit midweek shows. My last stand-alone, non-holiday midweek show was Widespread Panic at the 9:30 Club in Washington DC on a Tuesday in 1998. Last midweek holiday show was Phish Tuesday and Wednesday before Thanksgiving in 2009.
So I worked a “half day” at my job (5am until noon), go home, power nap, and meet my friend Emily (of the Summer 2011 Furthur Philly show in the hottest heatwave imaginable fame) in Mechanicsburg and pregamed with some of her crew, Kendra and Dimetri. Dimetri had more cool Phish refrig magnets than I knew existed, he even had one for Coventry from 2004. I can just imagine some Head thinking, So Phish is breaking up, I need to sell something at their last show. I know, I’ll sell magnets. Who knew there was such a huge market for non-healing magnets?
Get to the show about a half an hour before the band starts and it’s a nice chill scene. Sign said sold out but there was still plenty of room to shake your tail feather. First set was nice with Wood switching between a double bass and 4 string electric bass. They did the Dizzy Gillespie tune, Caravan, which I’ve seen Phish perform. Second set was all improv and they killed it. Little bit of drunken chaos post show but eventually get rolling and make it home around 2:30. Up 22 hours for the bliss that is live music, 4 hours of sleep and back to the paper tube mine the next morning at 9 am.
So, less than 11 days later, it was time to head back up to The Abbey Bar for some good old fashion Pennsyltucky bluegrass with Cabinet from Wilkes Barre, PA. My Dad was born, raised, and attend Wilkes College in Wilkes Barre. My grandparents lost EVERYTHING in the Flood of ’72 in Wilkes Barre. My brother was born in Wilkes Barre. I grew up outside of Scranton, which is 20 minutes up the road from Wilkes Barre. Needless to say, I have NE PA flowing through my veins, so seeing a bluegrass band from coal country is just what the doctor ordered.
I was meeting Paul (mandolin picker for Boxcar Social) at his crib and then heading up to the show. He wanted to get up there rather early to eat and pregame. He wanted to leave between 5 and 5:30. I get there at 5:20 and he was just getting out of the shower. We had to listen to some Old and in the Way vinyl and eventually got on the road at 6:05. On the way we went under a bridge and there was a slow moving train rolling over it; that will get me in the mood for some old timey music. Did I mention he was supposed to meet his friend Rin and her crew to eat at 6:30? We rolled in Prankster style at 7:05. No one had even ordered yet, all of them waiting on our slack asses.
They finally chow down and we head back to Rin’s crib to chill out. It was in the ghetto of Harrisburg. Whole blocks empty, a whole block with one lonely house on it. Stuff right out of the Wire. I half expected Omar to roll up on us. I’m assuming that the houses burned down during racial unrest at some point in the last 50 years.
While there, we listened to more music on vinyl. Long play records really have come back. Cassettes are NOT coming back, no matter what any half-assed music journalist writes. We make it safely back to the Abbey Bar to meet up with Christie, Christine, and Todd. Did I mention this was Christine’s birthday show? Happy 28th day of birth to the OG HMLL!
The show was sold out but had A LOT more people in it that the sold out show of MMW. I can't give ya a setlist but they ripped it up, even had a drumz segment. I danced so much and so hard my lower back was KILLING me Saturday morning. Also spent most of the night with something on my contact. Tour is rough, I made it until 1:15 but then had to hit the road. I needed a good night's sleep so I could get up early to write all this down for you.
November is shaping up to be a good month. Still ahead; Devolver on Nov. 25th at Kclinger’s and Boxcar Social the following night, Nov 26th at the Coliseum in Hanover. Boxcar will be playing downstairs rather than up in the loft so come on out to check out the new setup.
Dave Kemp
BA American Studies
PhD Rock and Roll
Medenski, Martin, and Wood was playing on a Wed at the Appalachian Brewing Company in Harrisburg. ABC is a brewery/restaurant and one of the cooler places I’ve been, with a good selection of food and heady brews. Devolver played there a few times in the Golden Era (2000-2001) but I hadn’t seen anything there until this past April when Hanover’s own Boxcar Social played a private party in the bottling room. http://kempepedia.blogspot.com/2011/04/furthur-4111-hampton-va-boxcar-social.html
I have noticed they have been getting some incredible bands up there so I decided to take the opportunity to see some different bands since there is no Fall Phish Tour and East Coast Furthur tixs are out of my price range. A mid week show is also a super rarity for me. With a traditional Monday through optional Friday work schedule, I never hit midweek shows. My last stand-alone, non-holiday midweek show was Widespread Panic at the 9:30 Club in Washington DC on a Tuesday in 1998. Last midweek holiday show was Phish Tuesday and Wednesday before Thanksgiving in 2009.
So I worked a “half day” at my job (5am until noon), go home, power nap, and meet my friend Emily (of the Summer 2011 Furthur Philly show in the hottest heatwave imaginable fame) in Mechanicsburg and pregamed with some of her crew, Kendra and Dimetri. Dimetri had more cool Phish refrig magnets than I knew existed, he even had one for Coventry from 2004. I can just imagine some Head thinking, So Phish is breaking up, I need to sell something at their last show. I know, I’ll sell magnets. Who knew there was such a huge market for non-healing magnets?
Get to the show about a half an hour before the band starts and it’s a nice chill scene. Sign said sold out but there was still plenty of room to shake your tail feather. First set was nice with Wood switching between a double bass and 4 string electric bass. They did the Dizzy Gillespie tune, Caravan, which I’ve seen Phish perform. Second set was all improv and they killed it. Little bit of drunken chaos post show but eventually get rolling and make it home around 2:30. Up 22 hours for the bliss that is live music, 4 hours of sleep and back to the paper tube mine the next morning at 9 am.
So, less than 11 days later, it was time to head back up to The Abbey Bar for some good old fashion Pennsyltucky bluegrass with Cabinet from Wilkes Barre, PA. My Dad was born, raised, and attend Wilkes College in Wilkes Barre. My grandparents lost EVERYTHING in the Flood of ’72 in Wilkes Barre. My brother was born in Wilkes Barre. I grew up outside of Scranton, which is 20 minutes up the road from Wilkes Barre. Needless to say, I have NE PA flowing through my veins, so seeing a bluegrass band from coal country is just what the doctor ordered.
I was meeting Paul (mandolin picker for Boxcar Social) at his crib and then heading up to the show. He wanted to get up there rather early to eat and pregame. He wanted to leave between 5 and 5:30. I get there at 5:20 and he was just getting out of the shower. We had to listen to some Old and in the Way vinyl and eventually got on the road at 6:05. On the way we went under a bridge and there was a slow moving train rolling over it; that will get me in the mood for some old timey music. Did I mention he was supposed to meet his friend Rin and her crew to eat at 6:30? We rolled in Prankster style at 7:05. No one had even ordered yet, all of them waiting on our slack asses.
They finally chow down and we head back to Rin’s crib to chill out. It was in the ghetto of Harrisburg. Whole blocks empty, a whole block with one lonely house on it. Stuff right out of the Wire. I half expected Omar to roll up on us. I’m assuming that the houses burned down during racial unrest at some point in the last 50 years.
While there, we listened to more music on vinyl. Long play records really have come back. Cassettes are NOT coming back, no matter what any half-assed music journalist writes. We make it safely back to the Abbey Bar to meet up with Christie, Christine, and Todd. Did I mention this was Christine’s birthday show? Happy 28th day of birth to the OG HMLL!
The show was sold out but had A LOT more people in it that the sold out show of MMW. I can't give ya a setlist but they ripped it up, even had a drumz segment. I danced so much and so hard my lower back was KILLING me Saturday morning. Also spent most of the night with something on my contact. Tour is rough, I made it until 1:15 but then had to hit the road. I needed a good night's sleep so I could get up early to write all this down for you.
November is shaping up to be a good month. Still ahead; Devolver on Nov. 25th at Kclinger’s and Boxcar Social the following night, Nov 26th at the Coliseum in Hanover. Boxcar will be playing downstairs rather than up in the loft so come on out to check out the new setup.
Dave Kemp
BA American Studies
PhD Rock and Roll
Friday, October 28, 2011
Phish Halloween 1994
One of my favorite times of the year is Fall. The heat and unbearable humidity of the summer fade to cool crisp nights requiring hoodies, jeans, and socks. College and pro football are well underway and the leaves are turning glorious colors of brown, yellow, and orange. But my favorite thing about Fall is Halloween. Starting with childhood trick or treating, evolving into teenage Mischief Night, until shows and music take center stage, it’s always been about All Hallow’s Eve for me.While many bands put on Halloween shows, few do it with the flair and creativity that Phish does. That’s why I’m proud to present the first full telling of my adventures for my all time, number one show ever: Phish’s Halloween show in Glenn Falls NY, in 1994.
While the Dead always threw down on NYE, Halloween was like a neglected stepchild. In 1985, they opened a show with a Scary Space and brought back Werewolves but didn’t do an epic Halloween show again until 1991. It was 6 days after Bill Graham’s tragic death and featured Ken Kesey coming on the stage to say a few words while the boys opened a door in the space time continum and went back to an Acid Test in 1966.
(Listen to it here, it is truly crazy how insane their playing is. Kesey comes out in the Dark Star before drumz)
http://www.archive.org/details/gd91-10-31.set2.matrix.loy.30699.sbeok.flacf
While Phish had played Halloween shows in the 80’s and ‘90 and ‘91, they hadn’t done a Halloween show for 2 years when they announced they would be donning a musical costume for the 1994 show. They asked fans to vote for an album they should play. The boys emphasized that it could be from any genre (from Sun Ra to Slayer to West Side Story). How do I remember such a detail? I still have the Doniac Schvice. You expected something less?? Child please.
I was attending Penn State at the time. The Dead were still my boys but I was really impressed with the first show I saw on 4/8 at Penn State by Phish and saw them at the Mann Music Center over the summer. When the Fall tour was announced, nothing was really close or doable but my good friend Kristian Boyer said that Halloween would be a worthwhile adventure. Being that Glenn Falls was less than 6 hours from State College, this was definitely doable. My good friend Nad (Nad is not his real name but he is a father now and has other responsibilities so I want to protect him. If you’re smarter than a 5th grader, you’ll be able to figure out who it is by the end of this.)
Nad got on the phone but had no luck through TicketBastard (yup, they sucked ass even back then). He then had the brilliant idea to call the box office of the venue and he got us three tixs. Kristian couldn’t go so another friend Bill Thompson took it. I’m using his full name because he didn’t do anything that would preclude him from becoming President. The night before Nad did an amazing pumpkin carving of Fishman’s face for the coolest jack o’ lantern EVER. Unfortunately, this was back in the analog days and we all didn’t have cell phones or digital cameras and no photos exist of this spectacular creation.
We piled into Nad’s Ford Festiva (for years this car tooled around Hanover with an amazing Jerry levitating a guitar out of a top hat window decal). Bill brought along a bunch of tapes of Phish but Nad only had a radio. So we listened to the song Thriller over and over for most of the journey as every radio station we could find was playing it. Bill had heard a rumor of either Joe's Garage by Frank Zappa or the White Album by the Beatles as the musical costume but I gave little thought as to what they might play.
As some of you know, I grew up outside of Scranton in NE PA. Just driving thru the region brought up warm fuzzy memories of Halloween pasts when all that mattered was how much candy you scored. Whose windows were you going to soap? Who had the best Yoda voice impression? All we saw on the ride up were 7-11’s and Tae Kwon Do schools…Upstate New York is a tough place.. We stopped at a rest stop but the men’s room was closed so Nad used the Women’s room. While in there, a woman walked in to use it as well. Awkward.
We got to the hotel (which had 2 coffee pots for a room that slept 4 people). Bill filled us in on the whole Gamehenge saga and Harpua but I just filed that info away. What were the odds Phish was going to go into any of that?
We get to the lot and Nad sets his pumpkin on a four foot high metal box in the lot. When we walk by later, two Heads are standing on each side of it like demented palace guards. I was dressed as Father Giudo Sardouchi from SNL and Nad was dressed as Elvis. Nad and myself ate a “treat” to get the night started. In 1994, it seemed at every show Nad would do a balloon and pass out flat on his face. Tonight would be no different. While doing a balloon in a Burger King drive thru lane next to the arena, he passed out and woke up to his hands covered in blood. Of course they really weren’t, but what a way to start the night.
A year earlier, Nad sent a photo of himself dressed as Elvis to put on the credit card. He used that card to pay for the tixs. He showed the credit card to get the tixs dressed as Elvis. The clerk almost shit her pants. On the way in, I ran into the Blues Brothers and it was an SNL reunion, without all the coke.
Our seats were two rows away from the glass if a hockey game had been going on. This guy was walking around on the floor strutting along. He was taking huge strides and pumping his arms and suspenders out. He had on really loud rainbow colored pants and a beautifully carved mask that covered his whole head. Nad pointed him out and said that it was Trey. I said yeah right and proceeded to take in all the other freaks that were wondering around us. The lights finally go down and the band hits the stage. My mind gets blown for the first of many times. That guy walking around was TREY!!! Holy shit!! How did Nad see that??? Trey rips his mask off during Frankenstein opener and the place goes apeshit. 5 songs in, they do Harpua with a narration and War Pigs by Sabbath. By now I’m out of my gourd. This is the craziest show I’ve ever seen. I hear the boys teasing other songs within their own songs and think that’s the secret to Phish. They end the first set telling us to get ready for an amazing and long night. I couldn’t even imagine what was next.
Throughout the set break, they’re playing haunted house noises and screams over the PA. Close to midnight, the lights go down and Speak to Me begins over the PA. Holy shit, they’re going to do Dark Side. But then a voice comes over and starts talking about the excitement these boys have brought to NYC over the last two days. Due to my immense pop culture knowledge, I recognize the voice as belonging to Ed Sullivan. Pink Floyd wasn’t on Ed Sullivan??? But THE BEATLES were Oh my God they’re going to do the Beatles. As the screams of the teenage girls enthralled by Beatlemania mix with the screams from the Glenn Falls crowd enthralled with Phish, the boys barrel into Back in the USSR. They’re doing the White Album. I knew this album inside and out. In high school, I did a report on Charles Manson and him using the White Album as justification for his killings back in 1969. My brain exploded and for the next hour and half, I was transported to another dimension where I witnessed the Beatles perform. Not John, Paul, George, and Ringo but the thing that the Beatles represented in all its glory as funneled through the four lads from Vermont.
There’s really no point in me trying to write about what I was experiencing so just think of your favorite musical moment and multiply by one thousand. During Glass Onion, they changed a lyric to work in Guyute and for the line “ The walrus was Paul”, they shown a spotlight on Paul Langudoc and he had 2 drumsticks like walrus teeth, causing Trey to crack up. One other thing I never expected, during Revolution #9, Fishman got naked. WTF!??!?!?!?!?!?!? After that, Page comes to the mike and says they’ll be back for another set. Phew. Need to collect myself.
The third set was no slouch either. Opening with a raging Bowie, CK5 had the lights making it look like we were inside a giant jack o’ lantern. During the Slave, he made the arena bathe in the glow of traffic lights. During Sleeping Monkey, the one keyboard part is nicked from Let It Be. So naturally, I thought they were going to do that album for the encore. It ended with a costume contest and Page thanked us for coming out at 3:20 in the AM. No union overtime at this venue.
Back at the hotel, I finally passed out around 6 AM. Bill forced himself to drink the biggest bottle of Bass I’ve ever seen to get himself to calm down after that mind blowing experience. Back at Penn State, it was a harsh jolt back to reality. No one in dreads, Heads far and few in between. I can clearly remember throwing in a ’78 Dead show with Bertha> Good Lovin’, and it not doing anything for me. It took about two weeks for the show to fade away from my brain and was able to get off to the Dead once again.
So there you have it. I know this was long but what better way to get into the spirit of the season for what this weekend holds
10/31/94 (Mon) Glens Falls Civic Center - Glens Falls, NY
Set 1: Frankenstein, Sparkle, Simple, Divided Sky, Harpua , Julius, The Horse > Silent in the Morning, Reba, Golgi Apparatus
Set 2: Speak to Me , Back in the USSR, Dear Prudence, Glass Onion, Ob-La-Di Ob > La-Da, Wild Honey Pie, Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Happiness is a Warm Gun, Martha My Dear, I'm So Tired, Blackbird, Piggies, Rocky Raccoon, Don't Pass Me By, Why Don't We Do it in the Road, I Will, Julia, Birthday Jam , Yer Blues, Mother Nature's Son, Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey, Sexy Sadie, Helter Skelter, Long Long Long, Revolution 1, Honey Pie, Savoy Truffle, Cry Baby Cry, Revolution 9 , Good Night
Set 3: David Bowie, Bouncing Around the Room, Slave to the Traffic Light, Rift, Sleeping Monkey, Poor Heart, Run Like an Antelope, E: Amazing Grace, Costume Contest , The Squirming Coil
Dave Kemp
BA in American Studies
PhD in Rock and Roll
While the Dead always threw down on NYE, Halloween was like a neglected stepchild. In 1985, they opened a show with a Scary Space and brought back Werewolves but didn’t do an epic Halloween show again until 1991. It was 6 days after Bill Graham’s tragic death and featured Ken Kesey coming on the stage to say a few words while the boys opened a door in the space time continum and went back to an Acid Test in 1966.
(Listen to it here, it is truly crazy how insane their playing is. Kesey comes out in the Dark Star before drumz)
http://www.archive.org/details/gd91-10-31.set2.matrix.loy.30699.sbeok.flacf
While Phish had played Halloween shows in the 80’s and ‘90 and ‘91, they hadn’t done a Halloween show for 2 years when they announced they would be donning a musical costume for the 1994 show. They asked fans to vote for an album they should play. The boys emphasized that it could be from any genre (from Sun Ra to Slayer to West Side Story). How do I remember such a detail? I still have the Doniac Schvice. You expected something less?? Child please.
I was attending Penn State at the time. The Dead were still my boys but I was really impressed with the first show I saw on 4/8 at Penn State by Phish and saw them at the Mann Music Center over the summer. When the Fall tour was announced, nothing was really close or doable but my good friend Kristian Boyer said that Halloween would be a worthwhile adventure. Being that Glenn Falls was less than 6 hours from State College, this was definitely doable. My good friend Nad (Nad is not his real name but he is a father now and has other responsibilities so I want to protect him. If you’re smarter than a 5th grader, you’ll be able to figure out who it is by the end of this.)
Nad got on the phone but had no luck through TicketBastard (yup, they sucked ass even back then). He then had the brilliant idea to call the box office of the venue and he got us three tixs. Kristian couldn’t go so another friend Bill Thompson took it. I’m using his full name because he didn’t do anything that would preclude him from becoming President. The night before Nad did an amazing pumpkin carving of Fishman’s face for the coolest jack o’ lantern EVER. Unfortunately, this was back in the analog days and we all didn’t have cell phones or digital cameras and no photos exist of this spectacular creation.
We piled into Nad’s Ford Festiva (for years this car tooled around Hanover with an amazing Jerry levitating a guitar out of a top hat window decal). Bill brought along a bunch of tapes of Phish but Nad only had a radio. So we listened to the song Thriller over and over for most of the journey as every radio station we could find was playing it. Bill had heard a rumor of either Joe's Garage by Frank Zappa or the White Album by the Beatles as the musical costume but I gave little thought as to what they might play.
As some of you know, I grew up outside of Scranton in NE PA. Just driving thru the region brought up warm fuzzy memories of Halloween pasts when all that mattered was how much candy you scored. Whose windows were you going to soap? Who had the best Yoda voice impression? All we saw on the ride up were 7-11’s and Tae Kwon Do schools…Upstate New York is a tough place.. We stopped at a rest stop but the men’s room was closed so Nad used the Women’s room. While in there, a woman walked in to use it as well. Awkward.
We got to the hotel (which had 2 coffee pots for a room that slept 4 people). Bill filled us in on the whole Gamehenge saga and Harpua but I just filed that info away. What were the odds Phish was going to go into any of that?
We get to the lot and Nad sets his pumpkin on a four foot high metal box in the lot. When we walk by later, two Heads are standing on each side of it like demented palace guards. I was dressed as Father Giudo Sardouchi from SNL and Nad was dressed as Elvis. Nad and myself ate a “treat” to get the night started. In 1994, it seemed at every show Nad would do a balloon and pass out flat on his face. Tonight would be no different. While doing a balloon in a Burger King drive thru lane next to the arena, he passed out and woke up to his hands covered in blood. Of course they really weren’t, but what a way to start the night.
Our seats were two rows away from the glass if a hockey game had been going on. This guy was walking around on the floor strutting along. He was taking huge strides and pumping his arms and suspenders out. He had on really loud rainbow colored pants and a beautifully carved mask that covered his whole head. Nad pointed him out and said that it was Trey. I said yeah right and proceeded to take in all the other freaks that were wondering around us. The lights finally go down and the band hits the stage. My mind gets blown for the first of many times. That guy walking around was TREY!!! Holy shit!! How did Nad see that??? Trey rips his mask off during Frankenstein opener and the place goes apeshit. 5 songs in, they do Harpua with a narration and War Pigs by Sabbath. By now I’m out of my gourd. This is the craziest show I’ve ever seen. I hear the boys teasing other songs within their own songs and think that’s the secret to Phish. They end the first set telling us to get ready for an amazing and long night. I couldn’t even imagine what was next.
Throughout the set break, they’re playing haunted house noises and screams over the PA. Close to midnight, the lights go down and Speak to Me begins over the PA. Holy shit, they’re going to do Dark Side. But then a voice comes over and starts talking about the excitement these boys have brought to NYC over the last two days. Due to my immense pop culture knowledge, I recognize the voice as belonging to Ed Sullivan. Pink Floyd wasn’t on Ed Sullivan??? But THE BEATLES were Oh my God they’re going to do the Beatles. As the screams of the teenage girls enthralled by Beatlemania mix with the screams from the Glenn Falls crowd enthralled with Phish, the boys barrel into Back in the USSR. They’re doing the White Album. I knew this album inside and out. In high school, I did a report on Charles Manson and him using the White Album as justification for his killings back in 1969. My brain exploded and for the next hour and half, I was transported to another dimension where I witnessed the Beatles perform. Not John, Paul, George, and Ringo but the thing that the Beatles represented in all its glory as funneled through the four lads from Vermont.
You can stream the show here
There’s really no point in me trying to write about what I was experiencing so just think of your favorite musical moment and multiply by one thousand. During Glass Onion, they changed a lyric to work in Guyute and for the line “ The walrus was Paul”, they shown a spotlight on Paul Langudoc and he had 2 drumsticks like walrus teeth, causing Trey to crack up. One other thing I never expected, during Revolution #9, Fishman got naked. WTF!??!?!?!?!?!?!? After that, Page comes to the mike and says they’ll be back for another set. Phew. Need to collect myself.
The third set was no slouch either. Opening with a raging Bowie, CK5 had the lights making it look like we were inside a giant jack o’ lantern. During the Slave, he made the arena bathe in the glow of traffic lights. During Sleeping Monkey, the one keyboard part is nicked from Let It Be. So naturally, I thought they were going to do that album for the encore. It ended with a costume contest and Page thanked us for coming out at 3:20 in the AM. No union overtime at this venue.
Back at the hotel, I finally passed out around 6 AM. Bill forced himself to drink the biggest bottle of Bass I’ve ever seen to get himself to calm down after that mind blowing experience. Back at Penn State, it was a harsh jolt back to reality. No one in dreads, Heads far and few in between. I can clearly remember throwing in a ’78 Dead show with Bertha> Good Lovin’, and it not doing anything for me. It took about two weeks for the show to fade away from my brain and was able to get off to the Dead once again.
So there you have it. I know this was long but what better way to get into the spirit of the season for what this weekend holds
10/31/94 (Mon) Glens Falls Civic Center - Glens Falls, NY
Set 1: Frankenstein, Sparkle, Simple, Divided Sky, Harpua , Julius, The Horse > Silent in the Morning, Reba, Golgi Apparatus
Set 2: Speak to Me , Back in the USSR, Dear Prudence, Glass Onion, Ob-La-Di Ob > La-Da, Wild Honey Pie, Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Happiness is a Warm Gun, Martha My Dear, I'm So Tired, Blackbird, Piggies, Rocky Raccoon, Don't Pass Me By, Why Don't We Do it in the Road, I Will, Julia, Birthday Jam , Yer Blues, Mother Nature's Son, Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey, Sexy Sadie, Helter Skelter, Long Long Long, Revolution 1, Honey Pie, Savoy Truffle, Cry Baby Cry, Revolution 9 , Good Night
Set 3: David Bowie, Bouncing Around the Room, Slave to the Traffic Light, Rift, Sleeping Monkey, Poor Heart, Run Like an Antelope, E: Amazing Grace, Costume Contest , The Squirming Coil
Dave Kemp
BA in American Studies
PhD in Rock and Roll
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Furthur 10/8/11 Monterey, CA
Greetings everyone. Hope you all have had a good fall so far. I’ve taken a mini hiatus from Kempepedia for a few weeks. My mom had successful heart valve surgery at the beginning of September so that took up some time. I’ve haven’t been too happy with some of my composing so I needed a little bit of distance from the weekly deadline of making copy. But now I’m back and gonna try an every other week schedule. And what am I coming back with? Not much, just my first West Coast, Northern Cali, San Fran, Haight Asbury experience. So strap in, ‘cause my long strange trip is about to begin.
Furthur announced they were playing 2 nights at the Monterey County Fairgrounds back in July. Switzer and Josh immediately decided they were going out to visit our friends Delorean and Courtney. Delorean has lived in San Fran for about 5 years. Courtney moved out there this year after living in Burlington, VT. I checked out flights but it was way out of my budget. Plus, my hours at work had been cut so my bottom line was hurting for certain. But then our friend Megan decided to go out with them. She can get a good deal on Standby tickets through Southwest Airlines.
During the last week in August, Switzer and Megan were in town for a funeral. They stopped over to sell me on going out to the show. I now know how potential clients felt when Don Draper sits across from them. They made their pitch and I was sold. Suddenly, it actually seemed possible, I’d finally make it out to the West Coast for a show. I’ve never been to California, let alone San Fran. I’ve visited Seattle back in 1998 for an April celebration, The closest I’ve come to seeing a show out West was Phil at Red Rocks back in 2001. This could actually happen
First, my mom had to have heart valve surgery. She’s had this hacking cough for almost a dozen years. She never smoked and my dad had quit cigs back in 1970. They diagnosed it as asthma but it continued to get worse. In August, she had really long attacks for 3 consecutive days. She went to the ER and they discovered fluid in her lungs. They traced it to blood leaking from her heart valve. Every time her heart pumped, she lost 40% of her blood, most of which was going into her lungs, thus causing the coughing. She was given the option of 9/9 or 9/26. She choose the earlier date to get it out of the way. This also dovetailed nicely with the Furthur show on Oct 8.
The operation was successful and since she isn’t obese, diabetic, or suffering from heart disease, her recovery went pretty smoothly. Switzer and Josh were flying out Thursday. Megan couldn’t get off Friday so she took a half-day. I meet her at her place of employment and we hopped in a cab for a quick ride to the Philly airport for our 3:25 flight. Now our tickets were standby, so we were not guaranteed any seats. We had to hope people wouldn’t show up or there were seats available right as it was ready to leave the gate. We were able to get on an earlier flight with a stopover in Chicago. Then it was on to LA, switch planes and finally make it to San Francisco. We didn’t have to deplane in Chicago and got the seats right in the front of the plane? Why is this a big deal? LEG ROOM. It was like they took out the row of seats in front of us. Almost as good as first class. And why not, I am on Tour.
We land in LA with enough time for Megan to go out and smoke a cig and go through airport security all over again. It was only an hour flight north but by now I was tired of traveling, cramped quarters, and all of the other joys of airplane travel. We landed in San Fran and jumped on the BART (their version of the subway) and come up from the station to grab a bus. We are immediately in an urban setting of any American city. Bunch of “thugs” hanging out, listening to shitty Rick Ross hip-hop
(Side note: Just watched Planet Rock: Hip hop and the Crack Generation. Amazing doc by Ice Mutherfuckin’ T. Rick Ross stole his persona and name from Freeway Ricky Ross, the kingpin of the LA crack trade in the 80’s. Rick Ross the rapper was a corrections officer before he became a poser. Now back to our regularly scheduled blog post)
A bunch of homeless people and the ever present stench of urine, spoiled food and who knows what else. Welcome to the Mission District. We waited for a bus and hopped on. A woman across from me dropped her pill bottle of medicinal pot. She remarked it would have sucked to lose her medicine. Yes, it most certainly would have. Switzer told me the stop for Delorean’s apartment was Haight and Cole St. Did I mention Delorean’s apartment is smack dab in the middle of the Haight Ashbury neighborhood? 2 blocks from the Golden Gate Park and the most famous intersection on the West Coast.
So we were on the bus for a good 30 minutes. Street after street rolled by. Finally crossed Ashbury so I knew we were getting closer. We came to Haight Street and we got off. At this point, I didn’t care how far I had to walk on the Haight, I just wanted to get off the bus. So we get off the bus and I realize I’m at the corner of HAIGHT and ASHBURY. Wow! Getting goosebumps as I type. Finally, I’ve made it. I got off the bus to see where people got on the Bus. Not too many people around, but the funky vibe is unmistakeable. We walk maybe 3 blocks to get to Page Street where Delorean and Courtney’s apartment is located. Josh meets us outside. It’s on the second floor and we go up one of the widest staircases I’ve ever seen in an apartment. It has 4 bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen. What was the living room is now Courtney’s room. Not a lot of space but it is rather centrally located. They had dinner cooking and I finally got to chill out.
When I was getting the final details about the trip earlier in the week, Megan mentioned that there is a dress code for flying on standby tickets. She said it was business casual which might have been Chinese for all my fashion sense. She said slacks, nice shirt, maybe a tie and dress shoes. She found out Thursday night that dress shoes were not required but I still decided I was going to blow minds when I got to San Fran. So I wore one of my 2 Jerry Garcia ties with patterns on them from his paintings. Megan wore jeans with a top that highlighted her cleavage. Still not sure if the dress code thing was a joke but I do clean up nicely. Josh joked that Megan wanted it to look like I was her bodyguard.
We just hung out at the apartment Friday night. Delorean and Rachael (from my Tower Theatre and Hampton Furthur shows in the spring) had already gone down to the shows. So Friday night was just about recharging the batteries. I had woken up at 3:45 AM EST and never got back to sleep. It was 12:30 AM PST, so I had been up something like 23 hours, flown 3000 miles on 3 planes, and ready to sleep the sleep of the Dead. Because tomorrow it was all about going FURTHUR!
We got up to be greeted by fog rolling in from the Bay. Josh and myself headed out to go across town to get the rental car. And what kind of rental did we get? A VW Bettle? A VW Bus since you are in San Fran? Nope. How about a 2011 Mitsubishi Spyder convertible. Talk about a sweet ride. We got in, put the top down and headed out. The radio was on and Lady Gaga was playing. We were just 2 guys cruising around SF with the top down and Lady Gaga playing. Could anything be more San Franciscan that that?
Driving out of the city, up and down the hills and making crazy turns left and right, all accompanied by some breath taking views of the city. Switzer had brought a copy of Phish covering Exile on Main Street because that’s what she wanted to hear rolling down the Coast. Not aware of her plans, I had put the same set but an 8-channel matrix recording on my Ipod. Cameron Crowe can suck it. Josh with his cougar slaying eyes, Switzer’s dreads and flat brim, my beard going on 6 weeks range free, and Meg looking like Jackie O crossed with Thelma from Thelma and Louise, we hit the road like escapees from an insane asylum.
We were so set. The drive down the Pacific Coast highway was mindblowingly beautiful. The Pacific to my right and amazing mountains to my left. When we went through some fog it was freezing. Then we would hit sun and be basking in the California sunshine. Megan said my description of the fog “That fog on the twisty part of the highway was fucking cold” was the academic statement of the weekend; I concur.
We stopped by a beach to chill out. Incredible view of the ocean. Got moving again on our way down to Santa Cruz and the Staff of Life Co-op. Fantastic food. Heady local brews and post show food was procured. I highly recommend the Shepherd’s Pie. They had veggie bacon. I ate some of it but the sandwich had overwhelmed my over processed taste buds. Back on the road and to the show.
The show was held at the Monterey County Fairgrounds. Monterey is about 2.5 hours south of San Francisco, the hotel Delorean got was like a 6-minute walk. Mad props to her. I had my doubts but we all survived.
The Lot was actually on the street. There was a parking field but they wouldn’t let anyone on it. How East Coast of them. But in all seriousness, it was a great scene. Lots of older, wiser Heads. I recognized one guy vending from the East Coast. He was at Camden this year and I asked to buy one wrap. He made it up and said, ”You wanted 2 right?” Nice try but this ain’t my first show.
Nice vibes in the Lot until much later. Met some guy named Bear. Met a kid named James, only 22 but playing the Warlock’s demo from 11/65. I commented on it and we shot the shit for 15 minutes. A bluegrass band got set up in one lot. The poses were similar to my amazing Old and in the Way hoodie, which didn’t even get remarked upon. That hoodie’s awesomeness is the NORM out there. Get inside and TCB. Delorean ran into some heady parents of a girl she used to train for swimming. Real homey vibe. West Coast Furthur is where it’s at!
10/8/11 Monterey County Fairgrounds, Monterey, CA
Set 1 Stranger, Althea, Good Morning Little School Girl, No More Do I > FOTD, Viola Lee Blues> Comes A Time>Throwing Stones
Set 2 Golden Road>Shakedown St>Truckin’>Let It Grow>All Along the Watchtower>Morning Dew>Help On the Way>Slipknot> The Eleven> Franklin’s Tower
Donor Rap, One More Sat Night
You can stream the show here
http://www.archive.org/details/Further2011-10-08.Further-Monterey-10-08-11
Always get a Stranger opener in an area you’ve never seen a show before. The Friend of the Devil was really good with the extra harmonies. Viola Lee, The Golden Road, Morning Dew, and Schoolgirl were all from the era of 1965-67, when they lived on 710 Asbury St. Nice touch boys. Comes a Time was EPIC. The whole second set was mind blowing. Just what I needed. While representing the Steelers on the West Coast with my hat, ran into 2 fans. And one guy from Green Bay who was busting my balls in a good way.
After meeting a lot of different Heads before and during the show, it finally wound down and we headed out to the Lot. As I’ve noted before, I always find the vibe post show a little darker. The anticipation of the show is gone. The addicts are looking for their next fix. We were hanging out near Nitrous Central. There were at least 3 different tanks going and overall a chill scene. The cops were nowhere to be found. Then out of the constant din of tanks hissing and the occasional popped balloon, all hell broke loose. Two guys were throwing punches at each other. The one guy started choking the other and fell into a few of the tanks as they struggled. Wow, how East Coast of them. But then again, California did give us Altamont. Honestly, it looked like something off the Camden lot during the Phish 2.0 era. We announced we were getting the fuck out of there and someone remarked in all nitrous seriousness, “Why would you want to get out of here?” That almost doesn’t even deserve a comment.
We hung out at the hotel and chilled with our neighbors. Meet some chick named Jessica who busted her ass to amass some cash and now was just traveling around the country. Really reminded me of some of the Heads I used to meet on Tour. A lot tougher to do that with the prices and economy in 2011 than it was in 1993. We managed to get a few hours of sleep. Then breakfast at Denny’s and we hit the road to go back to San Fran.
Our last day in the City by the Bay was all about the touristy stuff. We went down to Fisherman’s Wharf after waiting for 3 different buses and finally hopping on the BART train. We had an amazing view of the Bay as the sunset. We had the Bay Bridge on our right and the Golden Gate Bridge on our left, with the hills of Marin County directly in front of us. What a vivid visual to cap off an incredible weekend.
We got up at 3:45 AM to get a cab at 4:15 AM to get us to the airport by 4:45 AM. I reserved a cab the day before but was very paranoid if it was going to show up. While waiting for it, a cab from another company showed up. I grabbed him and then waited for Megan to come down. Of course, a minute later the cab I called for showed up. He was rather pissed and I pointed out he was not there at 4:15 so I grabbed the first available cab I found. Had to get a little East Coast on his ass and he did likewise, said a few things and left.
We made it to the airport with time to spare. We got to the gate for our flight and Megan asked how it looked for the Standby tickets. The woman behind the counter remarked, “It could happen.” They had one seat for Megan and maybe one for me. The owner of the seat had checked in but hadn’t made it through security yet. Or he was in the bathroom with some explosive diarrhea. Or he was getting shit faced at a bar that is open at 5:55 in the AM. But when the clock said 6:04, and the plane was ready to leave at 6:05, they looked down the hallway for any runners. When no one was galloping down the hall, I jumped on board, the door shut and we were rolling away from the gate. I hope his checked bag wasn’t on the flight.
Our original “schedule” had us getting into Chicago and then a 4-hour layover for a flight to Philly. We ended up deplaning at Gate 8. Megan walked to the employee working Gate 9 and asked how it looked for us to get on the flight that was leaving in 4 hours. She then noticed the plane at Gate 9 was going to Philly and leaving in 5 minutes. When asked, the employee replied there were plenty of seats. We hopped on and got to Philly at 3:35 EST. Much better than getting in at 7:30. I could not but keep laughing at our tremendous fortune. Megan remarked that it isn’t usually this smooth and she has spent many a time crying at some out of the way airport, as she had to wait hours for a flight with space for her. I remarked we were on Tour and that’s how things fall into place for me.
Got back into an East Coast state of mind and hit the Turnpike to get back home. Just got through before the normal bullshit of rush hour and got home at a decent time. Took a couple of days to punch this out but am really happy with the result. Thanks again to Courtney and Delorean for their unlimited hospitality. Until we meet again San Fran, thank you for the memories and I’ll see the rest of you on the Road.
Dave Kemp
BA in American Studies
Ph.D. in Rock and Roll
Furthur announced they were playing 2 nights at the Monterey County Fairgrounds back in July. Switzer and Josh immediately decided they were going out to visit our friends Delorean and Courtney. Delorean has lived in San Fran for about 5 years. Courtney moved out there this year after living in Burlington, VT. I checked out flights but it was way out of my budget. Plus, my hours at work had been cut so my bottom line was hurting for certain. But then our friend Megan decided to go out with them. She can get a good deal on Standby tickets through Southwest Airlines.
During the last week in August, Switzer and Megan were in town for a funeral. They stopped over to sell me on going out to the show. I now know how potential clients felt when Don Draper sits across from them. They made their pitch and I was sold. Suddenly, it actually seemed possible, I’d finally make it out to the West Coast for a show. I’ve never been to California, let alone San Fran. I’ve visited Seattle back in 1998 for an April celebration, The closest I’ve come to seeing a show out West was Phil at Red Rocks back in 2001. This could actually happen
First, my mom had to have heart valve surgery. She’s had this hacking cough for almost a dozen years. She never smoked and my dad had quit cigs back in 1970. They diagnosed it as asthma but it continued to get worse. In August, she had really long attacks for 3 consecutive days. She went to the ER and they discovered fluid in her lungs. They traced it to blood leaking from her heart valve. Every time her heart pumped, she lost 40% of her blood, most of which was going into her lungs, thus causing the coughing. She was given the option of 9/9 or 9/26. She choose the earlier date to get it out of the way. This also dovetailed nicely with the Furthur show on Oct 8.
The operation was successful and since she isn’t obese, diabetic, or suffering from heart disease, her recovery went pretty smoothly. Switzer and Josh were flying out Thursday. Megan couldn’t get off Friday so she took a half-day. I meet her at her place of employment and we hopped in a cab for a quick ride to the Philly airport for our 3:25 flight. Now our tickets were standby, so we were not guaranteed any seats. We had to hope people wouldn’t show up or there were seats available right as it was ready to leave the gate. We were able to get on an earlier flight with a stopover in Chicago. Then it was on to LA, switch planes and finally make it to San Francisco. We didn’t have to deplane in Chicago and got the seats right in the front of the plane? Why is this a big deal? LEG ROOM. It was like they took out the row of seats in front of us. Almost as good as first class. And why not, I am on Tour.
We land in LA with enough time for Megan to go out and smoke a cig and go through airport security all over again. It was only an hour flight north but by now I was tired of traveling, cramped quarters, and all of the other joys of airplane travel. We landed in San Fran and jumped on the BART (their version of the subway) and come up from the station to grab a bus. We are immediately in an urban setting of any American city. Bunch of “thugs” hanging out, listening to shitty Rick Ross hip-hop
(Side note: Just watched Planet Rock: Hip hop and the Crack Generation. Amazing doc by Ice Mutherfuckin’ T. Rick Ross stole his persona and name from Freeway Ricky Ross, the kingpin of the LA crack trade in the 80’s. Rick Ross the rapper was a corrections officer before he became a poser. Now back to our regularly scheduled blog post)
A bunch of homeless people and the ever present stench of urine, spoiled food and who knows what else. Welcome to the Mission District. We waited for a bus and hopped on. A woman across from me dropped her pill bottle of medicinal pot. She remarked it would have sucked to lose her medicine. Yes, it most certainly would have. Switzer told me the stop for Delorean’s apartment was Haight and Cole St. Did I mention Delorean’s apartment is smack dab in the middle of the Haight Ashbury neighborhood? 2 blocks from the Golden Gate Park and the most famous intersection on the West Coast.
So we were on the bus for a good 30 minutes. Street after street rolled by. Finally crossed Ashbury so I knew we were getting closer. We came to Haight Street and we got off. At this point, I didn’t care how far I had to walk on the Haight, I just wanted to get off the bus. So we get off the bus and I realize I’m at the corner of HAIGHT and ASHBURY. Wow! Getting goosebumps as I type. Finally, I’ve made it. I got off the bus to see where people got on the Bus. Not too many people around, but the funky vibe is unmistakeable. We walk maybe 3 blocks to get to Page Street where Delorean and Courtney’s apartment is located. Josh meets us outside. It’s on the second floor and we go up one of the widest staircases I’ve ever seen in an apartment. It has 4 bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen. What was the living room is now Courtney’s room. Not a lot of space but it is rather centrally located. They had dinner cooking and I finally got to chill out.
When I was getting the final details about the trip earlier in the week, Megan mentioned that there is a dress code for flying on standby tickets. She said it was business casual which might have been Chinese for all my fashion sense. She said slacks, nice shirt, maybe a tie and dress shoes. She found out Thursday night that dress shoes were not required but I still decided I was going to blow minds when I got to San Fran. So I wore one of my 2 Jerry Garcia ties with patterns on them from his paintings. Megan wore jeans with a top that highlighted her cleavage. Still not sure if the dress code thing was a joke but I do clean up nicely. Josh joked that Megan wanted it to look like I was her bodyguard.
We just hung out at the apartment Friday night. Delorean and Rachael (from my Tower Theatre and Hampton Furthur shows in the spring) had already gone down to the shows. So Friday night was just about recharging the batteries. I had woken up at 3:45 AM EST and never got back to sleep. It was 12:30 AM PST, so I had been up something like 23 hours, flown 3000 miles on 3 planes, and ready to sleep the sleep of the Dead. Because tomorrow it was all about going FURTHUR!
We got up to be greeted by fog rolling in from the Bay. Josh and myself headed out to go across town to get the rental car. And what kind of rental did we get? A VW Bettle? A VW Bus since you are in San Fran? Nope. How about a 2011 Mitsubishi Spyder convertible. Talk about a sweet ride. We got in, put the top down and headed out. The radio was on and Lady Gaga was playing. We were just 2 guys cruising around SF with the top down and Lady Gaga playing. Could anything be more San Franciscan that that?
Driving out of the city, up and down the hills and making crazy turns left and right, all accompanied by some breath taking views of the city. Switzer had brought a copy of Phish covering Exile on Main Street because that’s what she wanted to hear rolling down the Coast. Not aware of her plans, I had put the same set but an 8-channel matrix recording on my Ipod. Cameron Crowe can suck it. Josh with his cougar slaying eyes, Switzer’s dreads and flat brim, my beard going on 6 weeks range free, and Meg looking like Jackie O crossed with Thelma from Thelma and Louise, we hit the road like escapees from an insane asylum.
We were so set. The drive down the Pacific Coast highway was mindblowingly beautiful. The Pacific to my right and amazing mountains to my left. When we went through some fog it was freezing. Then we would hit sun and be basking in the California sunshine. Megan said my description of the fog “That fog on the twisty part of the highway was fucking cold” was the academic statement of the weekend; I concur.
We stopped by a beach to chill out. Incredible view of the ocean. Got moving again on our way down to Santa Cruz and the Staff of Life Co-op. Fantastic food. Heady local brews and post show food was procured. I highly recommend the Shepherd’s Pie. They had veggie bacon. I ate some of it but the sandwich had overwhelmed my over processed taste buds. Back on the road and to the show.
The show was held at the Monterey County Fairgrounds. Monterey is about 2.5 hours south of San Francisco, the hotel Delorean got was like a 6-minute walk. Mad props to her. I had my doubts but we all survived.
The Lot was actually on the street. There was a parking field but they wouldn’t let anyone on it. How East Coast of them. But in all seriousness, it was a great scene. Lots of older, wiser Heads. I recognized one guy vending from the East Coast. He was at Camden this year and I asked to buy one wrap. He made it up and said, ”You wanted 2 right?” Nice try but this ain’t my first show.
Nice vibes in the Lot until much later. Met some guy named Bear. Met a kid named James, only 22 but playing the Warlock’s demo from 11/65. I commented on it and we shot the shit for 15 minutes. A bluegrass band got set up in one lot. The poses were similar to my amazing Old and in the Way hoodie, which didn’t even get remarked upon. That hoodie’s awesomeness is the NORM out there. Get inside and TCB. Delorean ran into some heady parents of a girl she used to train for swimming. Real homey vibe. West Coast Furthur is where it’s at!
10/8/11 Monterey County Fairgrounds, Monterey, CA
Set 1 Stranger, Althea, Good Morning Little School Girl, No More Do I > FOTD, Viola Lee Blues> Comes A Time>Throwing Stones
Set 2 Golden Road>Shakedown St>Truckin’>Let It Grow>All Along the Watchtower>Morning Dew>Help On the Way>Slipknot> The Eleven> Franklin’s Tower
Donor Rap, One More Sat Night
You can stream the show here
http://www.archive.org/details/Further2011-10-08.Further-Monterey-10-08-11
Always get a Stranger opener in an area you’ve never seen a show before. The Friend of the Devil was really good with the extra harmonies. Viola Lee, The Golden Road, Morning Dew, and Schoolgirl were all from the era of 1965-67, when they lived on 710 Asbury St. Nice touch boys. Comes a Time was EPIC. The whole second set was mind blowing. Just what I needed. While representing the Steelers on the West Coast with my hat, ran into 2 fans. And one guy from Green Bay who was busting my balls in a good way.
After meeting a lot of different Heads before and during the show, it finally wound down and we headed out to the Lot. As I’ve noted before, I always find the vibe post show a little darker. The anticipation of the show is gone. The addicts are looking for their next fix. We were hanging out near Nitrous Central. There were at least 3 different tanks going and overall a chill scene. The cops were nowhere to be found. Then out of the constant din of tanks hissing and the occasional popped balloon, all hell broke loose. Two guys were throwing punches at each other. The one guy started choking the other and fell into a few of the tanks as they struggled. Wow, how East Coast of them. But then again, California did give us Altamont. Honestly, it looked like something off the Camden lot during the Phish 2.0 era. We announced we were getting the fuck out of there and someone remarked in all nitrous seriousness, “Why would you want to get out of here?” That almost doesn’t even deserve a comment.
We hung out at the hotel and chilled with our neighbors. Meet some chick named Jessica who busted her ass to amass some cash and now was just traveling around the country. Really reminded me of some of the Heads I used to meet on Tour. A lot tougher to do that with the prices and economy in 2011 than it was in 1993. We managed to get a few hours of sleep. Then breakfast at Denny’s and we hit the road to go back to San Fran.
Our last day in the City by the Bay was all about the touristy stuff. We went down to Fisherman’s Wharf after waiting for 3 different buses and finally hopping on the BART train. We had an amazing view of the Bay as the sunset. We had the Bay Bridge on our right and the Golden Gate Bridge on our left, with the hills of Marin County directly in front of us. What a vivid visual to cap off an incredible weekend.
We got up at 3:45 AM to get a cab at 4:15 AM to get us to the airport by 4:45 AM. I reserved a cab the day before but was very paranoid if it was going to show up. While waiting for it, a cab from another company showed up. I grabbed him and then waited for Megan to come down. Of course, a minute later the cab I called for showed up. He was rather pissed and I pointed out he was not there at 4:15 so I grabbed the first available cab I found. Had to get a little East Coast on his ass and he did likewise, said a few things and left.
We made it to the airport with time to spare. We got to the gate for our flight and Megan asked how it looked for the Standby tickets. The woman behind the counter remarked, “It could happen.” They had one seat for Megan and maybe one for me. The owner of the seat had checked in but hadn’t made it through security yet. Or he was in the bathroom with some explosive diarrhea. Or he was getting shit faced at a bar that is open at 5:55 in the AM. But when the clock said 6:04, and the plane was ready to leave at 6:05, they looked down the hallway for any runners. When no one was galloping down the hall, I jumped on board, the door shut and we were rolling away from the gate. I hope his checked bag wasn’t on the flight.
Our original “schedule” had us getting into Chicago and then a 4-hour layover for a flight to Philly. We ended up deplaning at Gate 8. Megan walked to the employee working Gate 9 and asked how it looked for us to get on the flight that was leaving in 4 hours. She then noticed the plane at Gate 9 was going to Philly and leaving in 5 minutes. When asked, the employee replied there were plenty of seats. We hopped on and got to Philly at 3:35 EST. Much better than getting in at 7:30. I could not but keep laughing at our tremendous fortune. Megan remarked that it isn’t usually this smooth and she has spent many a time crying at some out of the way airport, as she had to wait hours for a flight with space for her. I remarked we were on Tour and that’s how things fall into place for me.
Got back into an East Coast state of mind and hit the Turnpike to get back home. Just got through before the normal bullshit of rush hour and got home at a decent time. Took a couple of days to punch this out but am really happy with the result. Thanks again to Courtney and Delorean for their unlimited hospitality. Until we meet again San Fran, thank you for the memories and I’ll see the rest of you on the Road.
Dave Kemp
BA in American Studies
Ph.D. in Rock and Roll
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