Davey Boy 2.0

that FUCKING out of tune guitar!!!!! jezus Bobby (+ his tech)

I just want to give a big cheers to everyone who has shared within this thread over the years. I've been introduced to so much awesome music just from this thread alone. You all kick ass. Drink up!
 
 

In.

Totally missed posting on here while August 9th was upon us and I cant believe none of you boners started a thread. WTF is wrong with you people? That is as a religious holiday as we all know. Fucking dickwads, the lot of you.
 
 

here's a video

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.
 

This should be a great night of tribute....too far away but nonetheless
https://www.axs.com/events/379390/what-the-night-brings-tickets
Artists include:
Bill Nershi, Billy Strings, Brendan Bayliss, Greensky Bluegrass, Hot Rize, The Infamous Stringdusters, Keith Moseley, Keller Williams, Leftover Salmon (Acoustic), Members of the Jeff Austin Band, Mimi Naja, Kyle Tuttle, Jean-Luc Davis, Julian Davis, Railroad Earth, The Travelin’ McCourys, Yonder Mountain String Band and more!

I love the rant, even though I don't understand any of it!! 

Set volume to eleven.
 

I’m just happy to see Boyd Tinsley still getting work. 

Groupon has substantial discounts available for this thing.  Don't pay full price!

Samesies.

You know what really grinds my gears?
 
When this lumberjack mother fucker who would probably be happier in the woods shooting bears, or fishing in some secluded northern Quebec cabin, decides that he isnt going to go off with an insanely hate-fueled rant about his ex or whatever it is he is singing about. Does anyone else remember feelings? Where the fuck did they go and why cant I listen to and watch Brent Mydland piss all over whoever or whatever he wants to piss on? Is this the reason why we have yet to see the infamous piss tapes via the orange buffoon from hell? WTF?
Get your shit together people. Brent Mydland is supposed to show and tell everyone his emotions like it is Kindergarten on steroids. Surely we can see, a little bit, but where is the rest of the story? Is he gas lighting anyone who chooses to watch that video? I fuckingly hope not or else I am going to start calling him on his cheezewhiz filled keyboard sounds. What are you doing bahd? Do you really think some of that shit hits? I gots a speedball on my Floridian property waiting for you if that is the case. We were at the show and he purposely took away the one thing that would take away the pain.
Brent shook his head at the end to signal the rest of the band he wasnt willing to take shit to the next level with pure evil because he got fucked around and then he died 10 days later which I had to find out from a gaggle of women we hung out with back in the day. Sitting around a backyard pool drinking beers and smoking hash. Welcome to the party bitch.
And that is what really grinds my gears.
 

That's me running from Angry Booche.

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"

One more sleep!! Yayyyyyy!
 

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.

https://www.nugs.tv/free/?showID=77
Wilco
Sunday, Jun 16th 2019, 2:30 PM ET
Paradiso
Amsterdam, NL
 

Following a late-afternoon wakeup and dragging my Bourbon Street-sized hangover to the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival (barely) in time to catch Bruce Springsteen’s amazing set, I found myself some Cajun nourishment and in short order made my way to the Saenger Theatre for a highly anticipated tribute concert dedicated to one of The Big Easy’s biggest heroes (and obvious inspiration for The Electric Mayhem’s hip-happenin’ far out bandleader, Dr. Teeth), the great Dr. John.
 
The lineup was scheduled to include the likes of Mavis Staples, Jimmie Vaughan, Gregg Allman, Lucinda Williams, The Blind Boys of Alabama, Warren Haynes, and so many more, not to mention the man himself, Dr. John; the anticipation of such a conglomerate of talent was almost exciting enough to cut through the self-imposed physical and mental crunch that I was enduring, though the Springsteen set had been energetic enough to have already propped me up a little, and I’m sure the solid sustenance I was able to get down my throat between events helped to bring me back to life.
 
But the theatre itself really bolstered my energy.  Merely stepping into the newly renovated space was somewhat exhilarating, the immaculately decorated flooring, the majestic chandeliers glistering overhead, the posh ornamentation of…everything.  Wow (I thought), this is what a theatre is supposed to look like.
 
Emerging upstairs into the balcony I was thankful for my comfortable seat and was instantly mesmerized by the glinting starry lights embedded into the impossibly wide, blue ceiling.  The upper crust of the theatre is inexplicably lined with Roman statues that lend it a pompousity that somehow remains firmly tasteful.  In short, the room was built to impress.
 
Just as I was getting settled in nice and comfy-like, the lights went down and the MC’s voice boomed through the PA, shocking the sold-out crowd out of their seats with a surprise opening announcement:
 
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to The Saenger Theatre tonight’s opening act, the king of New Orleans, Dr. John, and the Boss of New Jersey, Mr. Bruce Springsteen!”
 
The entire crowd leapt to their feet as the curtains went up revealing the evening’s stellar house band and the entire E Street Band backing up the good Doctor and The Boss on Right Place Wrong Time and we all went completely nuts together.  There was never a hint that Bruce Springsteen was going to be involved in the concert whatsoever and then he goes and opens the show!  That curtain drop truly stands out as one of the most exciting concert moments of my life.  My gosh, it was so exciting.
 
I think it even cured my hangover.
 
The night progressed with one astounding performance after another, as artists like Jason Isbell, Widespread Panic, Irma Thomas, Cyril Neville and so many more stood onstage and did their thing (or more accurately, Dr. John’s thing in their own style) to a wildly appreciative audience who collectively knew that they were witnessing something special.  Another great surprise addition to the evening was John Fogerty, while it was no big surprise that Gregg Allman sadly couldn’t make it after all, as his deteriorating health in his final years understandably caused cancellation after cancellation.
 
(I’m pretty sure that Lucinda Williams cancelled too, which is too bad.)
 
Oh, there was so much good music.  Ryan Bingham was there, and George Porter Jr., and Bill Kreutzmann and Chuck Leavell, Allen Toussaint and Anders Osborne and so many others.  It was a concert for the ages in the classiest room in America’s greatest city.  Not bad for $100.
 
Oh, and speaking of deals, shortly after getting through the door I noticed two things: 1) a monstrously long line to the merch table, where one of the few things for sale was a nice limited edition poster for the evening’s concert, and 2) a much shorter line where the VIP ticket-holders were picking up their free goody-bags.  A quick glance showed that each goody bag included a poster, so every VIP couple attending the show was getting two posters, AKA at least one more than they needed.
 
I bypassed the merch line altogether and approached the first couple I saw leaving the VIP table, offering the guy $20 for one of his posters.  You’d think I offered a vampire a pint of blood.  “Sure!” he yelped, handing me one of the posters.  “I was just going to throw the thing away.  Instead I think I’ll buy us a couple of drinks!” and taking his wife by the shoulder he led her off towards the bar.
 
I hadn’t actually noticed how much the posters were even going for so I doubled back to the merch table and checked.  $25.  Turns out my little brainstorm was pretty smart, fast, and economical.
 
The poster is framed and hangs in my kitchen.  It’s a daily reminder that no matter how hung over I am, a little bit of excitement and a lot of rock and roll can usually pull me through.

Geddy did an hour-long interview with CBC Radio host Alan Neal. The place was almost entirely full of Rush geeks of all ages.  Geddy's hilarious stories were mostly about the interviews he did with other notable bass players when he put together his book, and also about the bass players and music that influenced his playing. He had a funny Jewish mother joke (not the 1st time I've heard him tell it) which earned a round of applause! After a handful of questions from audience members, all attendees  bought the book lined up to get it autographed and to bask in his glow for 15-20 seconds.