After hearing that the Grateful Dead reunion shows will be streamed from Chicago, IL and Santa Clara, CA, I have heard a couple people say things like “wouldn’t it be great if so-and-so showed up, wait, is he still alive?” and “I wish I could go back in time and hear Jerry play, just once (more)”. I am sure we have all had a similar daydream at some point; if I could go back in time and see anyone play live, Jimi Hendrix would be my choice.
Now let’s take this thought experiment a step further and ask ourselves the following question: if you were given an opportunity to go back in time and date a rock star, someone who died prematurely because of their personal demons, would you do it?
Close your eyes (not yet! you have to keep reading first) and imagine a time machine with a very limited feature set and GUI (graphical user interface). As you step into the time machine, all you see are a dozen or so buttons on the wall. Beside each button is the name of a dead rock star (don’t focus on the music genre, could be a pop star or country singer, but with “rock star” status.) No other controls are in the time machine, just buttons and names.
Each rock star next to each button has died prematurely due to alcohol, drug abuse, suicide, or maybe a car accident. The buttons might include Amy Winehouse, Curt Cobain, even Michael Jackson, who did not technically kill himself, but definitely had issues, both growing up and as an adult; I think we can all agree on that. The names don’t really matter, because in this thought experiment, you only need to choose one.
Back to the time machine, like I said, it has limited functionality and you can not choose exactly what time you get to travel back to. In fact, let’s call it The Limited Time Machine. When you hit a button next to a rock stars name, you will be transported back in time to a point in that rock star’s life where you can meet them, and get to know them on a personal level. You might even start dating them, and/or develop a long term relationship.
The Limited Time Machine would not guarantee love, but it would put you in a time and place where it could happen. All you can choose is which rock star you might want to date. That might be difficult for some readers, knowing deep down that your time with them is limited, either by the limited time machine taking you back to the future, or by their death. Or maybe another reason, it doesn’t matter; your time with them is limited.
Would you try to save them from their eventual demise? Or would you worry that if you tried to save them, it might negatively affect their music that brings so much happiness to the world? Do you really think you could save them if you tried? Wouldn’t it just be a matter of time until they died, or you were swept away by the Limited Time Machine?
Perhaps it would be better to just sit in the front row and watch, as your lover and confidant performed and delighted the crowds. That is where this blog post began, right? Going back in time as an innocent concert attendee, who did not know the person behind the mask, or what happened in the back of the tour bus. Could you love them just for who the were, and stop there? Would you be able to handle a relationship with them in the years leading up to their death, or only if you could know them in their earlier years, when things were easier?
So again, I ask you to close your eyes, and imagine you are stepping into this limited time machine. Would you push the button to date a dead rock star? Which one, and why?
Please submit your comments below or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org .
Nothing Is Shaking On Sir Francis Boulevard
It’s official: Greatful Dead bassist Phil Lesh and his wife Jill have pulled the plug on his plans to construct a new music venue in Fairfax, CA call Terrapin Station. Phil hasn’t given up on the entire concept, but he has given up on Fairfax, thanks to a loud minority of local residents worried about potential crime, parking, and traffic issues. Many of the opposition actually lived outside of Fairfax in nearby Ross Valley, a much more affluent area than Fairfax. They were mostly upset because their towns would see more traffic while Fairfax reaped the benefits. While most residents like the idea, this small group of protesters flyered cars and posted opposition signs in Lesh’s neighborhood, and argued against the venue at public meetings.
Just as the rich horse owners of West Marin (some with 50+ acres of very expensive land) have worked to close many of the local mountain bike trails in public lands in the name of righteousness, the 1% of Ross Valley have successfully shutdown what could have been the best thing to happen to Fairfax since “The Scoop“. But unlike Wall Street, it was not corporate greed that knocked Casey Jones’ train off the tracks; it was classic N.I.M.B.Y. thinking. The economy of Fairfax, CA is suffering, and the proposed job site, one of two closed gas stations on Sir Francis Drake Boulevard in Fairfax, will probably be left abandoned for another few years. Maybe we should change the unofficial Fairfax town motto from “Only In Fairfax” to “Only If You Don’t Drive Through Ross Valley To Get Here” or “Only If You Can Convince Your Rich Neighbors That Your Idea Will Increase Their Property Value”?
For those who have not seen them, here are the preliminary architectural plans that Phil and his friends Jazz Builders released to the public a few months back.
Personally, I think Terrapin Crossroads could have been an amazing venue for live music, and I would have felt blessed to have it here in Fairfax. Hopefully, it will still happen in Marin County (and within biking distance).
What A Long, Strange Concert It Was
Last night, I attended Wavy Gravy’s 75th Birthday Boogie, an epic 6+ hour benefit concert for the Seva Foundation, featuring an all-star cast of classic California psychedelic rock bands. The event was held at the Craneway Pavilion in Point Richmond, CA. As I drove into the heavily industrialized area with my buddy Andrew, I felt like I was somehow entering the album art of Pink Floyd’s Animals.
The Craneway Pavilion is housed inside the former Ford Motor Company assembly plant, also known as The Ford Richmond Plant. The Pavilion itself is enormous, like an industrial cathedral, with over 45,000 square feet of mostly concrete floor, and huge glass windows looking out to a spectacular view of San Francisco. With over 5000 concert goers in attendance, I heard that it was the first time the Craneway Pavilion has ever sold out since it opened in 2009.
The concert sound system consisted of a dozen line-array elements hung on either side of the stage, and a handful of delay speaker zones using wall mounted trapezoidal boxes. Despite the well-engineered PA system and acoustic treatments, the show was plagued all night with feedback squeals. Not sure who was to blame really, but if it was my event, I would start with the monitor engineer, but I’m not sure they even had a monitor engineer. Luckily the crowd was patient (and rather intoxicated), and Wavy Gravy didn’t seem to mind, because it was all for a good cause anyway.
Its never easy being the first act at a benefit show, but Hot Buttered Rum didn’t seem to mind, as they opened the show with a dynamite acoustic performance. The Ace of Cups (the original all-girl rock band) managed a heartfelt reunion set amongst almost constant feedback issues, followed by extended jams by the amazing guitarist Steve Kimmock and his band Zero. The lineup continued with a soulful performance by The Chris Robinson Brotherhood, who were joined by Bob Weir from the Grateful Dead for one of Chris’ new songs, “They Love Each Other”.
It was getting close to midnight as Mickey Hart (also from the Grateful Dead) and Friends took the stage, including bassist Dave Schools of Widespread Panic, a nice surprise. Wavy Gravy officially turned 75 at midnight as musicians repeatedly mouthed ‘I can’t hear anything’ to folks off stage left. Around 12:30pm, about 50 hand drummers joined the band on the stage chanting Go Wavy something or other over an extended rendition of Santana’s Jingo. The man of the hour was wheeled into the middle of the room on a giant hippie throne, parting the tye-dyed sea of hippies, as hundreds of polka dot balloons fell from the ceiling. Ace of Cups led the crowd in a classic Happy Birthday sing-along to a Wavy Gravy who seemed to be overflowing with gratitude and positive energy.
Like any good acid trip, the benefit concert had it’s ups and downs, and the ending was really the best part. Bob Weir closed out the show, playing Grateful Dead songs well past 2am, inviting many of previous performers to join him on stage. My personal favorites were Tennessee Jed with Chris Robinson on vocals, and a very melodic Sugaree featuring Nicki Bluhm, leaving me wanting more as she left the stage.
The party continues later this month on the East coast, as Wavy Gravy’s Birthday Boogie comes to The Beacon Theater in Manhattan on Friday May 27, 2011. I encourage my Northeast readers to check out this show if you can, its a great venue located on the upper west side. The lineup is different, but with Ani Difranco, Bruce Hornsby, Dr. John, and Jackson Browne on the bill, I’m sure it will be just as fantastic. My advice: wear comfy shoes, arrange an overnight babysitter, and get a room next door at the Beacon Hotel. Trust me, it’s going to be a long, strange night.
- Hot Buttered Rum VIDEO (PK Audiovisual)
- Birthday boy Wavy Gravy looks to raise funds, fun (sfgate.com)
- Wavy Gravy 75th Birthday Concert Weir.Hart, Chris Robinson, Zero (jambase.com)