The weekend was as clear and sunny as last weekend was
torrential with rain and floods. Meals:
lunch on the water at Sausalito; lunch in Berkeley with Olivia and Dan at Café Gratitude
(with dishes like: “I Am Extraordinary,” “I Am Humble,” etc., so that when you
order a dish, you affirm yourself); lunch at the Panama Hotel; lunch in Fairfax
(where Olivia urged me to move – Pamella wasn’t too sure).
Saw Nick and Jess as soon as we unloaded our stuff at the
hotel; they’d arrived last Sunday and saw the final Scofield show; they would stay for Thursday and Friday-only
for the Q.
Highlights: the Terrapin Crossroads venue. The musicianship. The
25-minute opener: jam > Golden Road, the longest version of this song you’ve
ever heard. The UJB / Night of 1,000
Stars from the third night. The covers: Good Times, Bad Times; Southern Cross, Jessica, Give Me Love, Can't Find My Way Home. Having
Philip and Witt come up for Sunday night, standing right in front of Jimmy’s
amp. Giving Rob a t-shirt; he said he
would keep it on the DL. A China Cat
> (Midnight) Rider. Molo -- sweating,
grimacing, gesturing, leading -- all the time.
Lowlights: no “Just a Little Light.” Not recovering from jet lag as quickly as you’d
like. Warren seemed like more of a grounding, anchoring factor than inspirational leader, (whereas Jimmy burned the whole time). Super low light: the final night encore of Attics of My Life: Rob and Jimmy on acoustic guitars; Rob, Phil and Warren singing into one mic; Rob's voice cracking and missing notes left and right. In 12 years you've never heard him miss a note, period. This was . . . unsettling.
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