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    Velvet

    From Bradm's mom...

    Just received this email from Bradm's mother Lois today: "We brought his ashes back when he died and until yesterday (Sunday) the urn was in my bedroom closet. To back track, when his Dad died in 2002, Ken was on our condo's Board of Directors and in his honour, a white magnolia bush was planted on our condo property. Steve and I decided to put Brad's ashes around the base of what has become a BIG tree. Yesterday here was a bit cloudy and even though there is a walking a path close to the tree no gardening staff were on duty. We took a spade, loosened the earth and put the ashes around the tree. As you may gather the McFarlane's are not outwardly religious. Steve and Brad were both Monty Python fans and Steve said a few words as did I. We came back up to the condo and Steven found a video of John Cleese giving a eulogy at Python's Graham Chapman's death ( I think it was his) singing Always Look on the Bright Side of Life If you haven't seen it, check out YouTube. It was hilarious and we figured Brad would approve............Lois"
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    Personally, I just love The Grateful Dead. Fast, slow, in-between, happy or sad. What some corporate owned puppet journalist, haters, or even you freaks here on this forum think doesn't mean shit to me in the end, nor will anything change that for me. Love, like or hate them, there isn't, never was and never will be, anything like the Grateful Dead, and I fuckin love that. Cheers.
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    Booche

    Epic Covers

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    Esau.

    In memory; Favourite Hip/Gord moments

    Figured this was the best thread to share this.
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    https://youtu.be/x56mFbNvlEc Get your dance moves ready for friday night's madness, it should be a great night of freaky music. Hope to see you there ! Peace https://youtu.be/6KUo_wNVxTw
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    Hmmm....well all true that is certainly not how I would boil down my peach experience Fourth year in a row...thought it was my fifth but I think I'm losing count. 😜 The vibe of this festival is one of the best in my opinion. Magical shining people everywhere. You sure do have to work hard and arrive early to get a good set up (in the trees on less sloped, less rocky land) but so well worth it. They continuously put out one of the best lines ups of the year every year...the water park is a huge plus and a hydrating salvation. Yoga in the mornings to work out all that muscle soreness. I also splurge for a massage from the healing tent on most days...some talented intuitive individuals in there. Our first rain free weekend which made things so much easier...cleaner I generally make my own breakfast/lunch. My favourite vendor is Asian Sensation....their dumplings and spicy Korean chicken bowl are superb. Thursday night we kicked things off with Aqueous (surpassed my expectations...great set...I'd seen them before...appear to be gaining depth and are on the rise). This was followed by Billy effin Strings....he just rips on that acoustic. I hope he maintains the stamina and lifestyle to entertain us into old age. Caught a set of Pigeons Playing Ping Pong...they're great fun, lots of energy...I eventually get bored but good. Opted not to catch their late night set that night but mostly to pace myself. String Cheese!!! They came out swinging. Thursday was their first of three sets that weekend and every single one was a festival highlight. They just have a little bit of everything that I love. Friday yoga, followed by Infamous Stringdusters (solid, enjoyable set....hard to top seeing them at Nelson Ledges and dancing in the soft sand). Unfortunately missed Cory Wong (opted not to climb another hill and back as I wanted to see Blues Traveler). Blues Traveler was fun but I think I enjoyed them more the last time I saw them at vibes. Nevertheless their hits get everyone moving. Moe.....heard so many people expressing indifference towards moe. I don't get it. To me they are still a straight up delightful rock/jam band and I enjoy them every time. Seeing them in a bar is my preference but that's true for most bands. Two more magical sets of String Cheese, followed by the Allman Betts Band. I thought they sounded great! Both the allman covers and originals. Just happy to see that music kept alive. Didn't make it to Saturday yoga...in large thanks to the brahs who decided to plug in and amplify music throughout the hills at like 4 or 5 in the morning or whatever it was. If you're going to do that (and please don't) at least be good...or even mediocre. It was terrible. I heard they got busted by cops on the following night. While I wouldn't wish that on anyone and don't know what they were taken down for, I was pleased this charade was a one time performance. Ended up being a late start by the time I got into the music. I was disappointed to miss both Ghost Light and Stephen Marley....but there was a heavy night in store. Lettuce>Greensky Bluegrass>double dose of TAB> followed by JRAD. I couldn't have been more blissed out. TAB was a definite festival topper for me. We had anywhere from a half dozen to 20 Canadians clustered at any one time and I got a huge kick out of watching people get sucked into, energetically lifted, or just plain out puzzled by our 'infectious' swirling energy. I believe we were excellent ambassadors. There's always a few Americans that want to come home with us lol. JRAD's set was also a tonne of fun despite missing their master conductor. I was choked to hear of that very shortly before they were to go on, but congrats to the Russo family. Sunday we packed down....wavered back and forth because it is the last thing you feel like doing on day 4....almost stayed another night but was really glad to have a clean bed, shower and hotel to go to at the end of the night. As a result of the pack down and slow moving haze we were in we missed Yonder which was a shame. Caught the end of the Inaugural Guitar pull and had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with Stanley Jordan. What a tasteful talented player. Next up was Marcus King Band. This is my third time seeing him this year and he was cookin' as usual. Truly one of the greatest vocalists of all time in my opinion. I ended up missing most of Warren and Grace but really needed a massage and a swim to straighten things out. Made it back in time for good ole' Phil and Friends including Warren, Scofield, Graeme Lesh, Holly Bowling and John Molo. Once they got warmed up they put on a great show. Scofield is still a monster. An absolute privilege to still be able to see Phil do his thing and play with such improvisational mastery at his age. I had the best company one could ever ask for and reflected on that many many times throughout the weekend and how delicate life is and how lucky I have been. Heart is full of love and I always have renewed hope about this messed up world when I immerse myself in this freaky free flowing crowd. And....back to reality...aches and pains and things to do, but never the same. I just try and carry a little bit of that magic through the rat race until next time.
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    c-towns

    CityFolk 2018 rumours

    Awesome show by the Turtles last night at the Danforth, it had been way to long. Great three part harmonies and good gawd does the fiddle player shred that thing. An excellent evening all around. Hilarious tweet by the turtles today; Very excited to play @CityFolkFest in Ottawa today. Tainted slightly by the sadness of playing at the same time as David Byrne. Honestly, if any of you come to our show while that is taking place you should really take a long look at your life choices
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    Jaimoe

    Epic Covers

    Live from 1972. Mick Taylor is on fire on slide:
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    Aloha - Remembering BradmAn evening to commemorate the life of our good friend Brad McFarlane featuring some of his favourite Ottawa musicians:Burnt ReynoldsPaulie and Stu from The Dusty DriftersDeath CakeSuper Awesome ClubWednesday, December 13th, 2017Irene’s Pubno cover/8pm
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    Just knowing that a band has named itself Twiddle is enough for me to not want to hear them.
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    bradm

    Epic Covers

    Aloha, Brad
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    Northern Wish

    Gord Downie

    This cool note landed in our business inbox recently:
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    Booche

    R.I.P Richard “Dickie” Moore

    God bless Red. Red Fisher: Remembering great friend and Habs legend Dickie Moore, dead at age 84 I am looking for the right words, but where do you start? How do you say goodbye to a dear friend of more than six decades when tears get in the way? How do you say a final farewell to Dickie Moore, who passed away on Saturday. He was 84. I have known so many of the NHL’s players since the mid-1950s. Almost without exception, I was full of admiration for their talent, but only a few among them were to become friends. Dickie was my closest friend. Advertisement It goes back to his hockey days in the late 1940s when Canadiens GM Frank Selke Sr. anointed him Canada’s best junior. I watched him mature with the Quebec Senior Hockey League Royals and shine as few others in the NHL. Even as a junior, he was all about “team,” a player blessed with a special mixture of courage and on-ice talent surpassed only by his decency as a human being. They were qualities that served him so well at the game’s every level. They were what made him so endearing to so many of us who knew him and those who did not. Who can forget his 1957-58 season with the Canadiens, midway through a dynasty that was to win a record five Stanley Cups in a row? A broken wrist he suffered during a collision with Detroit defenceman Marcel Pronovost threatened to cut short a scoring championship year. Moore, the competitor, wanted to win the Art Ross. He had his eye on the prize, but Moore, the team man, had other ideas. One night, when the Canadiens were travelling on the train, he asked for a meeting with coach Toe Blake and his linemates, Maurice and Henri Richard. At the time, Henri was Dickie’s closest pursuer in the scoring race. Dickie told them he could still play with his wrist in a cast, but for how long? And as long as he played with an injury that would sideline most players, how much could he contribute to the line? “It’s not fair to Henri,” Moore told Blake. “It’s not fair not to allow him to win the scoring title.” The meeting lasted no more than a few minutes. It ended abruptly when Maurice and Henri told Blake: “There’s no damned way he’s going off the line.” Moore remained on the line. He played with his wrist imprisoned in a cast for the second half of the season. He won the Ross with an NHL-leading 36 goals and 48 assists in a 70-game season. Henri finished four points behind. Moore won it again the following year with 41 goals and 55 assists. How much did Dickie mean to the Canadiens? In the six-team league, no rivalry was as fierce as the Maple Leafs and the Canadiens. Hardly a game would pass without the benches being cleared. One night, in Toronto, Henri moved in to check Frank Mahovlich. The latter had all kinds of room. Instead, he fired the puck directly at Richard’s head. Dickie led the charge off the bench. After the period, GM Selke hurried to the Canadiens room with a message for Blake. “Don’t start Moore in the next period,” he told Blake. “Why not?” “We don’t need that kind of trouble,” Selke snapped. Dickie started the third period. Moore, the player, was like the Park Extension district in which he grew up: tough and relentless. His heart was almost too big for his own good. Winning for his team was what he loved; losing was what he hated. If fighting was needed, Moore would fight. If playing with pain was needed, nobody on the Canadiens had to ask him twice. Speed wasn’t among Dickie’s strong points, but few players performed with more finesse despite bad knees which plagued him throughout his career — and beyond. He didn’t out-skate opponents, but his strength was in out-thinking them. Few players handled the puck as well as he did, and nobody was as good in a one-on-one with a goaltender. He overcame adversity better than most players, but what he couldn’t handle was the frustration of not playing, which happens to so many players late in their careers. The Canadiens were in Chicago on this night, only a few days before Christmas. The cracks had widened in the dynasty that had won Stanley Cups from 1955-56 through 1959-60. The Rocket had been forced into retirement prior to the start of the 1960-61 season. Dickie’s best friend on the team, Doug Harvey, had been shipped to the Rangers after the 1961-62 season. In the two seasons following their astonishing string of five consecutive Stanley Cups, the Canadiens had finished first in their division, but failed to get beyond the first round. Changes were needed and, as a result, a few of the veterans spent a lot of time on the bench. Against the Blackhawks, Dickie was among them. He knocked on my hotel room door at 2 a.m. “You awake?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m always awake at two o’clock in the morning. What’s up?” “I’m going home in the morning,” he said. “I can’t take this any longer. There’s no point hanging around if I’m not playing.” “Whoa! Did I hear you say you’re quitting the team?” I asked. “Is that the way you want people to remember Dickie Moore? As a quitter? If you leave now, that’s the way you’ll be remembered,” he was told. “And face it, Dickie, right now you’re not doing a hell of a lot out there when you’re on the ice.” “Can’t score sitting on the bench,” he muttered. “Have you talked to Toe about it?” “I haven’t told him I’m going home, but I’ve made up my mind. If I can’t play, I’d much rather be at home with the family,” Moore said. “I can handle anything the fans will say about this. They’re not sitting on the bench. I am,” he added. We argued about it for the next two hours. Finally, Moore said: “OK, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll go with the team to Detroit. If I don’t play, I’m gone. I’m playing pretty well when I get on the ice, but I can’t buy a goal.” “Try shooting more often,” he was told. “Whenever you’re on the ice, all you do is pass the puck to Henri.” Moore was in the starting lineup two nights later. Henri won the faceoff and dropped the puck back to Moore. He was only one stride across centre ice when he released a rising shot at Terry Sawchuk. Goal! The press box in the old Detroit Olympia was fairly close to the ice. The instant the puck eluded Sawchuk, Moore raced down the left side of the rink, swept around behind the net and skated along the boards. Then, as he approached the press box he looked up, raised his stick and waved it. The smile he wore lit up the arena. Later in the game, he scored a second goal. He was to score 24 goals in 67 games in that 1962-63 season, his last with the Canadiens. He stayed out of hockey the next season, returned to play 38 games with Toronto in 1964-65, stayed out of hockey for the next two seasons, but answered Scotty Bowman’s call in St. Louis in 1967-68, when the NHL doubled in size to 12 teams. The Canadiens arrived in St. Louis for their first meeting with the Blues roughly 20 games into that expansion season. Both teams were struggling at the time. The Blues were in last place of the West Division, the Canadiens last in the East. The Canadiens won what had been a tight game — Bowman’s first with St. Louis as head coach. He had a message for me. “I’m bringing in your friend,” he said. “Yeah? Who?” “Dickie.” There was no need to mention the surname. For me, going back to his junior days, there was only one Dickie. The Blues had been attracting only 5,000 fans at most of their games up to that point in the season, but with the addition of Moore and Harvey, they played to sellout crowds and finished the season in third place with 70 points in a 74-game schedule. Dickie scored only five goals and three assists in 27 games. The Blues beat Philadelphia in seven games in the first round. Then, they needed a goal from Larry Keenan 4:10 into the second overtime of Game 7 in a 2-1 victory over Minnesota to move into the Stanley Cup final against the Canadiens. They fell in four, but the Canadiens needed overtime goals in two of the games. Dickie led the Blues with seven goals in 18 playoff games. He assisted on another seven. This time he retired for good. The greatest moment of his Hall of Fame career came on Nov. 12, 2005, when, through misty eyes, he watched his No. 12 raised to the rafters. You wonder what players think about at times like these, but what I knew for certain was that he was thinking about his mother, Ida, and his father, Charles, a city of Montreal employee who worked so hard to raise 10 kids. He was thinking about his brothers Charlie, Bill, Eddie, Bert, Tommy, Danny, Reggie, Jimmy and his sister Dolly — wishing they were all there. Sadly, by then, all gone, except Jimmy, who has since passed away, but he could feel their arms around him. He could feel their love. He was thinking about his son, Dickie Jr., who had died alone in the darkness of an early morning decades earlier in a one-car accident on a road leading to Arundel in the Laurentians. He was thinking about his wife, Joan, who has never fully recovered from her son’s death. He was thinking about his daughter Lianne and his son, John. Laughter always has come easily to Dickie, as it does to all of those marvellous people who have the rare quality of enjoying life to the fullest. Too many people I know don’t regard a day complete unless they can convince themselves and others that life is beating their brains out. They don’t care who knows it. They wear their misery on their sleeves. They depress me. Not Dickie. He always made the day brighter. I can remember a time in 1960 when the Candiens held their training camp in Victoria. One day, we were walking through the halls of the hotel where the team stayed. Not a sound was heard in the hotel’s greenhouse — except for some squeaks. “What are those strange noises?” he was asked. “Those aren’t strange noises,” he said. “They’re my knees.” Like the rest of us, Dickie had his share of bad times. He could be breaking up inside, but he always regarded tears as private things. It stayed in the family. Joy and laughter were what he shared with others … always trying to make the people around him feel better. He cared for people, young and old alike. I will miss so much about him. His courage. His laughter. His bad jokes. His goodness. Some years ago, Dickie was involved in a life-threatening accident. It happened in Dorion on Aug. 27, 2006, under a pelting rain. He was slowly leaving a shopping mall’s parking area when he was sideswiped on the driver’s side by a truck. Forty-five minutes passed before rescuers were able to remove him from his vehicle. He was rushed to the Montreal General Hospital, where doctors discovered he had suffered spinal and neck injuries. Eleven broken ribs. A knee injury. There were fears his kidney had been punctured. There was massive bleeding. Several days before the accident, Dickie had visited the resting place of his son. “It won’t be long now, Richard,” he said. “It won’t be long.” Dickie Jr.’s death so many years ago had left huge holes that never fully mended in the hearts of those he left behind. A boy: dead at 17. How do you deal with that? Somehow, Dickie did. On Saturday, when so many of us wept, father and son finally embraced
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    we are psyched to lay down some heavy Psche ♫ there will be a special tribute to an album that has been on the charts since 1973, over 1500 weeks featuring the sounds of Drew slater on keys it should be a nice mix of music, atmosphere, and good vibes come and Space your face with us !! <iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/x56mFbNvlEc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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    The Cage 292 (292 College st, at Spadina, Toronot) is now running it's Psychedelic Fridays weekly. https://www.facebook.com/PsychedelicFridays Dec. 5 , The Mark T. Band: An Evening of Jerry Garcia Band Music https://www.facebook.com/marktband?fref=ts Dec/ 12 Mike Hopkins and The Formula: Original Funk w/ The Better Lates Dec/ 19 Caution Jam: X mas party https://www.facebook.com/cautionjam?fref=ts also many more soon including Must Stash Hat, Jackets , Diesel Dog and more Our main room holds 170 with Concert sound and our front room stage holds 50 -70 on a small intimate system. Come on out and support the local jamband scene on a weekly. Please "like" us on Facebook and don't forget to "like" the bands that we are hosting. They are the reason we doing it!
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    Booche

    Junior Parker - Taxman

    You dont often hear a twist such as this
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    I can't remember the last time I saw a roll call thread on here. I thought the occasion warranted one. Soooo....whose in? Limo bussing into Toronto from Hamilton with a bunch of folks and then off to Blossom. Looks like weather is going to be nice which is a feat these days. Excited.
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    Booche

    King Gizzard in Montreal

    Get tickets for the MTL show Jaimoe because this wont be something you will want to miss. They played the same MTL venue last time while the show/performance will bring you to your knees. We can get a hotel room together, I am no longer a wookie - shoot me a text and I will get tickets plus a room for us you little bitch, we can get a room with 2 separate beds. This is an Australian band you don't want to miss. You schooled me on which made me fall in love with Soundtrack Of Our Lives? I still owe you one and it's these guys. Zero hyperbole. This is a fantastic venue and for this show I am not going to keep drinking until close to showing up time. I want to be up on the balcony. Get a crew up there early, save seats when someone grabs a beer while standing in seemingly non-existent lines, and fucking rage Planet Of The Apes style. Pure psychedelic rock minus any noodly jams you despise. Completely minus. In and out solos. This is a group mind with a feeling of stream of consciousness thing. "Are they making this up on the fly?" - my guess is no but you never know at times because shit gets melodically weird in beautiful fashion. They are brilliant. I have now seen them twice and cant imagine them pulling off a dud, let alone walking away with my jaw on the ground.
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    Esau.

    Epic Covers

    Neal Casal, Mike Pascale, Alex Koford, Brian Lesh, Ross James
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    bONES

    Epic Covers

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    c-towns

    Epic Covers

    Robin Williams pet my dog once.
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    edger

    Untold Stories of Paul McCartney

    The more you know
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    edger

    Jazz Fest Report - Bella Tagaq-a

    Thanks for sharing these! It's been too long since I've seen Bela. And Jerry Douglas for that matter. You painted a nice picture
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    Ahhhh the show that never happened eh?!? I bet there are clues on the album cover that point to it having all been a hoax...post a scan and we'll pick it apart. oh hang on, here it is The "L"s in the shape of sevens is my first thought- significance of seven in the book of revelations: seven plagues (15:1, 6, 8, 21:9), seven thunders (10:3, 4), etc;
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    Freak By Night

    Forums have been moved - finally

    Thank Mike.
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    uncle_meat

    Baker's Dozen favorites

    I think the best jams were (in no real order): CDT Twist S & S ~> Caspian Lawn Boy Simple Crosseyed It's Ice Ghost Ocean Sing Mr. C Carini Sand Oh Canada ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As for shows: 4 ; 13 ; 3 ; 12 ; 8 ; 2 ; 6 ; 10 ; 1 ; 5 ; 11 ; 9 ; 7 (this is difficult cause I only attended the last 3 shows while the rest were from the lazy-boy) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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    bradm

    Epic Covers

    Aloha, Brad
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    bradm

    Epic Covers

    Aloha, Brad
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    edger

    moe. Syracuse March 4th

    Was hoping to go to this but may take a pass as I'll be seeing them a bunch in April. Must say the last time I saw them play in Buffalo in the fall they were on fire...one of the strongest shows I've seen them do. They still got it and continue to grow! Looking forward to moe.down's line-up being released too...
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    That preview track is incredible.
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    Booche

    Epic Covers

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    phorbesie

    2016 Ottawa Jazz Festival

    One crazy thing that happened was a bunny hopped by me in the field, came out from near the stage and hopped towards the back. This was right when charlie was telling a story about a guy named blue steel, who could turn into a rabbit when he needed to get away. There is no way charlie saw that bunny and the timing was so weird. It was like blue steel appeared!
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    20 years ago today we played our first gig in Thunder Bay at Crocks n Rolls with what was to become Burt Neilson Band a few months later. Here's a recording of that show... we're quite young, so listen with that in mind. wink emoticon https://soundcloud.com/elcaptainredbea…/42096-crocks-n-rolls I've been writing stuff down lately, and pulled this excerpt out for today about how I met the guys and the lead up to that first show. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- captain redbeard.................................................................... It would have been in the Fall of 1995 that my high school shoegazer band Julian was playing at Crocks n Rolls with Ngoma, a many-membered World Beat band that rolled through town pretty often. I was wearing my favourite Grateful Dead shirt that night, I think just to be kinda punk against our faux British scene. While packing up after our set, a tall guy with long blonde dreads and a middle nose piercing came up to the stage and asked if I was interested in coming out and jamming some Dead and Allmans on the organ sometime with him and some other dudes. I didn’t know any Allman Brothers stuff, but thought that playing some Grateful Dead could be fun. This was Will Roberts. I had met him the previous summer in my back yard at 19 Crown St, which was an infamous free-spirited street in Thunder Bay, just south of Hillcrest Park. Cheap rent, lots of old houses, lots of students and lots of hippies. There was a pretty great community of friends that lived around there, including my pal James Mason who had moved into the main floor of 19 Crown a while back, sleeping in a pretty swank closet under the stairs! We hung there quite a bit, and when the apartment upstairs came up for rent, he suggested I move in. So I did. I convinced my best pal, Jerome Santos to move in with me, and we set about splitting $450/month for a rather rundown but funky 2nd floor apartment. This became THE spot for our gang, as we were the first of our group of friends our age to get their own pad, and we took full advantage of it. Parties, parties and more parties. Late nights, all nights... you name it. I put a couch in my bedroom!! I could do that kind of thing now that I was on my own. James' roommate downstairs was a girl named Jessica Rosa, and over the summer of 95, a guy she knew from her hometown of Brantford had moved to Thunder Bay. I first introduced to Will on a beautiful sunny day sharing a joint on the steps behind our house. So I didn’t actually know how to play any Grateful Dead songs, but knew the tunes well enough and figured I could follow along. I was really eager as a musician around this time, taking in all the new music I could. And I wasn't scared to jump into something completely new either. This was when I realized I couldn’t play keyboards as well as I might have thought. At this point, my recent hobby of guitar playing had easily surpassed my piano skill! So when I got together with Will to jam, I found I really didn’t know what I was doing. I was self taught on the keys, and came up playing relatively simple one-finger New Order and Depeche Mode synth lines. Easy stuff a kid with a synthesizer could handle. Darryl Lahteenmah, drummer and musical genius of Julian, showed me where to put my fingers for any chord work I’d ever done with that band, not really telling me what chords I was playing. I had to start learning what hand positions were what chords, and start linking that up with my ears and my brain. I came up with a few of my own in this period! I had a good chunk of band experience, but what I was getting into opened up a whole new realm of stuff I needed to take in. That first jam was myself with my Hammond L141 and mini Leslie, Will on bass, Jeffrey Kornblum on red drums with red cymbals, with Dan Denomme on acoustic guitar - and it was super fun. We got good and stoned… a couple times, and played in Jeffrey and Dan’s living room at 244 Secord St for hours. The music I'd been playing my whole life had been so structured, never with any room to open up and be improvised by a whole group. Of course, I had no improv skills at the time, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the hell out of letting loose like that. There’s a good chance we wound up drinking a pile of six dollar pitchers at the Italian Hall afterwards too. We all quickly agreed we’d have to do it again real soon. When I showed up the next time, Dan told me that this guy Mike was gonna come out that night, and he seemed pretty excited about it. I think he was supposed to come to the first jam we had, but couldn't make it for some reason or another. Right away I realized I’d seen Mike Filipowitsch play before - he was this dude I’d watched at the university bar The Outpost earlier in the Fall playing Dead songs on his acoustic guitar…. mostly incorrectly. But wow! Could he ever play. When he started jamming with us, it took off to a whole new level. And he could sing too! I recall being blown away by his voice. Mike then told me he had opened up for Julian a year earlier. He was on first, and apparently we didn’t say more than a few words to him and were kind of assholes. Figures. We used to sign posters with FYWJ. Fuck you, we’re Julian. Mike later told me, and continues to insist, I didn’t say a word to him that whole first jam. I guess I was and still am pretty shy. I do recall early in our knowing each other asking Mike if he wanted me to run up the street and grab my Gibson Les Paul Custom for him to play rather than his acoustic… to which he replied, “Why would I want to play that?” Classic Mike. Eventually he did play it. It was a beautiful instrument. University broke for for the holidays in December. I wasn’t going to school anywhere, just living on Crown St and working as a line cook at a Casey’s restaurant. When everyone got back from school, we didn’t jam for what seemed like a long time. I had even left my organ at the Secord house… a place they all referred to as DINKPIG, which was the house phone number. I guess we weren't doing any Julian jamming at this time either, who I was still fully playing with. I remember kinda feeling bad about not seeing the Secord guys for a few months, and it wasn’t until February or March that we jammed again. All those guys were from Southern Ontario and in Thunder Bay for school, so I guess they were focusing on that. Mike was from Kitchener, Jeffrey was from Toronto, Dan from Windsor, and Will from Brantford. I finally spoke to Jeffrey and set up another time to come over and play. When I showed up, I found out Will was no longer the bass player. This kid named Jeremy Little was now playing bass… and I didn’t like him. He quickly became one of my best friends, but at the time he was 18 years old, pushy and kind of aggressive. I think the first thing he told me was "I have 80 bootleg Phish tapes." He had brought his pal Lowell Binstock along to play a second drumkit. A guy I knew from the Crown St clan named Chris Leishman was there too playing congas. We got right back to it, getting together pretty regularly and playing with this new line up. Some mutual friends, Blair Lehman and Jeff Gibbons, ran a Thursday night jam at Crocks n Rolls, which we decided we should start showing up at. We put together a 'set'… Eyes of the World, New New Minglewood Blues, and strangely, just the second half of You Enjoy Myself, by a band called Phish the guys had started getting me into. I think we did 2 or 3 Thursdays, gradually building up a crowd of friends showing up, before we finally set up our own night. We’d been able to book April 20th, 1996, as the first show that wasn’t just a jam night. We even got paid! The guys all loved that this was the 20th day of the 4th month, something I'd never clued into before. We’d taken on the name Captain Redbeard, which being red bearded myself, I didn’t mind at all. It was better than The Dinkmen, which is I think what folks were referring to us as. I almost didn’t even go to that show! I was having some kind of crisis with my hair, and was feeling really self conscious, and strongly considered not even leaving the house and just bailing on the whole night. I came pretty close to doing that, but eventually convinced myself I could and should do it. We had booked two other bands to play with us that night. I don’t remember the first band’s name… similar to us but more bluesy and Allmans-y. After them was Apollo Groove Shuttle, a band made up of some local T Bay guys I knew. Andy, Luke, Myles, Tim, who played amazing guitar, and Esenge, who was killer vocalist. They were stunning… good enough that I was more than concerned about how our set would go over. But by the time our slot came up, the crowd made it easy for us to go up and do our thing. As did the booze. With everyone in the band but me being students at Lakehead University, we collectively had a ton of friends who filled the small bar, partying like we were the actual bands we were covering. They used to really cram them in at Crocks, and I think there was close to 200 people there. We played mainly our favourite parts of songs as opposed to the whole thing. The set opened with Wilson by Phish… just the chant part, that we switched up for “Caaaaaptaaaain…” and eventually sped up and went into New New Minglewood Blues. We played all of Eyes of the World next! A jam of Jer’s, Cyan Water followed, which went into the end funky part of You Enjoy Myself, ending with the Deodato/Phish version of Also Sprach Zarathustra. The one ‘original’ tune… Cyan Water, was basically just two chords over and over and over and over, with Jeremy saying "Cyannnn Waterrrrrr" occasionally. I never knew what that meant. Rather than write more changes, we opted to jump up and down at a certain point in the song. We even incorporated a change somewhere that was cued by Mike doing ‘crazy stuff with his head’ as we called it. If you've ever seen Dan play, especially in those days, you wouldn't be surprised that he sliced his hand open in the middle of the gig strumming his guitar like a malfunctioning weedwhacker, splattering blood everywhere inside it. Actually, it was Mike’s guitar that he was using, and redecorating. Mike played my Gibson. I’m sure the band alone out drank most of the room, and everyone was in great spirits that night. This was a bit of an end of year party, and was also one of the last shows ever at Crocks n Rolls, which closed it’s doors very shortly after that night after 13 years of supporting great music in the Lakehead. There was typically a good fight in the street afterwards, and it felt like it took us forever to pack up all our stuff once it was all done. I’m sure the 3 guys that helped me move my Hammond at the end of the night were feeling as little pain as I was. That night was one of my all time favourite stage moments… the kind of night I still strive for, hitting on a part of performing that I’d never experienced before. I was 20. I had all my hair. And I now I had a new band that I felt like I could do anything with. I think we all felt like we’d hit on something special.
  44. 1 point
    c-towns

    Epic Covers

  45. 1 point
    Booche

    New Grateful Dead SBDs?

    "The "no-brainer" download of the century." http://bt.etree.org/details.php?id=579267 http://bt.etree.org/details.php?id=579268 http://bt.etree.org/details.php?id=579269 http://bt.etree.org/details.php?id=579274
  46. 1 point
    boiler rat

    Jamland

    True. The tight collective is part of what makes it so special. Another big part of the jamland is the actual piece of magical property it is on. It can only handle so many people. I hope that the doc goes absolutely viral but I certainly hope everybody that sees it doesn't show up. There is always first timers there, which is great but too many at one time would be scary. Not sure if I'm expressing myself properly here. It's just the best.
  47. 1 point
    Nitro Compression

    Jamland

    Super excited for the screening. Very cool project Mark.
  48. 1 point
    edger

    Jamland

    I'd love to see some of you folks out at the screening and at jamland...I think you would really dig just how special it is. So much of all of the best things that we love and talk about on this board are captured in this little piece of space and time. So happy for you Mark that this is all coming to light!
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    Velvet

    Jamland

    Awesome and congratulations! I can't believe I haven't made it to one of these yet.
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    Maybe you could do a trade and the band could play for 4 hours and $60 at the clown's next party.
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