Phish Summer Tour 2010 rolled on tonight at Town Park in Telluride, CO for the second show at one of the most gorgeous venues in the USA. [Photo by Eva
Boy, does Phish know how to pick the videos they release on Vimeo. The latest slice of awesomeness comes from the Charlotte show that went down on July 2. Check
The schedule for Furthur’s Fall Tour has come out in drips and drabs. After announcing shows at the DCU Center in Worcester, MA on November 19 and Madison Square Garden
When Umphrey’s McGee came to the Northeast for a quick tour through the area they hit two venues with stages set up “in the round.” Not only did Umphrey’s perform
Founded in 2001 as a bluegrass-only event, Hardly Strictly Bluegrass has morphed into easily the premier free festival in the country offering a diverse roster of roots, Americana, rock and
Last night, the San Francisco Giants paid tribute to Jerry Garcia on the 15th anniversary of his death at AT&T Park. Furthur’s Phil Lesh, Bob Weir and Jeff Pehrson kicked
After kicking off the second leg of their summer tour with a three-night stand in Berkeley, the members of Phish moved on to another beautiful venue – Town Park in
It appears Gregg Allman’s new liver is ready for some shows as the Allman Brothers Band have announced the first set of shows since the band’s namesake underwent a liver
Ever since Van Halen reunited with David Lee Roth for a successful and highly lucrative tour a few years back, there’s been tons of chatter about the band heading into
It was fifteen years ago when I awoke a bit haggard and bleary but pleased, having caught The Band – in its final incarnation – the night before in Central Park with a very young RatDog opening along with From Good Homes. At the time Bobby’s stalwart band, which was billed as RatDog for the first time at that show, was really just an extension of Bob and Rob, or Scaring the Children, playing stripped down versions of blues standards and a few GD tunes with the aid of Jay Lane and Matt Kelly.
It was a bright morning and being at the end of my college years, I was getting ready to travel to the other side of the planet in just a few days. My mind was a mix of journeys and music when my brother called to ask how I was doing. Fine, I told him. He was no big Dead fan, but we had logged a ton of Phish shows together so I started to recount the previous evening when he interrupted me.
“You don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“Jerry. Turn on the radio.”
I yelled, “Hey, turn on the radio!” Shakedown Street was playing.
“Jerry died.”
I began switching channels. Playing in the Band. Uncle John’s Band. Ripple.
What followed was a day of tears and pacing and concerned phone calls, a trip to Strawberry Fields that was too much and too little and too awkward to bear. That evening I hopped a train back upstate to my folks’ place and had a long weird interaction with a guy who hadn’t been to a show in years, but was having struggles with his family and told me how Black Muddy River was on his daughter’s bedtime mix tape. It was entirely surreal, only in passing a conversation about Jerry, but certainly one about sadness and loss.
Everyone of a certain age has a story about that day: being woken up or called out of a meeting for an important message, being given the night off by the boss without having to say a word, all the lines on the telephone lighting up simultaneously, gathering outside Hampton Beach Casino where they set up an outdoor speaker system while Bob and Rob played Knocking on Heaven’s Door. READ ON for more of this week’s Stormy Mondays…
