9/24/2023 0 Comments Sometimes a great notion kesey![]() ![]() “I had this idea of putting together a band that didn’t have any material, nothing worked out - just the extreme version,” he says. And Garcia also hopes at some point to pull together another band, featuring Edie Brickell on vocals, for shows of entirely improvised music and lyrics. Of course, the Jerry Garcia Band is a going concern, with an East Coast tour planned for November. ![]() For a collaboration with the Redwood Symphony, with which his eldest daughter plays violin, Garcia is commissioning works for orchestra and guitar. We share interests, and I think there’s stuff that we could do together in the hypothetical future that would be fun for him and for us - and possibly good for other things, too.”Īn album of traditional children’s songs, Not for Kids Only, with mandolinist David Grisman is set to appear in September on Grisman’s label, Acoustic Disc. It’s nice that we get to meet him, hang out with him a little bit and sort of. “Everybody knows he’s a wonderful musician and a truly fine person, too. “Sting’s an A-list guy,” Garcia says before one of the shows. Garcia - whom Sting has genially dubbed Father Christmas - has taken to joining Sting onstage during his sets, adding his characteristically spidery guitar lines to a moody medley of “Tea in the Sahara” and “Consider Me Gone” on the first of two Chicago dates. ![]() I liked ‘Friend of the Devil.’ And ‘Box of Rain.'” For his part, Garcia, after a stunning jam with Sting’s group during sound check at Soldier Field two days later, asks a bystander the title of one of the songs the band had played (“Walking on the Moon”) and which album it was on. “I listened to American Beauty last night for the first time in 10 years,” Sting tells Garcia as the two men relax one evening in the bar of the Four Seasons Ritz Carlton Hotel in Chicago. ![]() Not that they had exactly memorized each other’s musical catalog before Sting agreed to open a run of dates for the Grateful Dead during their summer stadium tour. There followed scores of relatives of various nationalities: White Man Creek, Dutchman Creek, Chinaman Creek, Deadman Creek, and even a Lost Creek, claiming with a vehement roar that, in spite of hundreds of other creeks in Oregon bearing the same name, she was the one and only original.Then Leaper Creek.Hideout Creek.Bossman Creek.I watched them one after another pass beneath their bridges to join in the gorge running alongside the highway, like members of a great clan marshaling into an army, rallying, swelling, marching to battle as the war chant became deeper and richer.They make an unlikely pair - one portly, in a rumpled windbreaker, black T-shirt and jeans, the other painfully fit, impeccably turned out in an elegant silk jacket - but Jerry Garcia and Sting seem to have hit it off quite nicely. Darling Ida Creek slipped demurely from beneath a covered bridge to add her virginal presence, only to have the family name blackened immediately after by the bawdy rollicking of her brash sister, Jumping Nellie. Across a glacier-raked gorge I saw Lynx Falls spring hissing and spitting from her lair of fire-bright vine maple, claw the air with silver talons, then crash screeching into the tangle below. Then Dog Creek, then Olson Creek, then Weed Creek. Then came Chichamoonga, the Indian Influence, whooping along with its banks war-painted with lupine and columbine. “Down through the druid wood I saw Wildman join with Cleaver Creek, put on weight, exchange his lean and hungry look for one of more well-fed fanaticism. Only with me, I couldn’t figure what I thought I’d lost: no cats that I could think of, and I don’t know as I was missing a flock. He was trying to check around quick and get everything in its place, like Squeaky had needed to do when she’d lost her cat, and like me wanting to see them logs again. Where is my world? he was wanting to know, and where the hell am I if I can’t locate it? He had lost his way and was out there flying the river, out of his head looking for it. That was the same notion I got hearing that lost goose honking: that he wasn’t so much just asking where the lost flock was-he was wanting to know where the river was, and the bank, and everything hooked up with his life. a sound kind of like Joe’s little girl Squeaky made the time she come running in from the barn hollering that her special cat was in the bottom of the milk can drowned and where was everything? She wasn’t crying or carrying on, just hollering my cat got drowned where is everybody? She wouldn’t calm down till she’d gone all over the whole house and talked to everybody and seen everything. ![]()
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