#tim buckley tribute

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April 26, 1991

[sweetdreamsjeff]

JEFF BUCKLEY DEBUT TICKET STUB ST. ANN'S HISTORIC GREETINGS FROM TIM BUCKLEY

This ticket stub is a piece of music history that any fan of rock and pop should have in their collection. From the iconic Jeff Buckley and his debut performance at St. Ann's to the touching memories of his father in Greetings from Tim Buckley, this ticket is a true gem for any music memorabilia collector.

"Greetings From Tim Buckley" A Tim Buckley Tribute Concert at the Church Of St. Ann & The Holy Trinity, Brooklyn Heights, New York. April 26th 1991. Tracklist:

01 - I Never Asked To Be Your Mountain 0:00

02 - Sefronia (The Kings Chain) 11:02

03 - Phantasmagoria In Two 14:08

04 - Once I Was 20:50

Performers: Jeff Buckley ~ Greg Cohen ~ Chris Cunningham ~ Cheryl Hardwick Julia Heyward ~ Shelley Hirsch ~ Gary Lucas Barry Reynolds ~ Hank Roberts ~ G.E. Smith

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9-1-1 REACTION

I’m going to make this quick. Eddie Diaz, please come to the carpet. Thank you. Okay, you’re here. Eddie … you’re an asshole. Now go away.

Well, ladies and gents and non-binary icons, your mom and dad’s favorite show is back after a much-needed hiatus. I will admit, I wasn’t too excited about this episode. Now don’t get me wrong. Season 8 got off to a great start with the beenado and Athena landing a commercial jet on the 405. Then we got one of my favorite episodes of the season, maybe even of the series – “Masks” – which had everything I could ever want out of this show: the 118 decked out in Halloween costumes, Bobby doing a bad Transylvanian accent, Buck and Josh with mustaches, and scenes of domestic bliss between Buck and his then-boyfriend, Tommy. It was an amazing episode and shout-out to Aisha Hinds who really sold that traumatic car crash scene. Then things took a turn for the worse. Eddie shaved off his mustache and Gerrard became … likeable?!? Oh, and there was the whole mess with the fake TV show and the annoying actor. I fell asleep on that episode – a first for any episode of the 9-1-1 franchise. Thankfully, the writers seemed to understand that the last handful of episodes sucked so they brought out the big guns in this episode. Before I dive into the latest episode, let me tell you a little bit about the episode. This reaction is for the season 8, ninth episode “Sob Stories” which originally aired March 6, 2025. Tim Minear and Rashad Raisani are responsible for the teleplay and they both along with writer Matt Solik wrote the story. The episode was directed by Bradley Buecker. Without further ado, let’s talk about the episode.

We began the episode with Maddie taking a phone call. Thirty seconds into the episode I turn to my mom and say: “Damn, she already crying.” At this point, there should be a drinking game based solely on the number of times Jennifer Love Hewitt opens her tear ducts. Now I have to give it to my 90s scream queen. Ms. Hewitt knows how to give you drama and I live every single time. I just wasn’t expecting her to be sobbing so quickly into the episode even though the episode is called “Sob Stories”. Anyways, Maddie gets a call from a man named John who is in the middle of an emotional crisis. Midway during the call, he reveals that he has kidnapped a young girl. Maddie dispatches police to the location where the call is coming from but when Athena and other law enforcement arrive at the scene, John nor his captive are there.

Maddie and Athena team up and meet with Detective Amber Braeburn (played by Abigail Spencer) and the three ladies talk about Maddie’s call. Amber believes the kidnapper is Richard Bullock, a registered sex offender, who is linked to three other kidnappings. Athena suggests bringing Richard in for questioning, but Amber says she can’t because she’s gone after him so many times and has come up empty-handed. Richard ended up filing a complaint with the city which means Amber can’t go near him. Someone else will need to talk with him. Athena volunteers as tribute.

Athena goes to the transient hotel where Richard is staying and talks with his girlfriend, Isabelle (played by Frankie Ingrassia). Turns out, Isabelle kicked Richard out after she caught him hitting on a couple of underaged girls. She tells Athena the last time she heard from Richard was the previous weekend. Athena shows her a photo of the young girl that is missing but Isabelle doesn’t recognize her. Athena, again, asks her to reveal Richard Bullock’s whereabouts. In the next scene, Athena and Amber arrive at the location to find it empty. However, they do find what they believe is the abducted girl’s blood and her wallet.

Meanwhile, back at dispatch, Maddie gets a call from Richard. He tells her that he hasn’t hurt the girl, but he doesn’t know how long he can wait without doing so. So, what happens next is wild! My girl Maddie formerly Buckley currently Han coaches Richard, on a recorded line, while Josh and Sue listen on, to off himself. And guess what!? Richard follows through. Meanwhile, Athena and LAPD arrive at Richard’s location and find him dead. Thankfully, the girl he kidnapped is safe and unharmed although I suspect she’s going to need a lot of therapy to deal with everything she has been through.

“Because of you, no lost child will ever have to suffer at his hands again.” – Detective Amber Braeburn

As the smoke settles, Maddie, Athena, and Amber reconvene and discuss everything that has transpired. Maddie harbors guilt over Richard’s death by suicide. She laments she should have kept him talking for a little while long, providing Athena enough time to find him alive. Athena reminds Maddie that Richard’s been faking the location of his whereabouts and there was a strong chance she and the police ended up at the wrong house again. Amber suggests that maybe Richard wanted to take his own life. Maddie says she knows that Richard was a bad person, but his pain was real. She wonders if she will be able to get his voice out of her head. To make Maddie feel better, Amber reveals that while searching the final location, they found evidence of other victims. Athena tells Maddie that she helped stop a monster. She then tells Maddie to go home and hug Jee-Yun and then have a big scotch. Um, perhaps Athena doesn’t know, but I could have sworn Maddie announced she was pregnant during the last few episodes. I don’t know why but that line really didn’t sit right with me. Maddie is still pregnant, right? I did fall asleep on the last episode, but I don’t recall any mention of her losing the pregnancy. So, yeah. Go home, Maddie. Hug my girl Jee. But please don’t drink anything other than water or whatever your doctor says you can have.

Before we talk about that final scene, let’s switch over to the episode’s B-story. While cleaning the firehouse, Eddie reveals to Buck his plans to purchase a home in El Paso so he can be closer to Christopher. The way Eddie drops this information on Buck is a bit insensitive to me. In fact, insensitivity seems to be the theme of our secondary plot. Buck, of course, is taken aback by the news, even though he understands why Eddie is wanting to move back home. I want to point out that from beginning to end, Buck is in total understanding of why Eddie is planning to leave Los Angeles. Eddie tells Buck that he’s already put down a downpayment on a home and this floors Buck. Eddie’s whole attitude in this scene is very dismissive and nonchalant. Buck asks if Eddie has talked to Bobby yet. Eddie says ‘no’ and asks Buck to keep things under wraps until he gets around to having that conversation. Eddie also lets Buck know that he needs to figure out what to do with his home in L.A. otherwise he will be bleeding cash. Hm, it seems to me Eddie you should have thought about that first before you started buying houses somewhere else. Eddie says he’s tired of parenting via FaceTime which … sigh … Eddie, this is really your fault. It was you who decided to blow up your life by dating a woman who looked exactly like your dead wife. It was you who made the decision to bring this woman into your home where you knew there was a strong chance your girlfriend and son could find you. I still feel like Eddie has work to do in the accountability department but that’s neither here nor there at this point. Oh, and Buck, always the good friend, volunteers to help Eddie get his house in order so he can sublet it.

We then get a scene where a Basset hound is picked up and taken to a shelter. The shelter catches fire and it’s the 118 to the rescue. In true Buck fashion, he puts himself in danger to save the sweet angel baby. Let me just say, this adorable little dog gets more screentime this episode than Hen, Chimney, and Bobby.

“Los Angeles was actually a job opportunity. I have no ties here. Everything that matters is in Texas.” – Eddie Diaz

We head over to Eddie’s where we see a montage of families stopping by to check out the house. Admittedly, Buck is sabotaging Eddie’s efforts in this scene, but it’s done in such a way that I can’t tell if it’s intentional or not. I do believe that Buck wants to support Eddie. He wants to see his best friend repair his relationship with his son. But Buck is also concerned about his relationship with Eddie. Let’s not forget that Buck is most likely still dealing with his breakup with Tommy. Losing two of the people closest to him is a tough pill to swallow and I wish Eddie could be more understanding. When the last prospect arrives, Eddie tells Buck he will handle it alone and sends Buck on his way. As Buck is leaving, he hears Eddie tell the family that he only came to Los Angeles for a job opportunity and that he has no ties here. Now I know Eddie didn’t know that Buck was eavesdropping but that’s still a shitting thing to say where Buck is there or not.

When Eddie shows up to work the next day, he sees Buck with one of the dogs they rescued the day prior. He asks Buck about the dog. Buck says that the dog is his new best friend. There is some one-sided tension coming from Buck who ultimately reveals Eddie’s plans to leave Los Angeles. This forces Eddie’s hand, and he comes clean to Bobby, Hen, and Chimney about leaving L.A. to move home to El Paso. Bobby and Chimney are clearly shocked by the announcement but Hen, being the reasonable one of the group, commends Eddie for moving back home to fix things with Christopher. Eddie is pissed and you know what? I’ll let him have it. He asked Buck to keep the news to himself. However, it’s what happens in the last scene that really has me Team Buck when all is said and done.

“If you’re going to make this about me having to choose between you or my son, you’re going to lose every time.” – Eddie “Asshole” Diaz

The owners of the dog come to the firehouse and Buck is left feeling abandoned yet again. He shows up to Eddie’s place later that evening and the latter clearly doesn’t want him there. Eddie has another appointment to show the house, and he doesn’t want Buck to ruin things. Buck tells Eddie he only needs a few seconds, and Eddie says one of the most hurtful things he could say to someone like Buck. He accuses Buck of always making everything about him which is so untrue. Perhaps that was Buck 1.0 but Buck has always put the needs of others, especially the people he cares about most, before his own. Eddie, what a shitty thing to say. This is the same man who helped raise your child and who would continue to do so had you not fucked everything up. Buck tries to fix things, but Eddie is relentless. He tells Eddie that he didn’t mean to out him in front of the others. Eddie rejects that and tells him that he got mad, and he acted like he always does. Again, where is all this coming from? Eddie tells Buck that if he needs to be pissed off then he should be pissed off. Buck admits he was pissed off and admits to Eddie he is having trouble dealing with the idea of Eddie not being around. Let me just say, I think Buck is so mature in this scene. He is able to calmly articulate his feelings about the situation. Eddie tells Buck that if it comes down to him and Christopher, he will choose Christopher every single time. Now Eddie has said some pretty hurtful things to Buck over the years but this, by far, is the most hurtful thing he has ever said. Also, it was completely unnecessary for him to say such a thing because Buck has always understood his placement in Eddie’s life. Christopher comes first. Hell, I think Buck places Christopher ahead of Eddie as well. It was rude and it was a low-blow and at this point, I’m ready to call the U-Haul so Eddie can pack his shit and get gone. Bring Ravi or Lucy back! We don’t need you, Diaz!

To Buck’s credit, he sits and takes everything Eddie throws at him until Bobby, Hen, and Chimney arrive to take Eddie out. This was the plan all along. Buck then reveals his plans to get rid of his loft and take over Eddie’s lease while he’s gone. What makes this moment so satisfying is that it’s proof that Buck is always putting others over himself. He made this decision because of how much he cares about Eddie and Christopher. The two hug it out but I would like to point out that Eddie never officially apologizes to Buck which, if you’ve been watching the show like I have, is a common thing. Buck insta-forgives his friend and things are good. Buck, my friend, you deserve a better friend.

“You’re gonna be so mad at me.” – Detective Amber Braeburn

The episode ends with Maddie reading to Jee. When Maddie leaves the room, she heads into the kitchen to wash dishes. The front door opens, and she thinks it’s Chimney. A masked figure approaches her and knocks her over the head. When Maddie comes to, she sees that it’s Detective Amber Braeburn. The episode ends there and I reckon we’ll find out what happens next a week from now.

Okay, I’m officially back on the 9-1-1 train again. Especially now that it’s the only 9-1-1 we have now. This episode does what the show does best. We got an exciting emergency with the shelter fire. We got Athena doing some detective work. We also got to see a pairing that’s always excited me and one we don’t get off on this show. Athena and Maddie were reunited and damn it felt so good. I like seeing Angela and Jennifer share the screen because their acting styles suit one another. As for our other duo, this episode really endeared me to Buck while simultaneously making me dislike Eddie. I do believe that Eddie had some valid reasons to be mad at Buck, but I really felt like he went for the jugular when expressing his frustrations. And what gets me, what always gets me, is how no matter how bad things get between the two, Buck immediately apologizes and forgives. Eddie never apologizes. When he treated Buck poorly during the lawsuit, he never once apologized yet Buck forgave him instantly. I know Buddie fans would disagree, but this is not a healthy friendship. I’ve always thought that for a long time. In fact, I think Buck’s better friend is actually Hen.

So, Eddie is really leaving Los Angeles. I know I really went in on him this episode, but I have to admit his character has brought something good to the show. In the first season, there was a bit of a disconnect with Buck and the other characters due to the difference in age. Bringing Eddie into the show helped to bridge the gap between Buck and the rest of the 118. It was fun watching them go from being frenemies to actual friends to brothers. I know there are still some unfortunate souls out there trying to ship them but I think this episode serves as more proof that Eddie and Buck are best friends. Nothing more, nothing less. As for our cliffhanger at the end of the episode, I am admittedly a bit tired of Maddie always being placed in danger. However, I must say that having the serial killer being a woman is a refreshing addition to the story. I’m anxious to see what happens next. I feel like next episode is going to be dark. I guess we’ll have to wait to learn Maddie’s fate. Until next time …

[manmetaphysical]

Today is the birthday of Jeff Buckley so to commemorate that, here is an excerpt from the article I wrote in 2019.

"Jeff Buckley: The Secret Chord that Pleased the Lord'' Part 1

There is some profoundly archetypal message in the lives and deaths of Tim and Jeff Buckley, father and son who never knew each other. They both sang with a heightened intense emotion, a poetry of song that transcends the usual. They both had the power to catalyse emotions in the audience; they were both magnetically alluring to those who came into their orbs. They both put music above commercial gain and they both died before they achieved their full potential. Tim left Jeff’s mother before Jeff was born in 1966 so he only knew his father through his recorded music. They met once but it was brief. The father, Tim Buckley, a singer-songwriter star in the late sixties and early seventies was an Aquarius born on Valentine’s day, February 14th, 1947; and the son Jeff whose career blossomed for a brief few years in the nineties was born a Scorpio, on 17th November, 1966. These are both ‘fixed’ signs so they were both intensely driven and didn’t give in easily. If Jeff were alive today, he would be 53. I can’t do full justice to this story which deserves longer treatment, but I can hint at the complex parallel signatures in the natal and event charts to cherrypick what pointers the aspects have to reveal.

Jeff Buckley was a highly sensitive and gifted musician, handsome but delicate – some compared him to a wild horse ready to bolt at any moment, somewhat untamed. He was born in the year of the Fire Horse -1966 – said to make those born that year highly strung. He was, as is common of people who observe how Scorpios move, compared to a volcano ready to blast off. He surprised everyone with his voice when he first appeared on stage in New York in the early 1990s at a tribute to Tim Buckley –people gasped that he sounded so like his father. He has the same look and mannerisms. No one had any idea there was a son. Gary Lucas (a double Gemini) worked with Jeff later was the musician who had played with Captain Beefheart. He helped organised the tribute concert. When he first heard the astonishing voice of the young and unknown Jeff, he said that it was no mere imitation, of his father “Jeff was inhabited by the spirit of Tim Buckley.”

Jeff’s voice is different from his father’s but it has that same magical elasticity and was able to soar beyond the notes into some ethereal place other voices simply cannot reach. Jeff played down the comparisons and could get angry when fans asked for Tim’s songs but Gary said that Jeff had the presence of an ‘atomic bomb’ and was ‘on fire’ -this also echoes the Scorpionic twist.

When he produced his one album in 1994 it was called ‘Grace’. This concept clearly meant a great deal to him as he said of it “Grace is what matters in anything, especially life, especially growth, tragedy, pain, love, death. That’s a quality I admire very greatly. It keeps you from reaching for the gun too quickly; it keeps you from destroying things too foolishly and sort of keeps you alive.” Growth, pain, love and death are all straplines of the eighth sign and eighth house matters, said by a true Scorpio sun-sign. He had that quality but it didn’t keep him alive, alas. But there is a story in that too. His eighth house is Pisces, ruled by Neptune and the house guests are Saturn and Chiron sitting together where the wounds are obscured by the grand master (the father?) who would make sexual matters more difficult and intense and leave a scar of abandonment to wrestle with through life. Traditionally, it may also point to a death by water but that is easy to say in hindsight.

The stellium of planets in Scorpio is extremely powerful –not only is the South Node conjunct the IC, but the story starts nebulously with Neptune, then Mercury the Sun and Venus all within five degrees in the last decan of Scorpio ruled by the Moon. This medley of all the ‘art’ and ‘creative’ planets most definitely describes a native blessed with artistic gifts that are positioned in the sign that digs deep in order to have a profound impact. He did just that by getting under people’s skins. You don’t just ‘like’ Jeff Buckley, you love and adore him, or you loathe him; there’s no middle ground. The sign of Taurus, associated with the throat and singing, is on the MC and Jeff quickly became widely known as being a singer of extraordinary range – from angelic to demonic- with delicacy in the high notes. He was a tenor whose voice could manage four octaves but could also do counter tenor. What is also fascinating is that he lacked the drive to become famous, was anti the star-making machine, even though fame rushed upon him.

There is zero Cardinal energy, and for that reason powerful drives to push forward may have had a shadow quality to them, rising up when least expected. He kept record company A&R men dancing around till he was ready. He also had an out of bounds Moon so he broke all the rules and chose to exile himself from ‘stardom.’This Moon opposes Jupiter, so impulsiveness may have ruled him in shifting ways he could not explain. Contradictorily, there is a lot of fixity, as both Sun in Scorpio and Ascendant in Leo are in fixed signs. And if you are worried about the Pluto-Saturn conjunction in January 2020 consider that there are people like Jeff who was born with them in opposition – and his father Tim had Saturn and Pluto conjunct in Leo.

There is a tight rectangle – not the obvious ‘mystic’ type- which has more harmonious aspects, but this one is formed of two sesquiquadrates and two semi-squares that traps in the energy of these to crossed oppositions. There is little in astrological literature said about this formation, but nevertheless it marks out his chart pointing to some tightly concentrated circuit of locked energies. Mars/Uranus sits opposite Saturn/Chiron which points to wanting to fulfill the promise the father failed to fulfill, also pointing to ancestors with the stellium in the fourth house, which could also be his father, Tim Buckley who had a gypsy spirit, troubadour and vagabond, and left a lot of his relationships thinking life was a ‘river’.

Jeff Buckley lived and breathed Qawwali which is the devotional music of the Sufis. Its most renowned singer was Nusrat Fateh Ali Kahn and Jeff adored this style, calling Kahn his ‘Elvis’. It the type of music that has fanatical devotees will to listen and engage for 5-hour long performances. The singing riffs on poetic devices and improvisation that is described as “jumping off a cliff and fluttering towards heaven” and it is clear Jeff attempted to do just this in his performances being open and experimental going to his edge. He had memorized whole quatrains and ghazzals sung in Urdu and treated his audience sometimes to a rendition of Qawwali singing. “In between the world of the flesh and the world of the spirit… the void’ and with Qawwali ‘there is only pure devotion and a fierce virtuosity to grow wings and soar through music.”

Jeff was gifted and it would be enough to point to the conjunction of Neptune, the Sun, Mercury and Venus, but to me he was also a great example of someone touched by the muses, divinely inspired, and the astrology of muse asteroids is a fascinating addition to the astrologer’s colour palette. They dance around in the background. Brad Pitt, who became obsessed with Jeff Buckley, said that listening to him sing and play goes right to the very source of genius- that indefinable place artists seek to reach but Jeff went there effortlessly. He found the chord that pleased the Lord as the lines from ‘Hallelujah’ go. Melpomene, the muse of tragedy is conjunct his Venus and the Sun and he certainly the dark side of life in his music, loss and grief. Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, is conjunct his MC which opposes that same Venus/Sun/Mercury conjunction creating a dramatic tension that played out in his life. Classic emphasis on his sheer artistry as a musician is that Euterpe, the muse of music, is conjunct his Neptune there in Scorpio, just one degree apart.

The qawwali singing represented this seeking to go beyond is evident in his singing which stretched beyond limits in ‘Hallelujah’ (1994) a song with spiritual and transcendent leanings. He owned this rendition making it his own signature song. He extracts every last drop of devotional and spiritual energy out of it. The song was Leonard Cohen’s but Jeff was inspired by John Cale’s version. Neptune conjunct the sun and Venus would add this kind of rapturous beauty to his voice that touches on the sacred. But also the muse asteroids are present. The muse asteroid of sacred music Polyhymnia is bi-quintile his sun. This is so expressive of the sublime tone of which he was capable.

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Hidden Giants presents: Silent Waters

A tribute to Jeff Buckley

About Jeff Buckley:

He is an artist who died far too young, one of the infamous club of 27. With his songs, style and passion he has had a lot of influence on us and also on other great bands that inspire us. In this song, we wanted to blend his (and his father Tim Buckley's) tragic story with his musical influences.

Silent Waters is about drowning in unresolved grief, sadness or depressive feelings. How do you keep your head above water?

This is the first single from our full band debut album, which will be released in October.

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BIO:

Hidden Giants is an experienced DIY Indiepopband from The Netherlands. Our self written and - produced songs are inspired by musical geniuses like Jeff Buckley, Radiohead, Snowpatrol and Saybia. In the footsteps of these giants, it is now our time to shine and share our mysterious and powerful songs with the world!

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Chapter 3: Two pastors react to Tim Alberta's book "The Kingdom, the Pow..

COMMENTARY:

The politics connected to The Total Depravity Gospel  of the Pro-Life Fascism of Evangelicals begins with the Army-McCarthy Hearings and William F Buckley's publication in 1960 of the Sharon Statement, which is a white supremacist agenda of the John Birch Society to elect a clone of Joe McCarthy and overthrow the federal government and the Nazification of America that runs, straight as a laser, to January 6,  

My dad was working for Matthew Ridgway during the McCarthy Hearings, Before Roy Cohn began his assault on the Army to get special treatment for his boy friend, the Army backed his focus of Soviet and domestic Communist infiltration of the federal government, but the lesson they learned, the colonels and majors engaged in running the Army, was that the Commies were a nuisance but the true existential threat to America was Domestic Extremism and White Nationalism. The Army bands began to play the 1812 Overture at Post 4th of July celebrations with cannons and fireworks. The Overture is appropriately noisy, but the Army had two other subversive messages.

One was a tribute to the Red Army for their incomprehensible sacrifice for the de-Nazification of Germany celebrated at the Elbe Bridge. If you watch The 4th of July on the Mall on PBS, that's the US Army celebrating the Elbe Bridge in gratification to the Red Army for entering Manchuria  as part of the invasion of Japan, My dad was part of the Order of Battle for the invasion of Japan and he said all the GIs in the Pacific were grateful for the Soviet invasion,

The other message needs to be understood in the context of the tribute to the Red Army by the US Army on the 4th of July is both a prophecy and an insult, the prophecy is "Beware the John Birch Society: and the insult is "Fuck YOU,, Joe McCarthy and that January 6 horse you rode in on,"  

That's the political side, I voted for Nixon before i went to Vietnam and I voted for him when I got bac. Sfter 1963, I could have had a job in the Nixon White House as a research assistant for Ray Price, but i was on another trajectory and I didn't want to work in the same building as Pat Buchanan and the Plumbers, a collection of white supremacist thugs who had hijacked Barry Goldwater's' Conservative brand as campaign worker and Conservative became the brand of the John Birch Society, They are now MAGA Conservatives who have the January 6 majority in the House which is looking for an excuse to cause America to default on it's debt in hopes of a social collapse like in Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrigges, which was the Turner Diaries of the Boomer generation of Por-War Country Club Republican campus Brown Shirts, the Young Americans for Freedom, I was an ROTC Cadet from 1965 - 1969 and i was stuck between Liberal anti-war campus radicals and it is a generational food fight that continues until this moment,

This is the purely political side of the MAGA Conservative equation, The  presenting existential threat in the looming budget dead line and Speaker of the House who is the David Koresh of the January 6 majority,

It would serve your purposes to review the climax of Atlas Shrugged,  Steve Bannon is the John Balt of the January 6 Committee to Install Trump and the connection to the lunatic fringe of the Born Again Pro-Life Rapture Coalition is far more insidious than I can fully convey in this essay,

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[Image Description: a picture of a page in TV Guide Magazine, on the right there is a photo of Angela Bassett and Peter Krause, in uniform. The header reads: "Monday, March 11-Sunday, March 17. Your day-to-day guide to the week's best television. What's Worth Watching. 9-1-1, Season Premiere Thursday March 14, 8/7c, ABC." A spiky circle surrounds "pick of the week!" next to the block of text which reads, "What a rescue! After Fox axed 9-1-1 right before the writer's strike last summer, ABC snapped up the drama about Los Angeles' first responders. And seven seasons in, these heroes remain as disaster movie-ready as ever. "I have discovered that [showrunner] Tim Minear has aspired to be television's Irwin Allen," says Peter Krause, reference the "Master of Disaster" '70s filmaker, "because we have done an earthquake, a tidal wave...." (Note: Krause's LAFD captain Bobby Nash has also endured a burning blimp, a landslide and a blackout!) Now, to make a splash in their new home, "we're doing The Poseidon Adventure and making no mystery of it," Minear says, adding that the opening minutes feature "an absolute tribute to Irwin Allen." As viewers know, Bobby and his wife, LAPD sergeant Athena Grant-Nash (Angela Bassett, right, with Krause), are setting sail on a belated honeymoon cruise. (Expect to see a couple familiar faces on board.) Things take a titanic turn when pirates seize the ship, leading to a massive explosion and an all-hands-on-deck effort to avoid capsizing and sinking into the Pacific. Meanwhile, for the gang at Bobby's station 118, Minear promises "aother great disaster" inspired by a real-life case: "A fighter pilot had to bail out of his plane-- and they didn't know where the plane went." In addition to the series' big 100th episode in April, emotional off-duty stories are continued, including what Oliver Stark calls "a season of self-discovery" for his reckless firefighter Evan Buckley nad the long-over due wedding of Buck's sister, call-center operator Maddie Buckley (Jennifer Love Hewitt), to the LAFD's Howard "Chimney" Han (Kenneth Choi). In fact, it's these character-driven dramas-- and not the often insane calamities-- that have become the real heart of the show. "This is a family of people who work together and love each other through thick and thin," Krause notes. "And because this is a comic book about first responders come to life, it's mostly thick." --Damian Holbrook" /End ID]

WHAT'S WORTH WATCHING: 911

TV Guide Magazine March 11-31 edition

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Rules Free Radio Aug 15 2023

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan. we’ll pay tribute to two artists we lost recently. One had an extraordinary story of discovery long after his recordings in the early 70s. His name is Rodriguez and In the U.S. he was virtually unknown until a 2012 documentary was released. It’s called  Searching for Sugar Man, and it’s about the circumstances that made him hugely popular in South Africa, unbeknownst to him. The documentary gained him long-overdue recognition at home in the US and he toured and got to connect with his overseas audience. In the third hour, we’ll play some of his songs and mix in a lot of music by other artists in a similar vein and time. The other one is Robbie Robertson from The Band. By comparison he and they are quite well known. A lot of people have recorded his music and we'll listen to some of those artists doing his songs as well as The Band and his solo work. That’s in the second hour. We'll start with a mix of some new releases and toss in some classics in the first hour with The Young Hasselhoffs, The Make Three, Annie Hart, Mary Strand, Slaministas, Mikaela Davis, Cornelius, and others. The Searchers, The Bangles, The Doughboys, Cocktail Slippers, and more! The Young Hasselhoffs - Dear Departed The Make Three - Black Cloud The Dangtrippers - Talk About Love Annie Hart - Boy You Got Me Good The Bangles - In a Different Light Cocktail Slippers - Like a Song Stuck in My Head Mary Strand - The Me I Need To Be Slamdinistas - We Say Goodbye The Searchers - Needles And Pins Mikaela Davis - Promise The Doughboys - The Tears of a Clown Candy Claws - Illusion (Fern Lake) Cornelius - Sparks Klee - Gold New Order - Blue Monday We Are Scientists - Less From You Robbie Robertson - Somewhere Down The Crazy River The Band - Don't Do It Levon & The Hawks - Honky Tonk Levon & The Hawks - He Don't Love You (And He'll Break Your Heart) Pointer Sisters - The Shape I'm In My Morning Jacket - It Makes No Difference Gomez - Up On Cripple Creek The Band - The W.S. Walcot Medicine Show Blues Traveler - Rag, Mama, Rag Steve Reynolds - Stage Fright The Staple Singers - Weight The Band - Life Is A Carnival The Band w Bob Dylan - Down In The Flood Rodriguez - Sugar Man Tim Buckley - Pleasant Street Rodriguez - I'll Slip Away Dion - Daddy Rollin' (In Your Arms) Jose Feliciano - Hitchcock Railway The Stone Poneys - December Dream Joni Mitchell - Sisotowbell Lane Tommy Flanders - Morning Misty Eyes Rodriguez - To Whom It May Concern Patty Griffin - Cold As It Gets Jesse Colin Young - Four in the Morning Rodriguez - Cause Van Morrison - Astral Weeks Read the full article

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Tim Buckley Tribute Saint Ann's Church (April 26, 1991)

Jeff's first-known New York appearance was at the Tim Buckley Tribute held on April 26, 1991. He came from LA to participate, and he had stated that it was his way of saying goodbye to the father he hadn't really known. Various artists performed Tim Buckley's music (usually 2-3 songs each), and Jeff went on before intermission.I Never Asked To Be Your Mountain Sefronia - The King's Chain Phantasmagoria Once I Was

[isaeva98]

Jeff performing a tribute show for his father (Greetings from Tim Buckley) at St.Anne’s Church, NYC

26.4.91

[sweetdreamsjeff]

The Observer, June 8, 1997, Page 69. via Newspapers.com

The Observer Review 8 June 1997 Inherited torment WE o Jeff Buckley swam out into the Mississippi and never came bad;. Did his father drag him under? Walking to the bright lights in sorrow, Oh drink a bit of wine, we both might go tomorrow ... And the rain is falling, and I believe my time has come ... And I feel them drown my name ... lm not afraid to go, butitgoes so slow ...

' - Jeff Buckley, 'Grace', 1994 have never heard anyone sing with as much emotional force as Jeff Buckley. When I saw him play in New York in 1994, 1 was in tears for almost the entire concert Why? The truth is, 1 don't know. Though the songs he performed (his own and other people's) were often sad, it was not the lyrics nor the melodies that were moving, so much as the singer himself. His voice, though it was often aqueously beautiful, also had the power to terrorise; he could shift from a melancholic sigh to a scream of despair or a howl of desire within the space of a line. He sang as though his life were flashing before his eyes, as though this might be the last chance he had to express what he felt inside.

He once declared, about the experience of performing: 'Sometimes it's like sex, when you transcend the physical and make something spiritual, when you fly ...'A Jeff Buckley concert was a slow-motion petit mort. Tou have to let yourself go,' he said, 'and it can scar you or destroy you. It's a bit like dying.' The man acclaimed by many as the most naturally talented rock vocalist of his generation gave his final performance to an audience of one. He was singing and laughing as he swam out into the Mississippi River on a spring Tennessee evening, before being pulled beneath the water's surface. His end, though tragically premature, was as musical and darkly romantic as his short life.

On Thursday 29 May, around 9pm, Jeff and a friend, Keith Foti, were sitting on the quay of the Mud Island marina, where the Mississippi joins downtown Memphis. They had an acoustic guitar and a ghetto blaster, and they were singing songs together. Buckley, In a playful mood', went swimming full)' clothed; Foti says he tried to dissuade him, as that stretch of river is known for its dangerous underwater currents. Buckley swam and waded for 15 minutes before a passing tug boat created a large wave. Foti turned away momentarily to move the ghetto blaster so it wouldn't get wet When he turned back, Ms friend had disappeared Jeff Buckley was 30 years old.

His body wasn't found until last Wednesday, but the outpouring of grief that followed the announcement of his disappearance was immediate and intense. There was a candlelight vigil in New York, at the site of the Sin-e Cafe in Greenwich Village, where he used to play, and 125 pages of emotional tributes and poems on the Internet. 'His music and voice were clearlv too beautiful to be from this by Sam Taylor humble planet,' said one. Another said simply. This really f ing hurts a lot' Though never a big star in commercial terms, and despite having recorded only one full-length album (Grace, released in 1994), Buckley will be remembered as a songwriter of great potential, a superb guitarist a charismatic man and one of the most extraordinary singers in rock history.

U2"s singer, Bono, declared: 'Jeffs voice was a pure drop in an ocean of noise.' He will also be remembered as the son of Tim Buckley - possibly the only other white male pop singer of the past 30 years with a comparable vocal talent. Father and son met only once in their lives - for nine days when Jeff was eight years old -and Buckley Jr hated being compared to a man he barely knew. But Jeffs premature death means the pair will be forever linked in people's minds: two months after he met his son, Tim Buckley died of a heroin overdose. He was 28. Perhaps inevitably, given his family history and the nature of his profession, there have been recurrent rumours that Jeff Buckley's death was a suicide attempt or an accident caused by drugs or alcohol.

As long as two years ago, there were mutterings that his record company, Columbia, had been pushing him too hard to promote Grace. 'People thought the company wanted their pound of flesh,' said a friend of Buckley's, that they'd put a lot of money into marketing him and were disappointed by the sales. The last time 1 saw him, in '95, he looked really tired - it was a gruelling schedule. But I talked to him more recently and he sounded much happier and more relaxed I'm just glad that he had time to enjoy life again before he died.' Buckley's last message to the world came in December 1996, when he posted this memo to his fans on his official Web site: Tm in the middle of some wild shit right now. Please be patient.

Tm coming soon to a cardboard display case near you and ni come out of my hole and will make bonfires out of ticket stubs come the summer.' Since then, the singer had been living in Memphis, working on his second album with producer Tom Verlaine, but. unhappy with the results, he had scrapped them and asked his band to leave town while he wrote new songs. He and the band were due to start recording again with a new producer last week. Buckley and Foti were on their way to the studio when they stopped at the marina. 'Maybe he was depressed about the recordings,' said Chrissie Hynde, lead singer with the Pretenders and a friend o: Buckley's.

'But all singer-songwriters ge: depressed - it goes with the job. All I knov is that he loved music. The feeling I got from him was that he was gonna be around for many years and produce i great body of work, that he was just star ingout The speculation now will concern in Photographs: Rex Tim Buckley was a free-flowing songwriter of the late Sixties. He died at 28. All he left for his son to love was his music recordings that he scrapped.

It seems almost inevitable that Columbia will release them in some form. The music industry and human nature being what they are, there is every chance that Jeff Buckley's death will transform him from a cult singer with huge potential into another rock icon - a sensitive, Keatsian addition to a pantheon of self-destroyed ghosts that includes Jim Morrison,'Kurt Cobain and, of course, Tim Buckley. One remark, made by Jeff Buckley around the time of Kurt Cobain's suicide, now sounds horribly prophetic. "You gotta make your own life,' he said. 'You can't leave it up to leaders.

Jesus, JFK, Kurt Cobain - they all got f ed up. Kurt didn't feel loved, or maybe he didn't know how to recognise it. But it won't ever happen with a leader; independence has to come or you'll die. You'll end up like someone's puppet and you'll be gone like a chump before you're 30.' Did Jeff Buckley 'go like a chump'? There are plenty of portents to suggest he committed suicide, but no evidence. Buckley himself was always wary of people reading too much into his life: 'Critics look at the complicated things and try to simplify them.

They think they can nail your whole life down just by knowing the bare bones of your history and partaking in 10 minutes of conversation.' One of the most persuasive arguments not to assume that Jeffs death was self-inflicted is the death of his father. Tim Buckley died of a heroin overdose: it looked initially like suicide, but evidence emerged that he had sniffed the heroin in the mistaken belief that it was cocaine. According to Buckley's guitarist, Lee Underwood, it was only because Buckley had recently given up drugs that the dose was enough to kill him. Another man was subsequently charged with murder for supplying him with the heroin. A charismatic troubador' of the late Sixties and early Seventies, Tim Buckley recorded nine adventurous albums of wildly varying quality, which mixed the bloodlines of jazz, folk, rock and soul; at his best, as on the morbidly beautiful 'Song to the Siren', he was better even than the young Van Morrison.

A free-flowing, inspirational singer -songwriter, he was never commercially successful, but his reputa tion remains extremely high. At 19, when he was still an unknown) he married a young Panama-bom woman named Mary Guibert. On 17 November 1966, Mary gave birth to a son. She nanie&bim Jeff. Tim left her six months later.

Jeff Buckley spent his childhood moving from town to town around southern California with his mother and younger brother (the child of another relationship). He later recalled that he did not even have any luggage; he transported his possessions in paper bags. 'We lived in little white trashville towns overrunby Burger Kings and malls. It was a dislocated childhood . .

. moving from place to place, grabbing on to people, making fast friends, letting them go. I'd get a part in a school play and find out that evening that we had to leave. It made me grow up more quickly -I was the man of the house from a very young age. I feel I wasborn old.' Asked why his family was so nomadic, he replied: 'I guess my mother just always wanted to know what was round the next corner.' He met his father briefly in 1975, and his comments about him in interviews revealed a feeling of bitterness masquerading as indifference: 'I knew him for nine days.

I met him for the first time when I was eight years old, over Easter, and he died two months later ... We were born with the same parts, but that's all. I'm Mary Guibert's son, not his.' Those 'parts' included not just his looks (their faces were strikingly similar), but his soaring, wonderfully expressive voice. Music was Jeffs life from a very young age. His mother was a classically trained pianist, and they would sing together in the car.

When he was five, she taught him one of his father's songs, 'Once I Was'. 'There was my mother's breast, then there was music,' he once said. 'It's been my friend, my ally, my teacher, my tormentor. Singing just took me over.' Jeff left home at 17 and moved to Los Angeles. He lived there for four years, playing guitar in bars, but never felt comfortable with the city's superficiality.

At one point, feeling isolated, he tracked down his father's relatives. 'I talked to the whole cast of characters, and then I was done with it. It revealed a lot of ugliness that I can't talk about.' He never did. And so he moved to New York, a place he had always thought of as his spiritual home. Ironically, the first time he ever played in New York was at a Tim Buckley tribute concert in 1991, where he played 'Once I Was'.

This seems odd, given Jeffs comments about his father, but he told Boiling Stone: 'It bothered me that I hadn't been to his funeral, that I'd never been able to tell him anything. I used that show to pay my last respects.' Chrissie Hynde thinks that: 'Although he obviously had unresolved feelings about a man who had abandoned him, he really knew and loved his father's music. He never talked about him, but I think he was really proud of his father.' There is evidence to suggest that, for all his denials, Jeff was obsessed with his father, and with other people's identifica tion of the two. In an article posted on the Internet last week, he was quoted as saying: 'All this stuff about my dad . .

. it's so hard to live with. I'm Jeff, not Tim. Do you think what they say is true?' In 1992, Jeff began playing dramatic, sometimes disastrous, solo shows in East Village bars and cafes. His first record, the independently released EP Live at Sin-e, reveals Buckley's nascent talent in all its self-indulgent, undisciplined glory.

International recognition came in 1994, when, having put together a young three-piece band and signed for Columbia, Buckley released Grace, an astonishing debut album that he described as 'an elegy, sort of a child's coffin ... full of past ghosts, exorcised in song'. The only solid legacy of his brilliance, Grace sounds almost unbearably poignant now. It is dense with memories and prophesies, from the title track's eerie premonition of death through the delicate version of Britten's 'Corpus Christi Carol', to the final track, 'Dream Brother', about his lost father; 'Don't be like the one who made me so old Don 't be like the one who left behind his name 'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine And nobody ever came. .

. ' It is convenient and romantic to assume that Jeff Buckley's death was not a freak accident but an act of desperate self destruction But the truth is, until the coroner's report is released - probably this week - we will not know whether the singing swimmer in the Mississippi was waving or drowning..

[larrybeckett]

The Life of a Song: ‘Song to the Siren’

"To the ancient Greeks, they were hybrid creatures, part bird, part woman, who lured sailors to their death with the spell of their music. In 1967, singer and songwriter Tim Buckley and poet and lyricist Larry Beckett paid tribute to those deathly seducers with 'Song to the Siren,' a haunting ode to doomed love whose story is the stuff of pop legend.” David Cheal Financial Times APRIL 22 2016 Full article here: https://tinyurl.com/ycvs324p

[emily-watch-the-stars]

Brendan Perry - Dream Letter (Tribute to Tim Buckley)

[itwas50yearsagotoday]

8/25/22:  It was 50 years ago today, August 25th, 1972, the Kinks would release their eleventh (!!) album ‘Everybody’s In Show-Biz’.  If you liked ‘Muswell Hillbillies’ you most likely will like this release as well... tons of pseudo-dixieland horns soaked in whiskey, but just a tad more refined... and that is for effect, as this is a loose concept album by main lyricist Ray Davies about ‘life on the road’ as a Rock Star... it’s pretty damn good, and honestly besides the song from Avengers: Endgame I didn’t know shit about this semi-obscure record.  So of course I linked the Avengers tune... you know, during the first ‘Fat Thor’ scene, ‘Supersonic Rocket Ship’ is playing... as an aside, I just very recently purchased Joel Whitburn’s Top Pop Singles 1955-2018.  Holy shit, this is like crack for someone as OCD as myself about music.  Anyway, now I can see beyond the Top 40 and even the ‘Bubbling Under’ tracks between 100 and 125!  I bring this factoid up because ‘Supersonic’ charted in 1972 at #111... a travesty!! I’m super-glad the MCU has the best taste in classic Boomer pop music since Quentin Tarantino’s ‘90s hey-day.  Anywho, ‘Supersonic’ is just a damn purty little tune... tasteful horns, what sounds like a plucked mandolin (??), quick tempo changes... it’s wild how this was not a real hit, but I guess this is the beginning of the Kinks’ so-called Dark Ages where they avoided the U.S. Top 40 until 1978 (really 1983′s ‘Come Dancing’ was the true, but brief, comeback)... which is too bad, because I think the closest contemporary analogue to this sound is the Band, with less pretensions and harder rockin’ (yes, I said the Band is pretentious... c’mon, you know it to be true).  Honestly, all these songs are at least good, if not great... opening track ‘Here Comes Yet Another Day’ is a steady rocker, ‘Maximum Consumption’ could have totally been on ‘Muswell’ with its hilarious lyrics about eating everything in sight as a way to keep energetic on the Road.  ‘Unreal Reality’... that one is the first Band-ish song (and maybe even a little like Tim Buckley at the beginning... or not)... love the piano and horns throughout.  ‘Sitting In My Hotel’ starts off kinda slow, but it’s pretty epic... probably the most concept-y track, and it works!  What else... Dave Davies has an excellent song here, the upbeat (and too short!) ‘You Don’t Know My Name’... is he talking about himself versus his better-known brother??  Maybe... his voice is great here, it actually falls somewhere between Rod Stewart and Ronnie Lane... like it could be a Faces song... then the Rock-flute kicks in, wow awesome.  As I said the remaining tracks are all good too... the first record ends with Ray’s tribute to Hollywood stars ‘Celluloid Heroes’... another epic track.  Wait did I say first disc?  Yes, this is indeed a double-album--in keeping with the theme the second disc is all live tracks, mostly drawn from songs from the previous three records... ehhh... not a whole lot special here, except maybe the audience acapella version of ‘Lola’, but shit it’s less than two minutes long.  Seriously, they are not even trying to pander to their audience, as there are none of their ‘60s hits here... maybe that’s good from the artist’s perspective, but commercially this is where their big drop in popularity really starts, and the band does a bunch of concept albums and Rock operas for the rest of the decade, for better or for worse, with little success beyond a cult following.  I’ve heard a little bit between this and their 80s comeback, and not a whole lot really stands out... I will review their 1973 release which is really supposed to be a cliff-jumper, but whatever maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised again.  I hope so, because these tracks on this record are excellent and I’m glad I now know them.  Go listen to this record... er, at least the first record.  Also, Joel Whitburn, RIP.

[crhiscornell]

confession: i’ve never actually seen or heard jeff’s performance of once i was at the tim buckley tribute. i’m waiting until i’m prepared, which could be never, but i guess at minimum i feel like i need to reserve like. half a day to experience it and process it completely. 

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Jeffrey Alexander, Dire Wolves

An ever-mutating group, Dire Wolves (Just Exactly Perfect Sisters Band) describe their activities as “a sound of ecstatic improvisation.” They explore the confluence of psychedelic rock and free music, rambling through kosmiche rhythms and formless jazz, sometimes during the same spontaneously-created piece. Band leader Jeffrey Alexander previously participated in Black Forest/Black Sea and The Iditarod, and has played with Jackie-O Motherfucker for several years. With both a new Dire Wolves album (reviewed here) and a new solo release this summer, it’s a fine time to get his set of “ten musical things that have made me what I am, I think”:

Warner Brothers loss leaders comps

Especially The Big Ball, which was the first one I got, had a huge impact on my pre-teen brain. Grateful Dead, Joni Mitchell, Pentangle, Pearls Before Swine, Neil Young, Captain Beefheart, Tim Buckley, Jethro Tull, Incredible String Band, wow the list goes on and on. As a little wannabe-punk obsessed with all things SST, these collections expanded my ears to folk and classic rock, and continue to inform my record buying and listening habits to this day, some 40 years on.

Pearls Before Swine and Tom Rapp—For the Dead In Space

For The Dead In Space by Various

More specifically, Pearls Before Swine and Tom Rapp. I went down this rabbit hole in a major way in the ‘80s and ‘90s. Sometimes things just get under your skin, I guess. Delicate and truly psychedelic. I collected everything I could find and even recorded my own cover versions. Then I decided to ask others to do the same: projects that I worked on for years, and one of the things I’m most proud of. I turned my friend Marissa onto PBS and recorded her version of this track (her debut release) as part of these tribute albums.

Kate Bush—Hounds Of Love

A friend of mine in high school art class gave me a cassette of Hounds Of Love when it was first released. We listened to it while sculpting and painting that entire semester. I still have that same piece of plastic, although it sounds like it’s been underwater lately.

Lau Nau—Painovoimaa, valoa

I met Lau Nau on my first tour of Finland in 2004. She crafts some of the finest music of our times, deeply personal and hypnotic with subtle textures. I’m amazed and honored that she has been part of Dire Wolves these past few years.

Spires That In The Sunset Rise—“Wide Awake”

I first stumbled upon them at a camping music festival on a Wisconsin farm, also in 2004, and I was simply floored! I ended up releasing 3 of their albums (and 2 Ka Baird solo discs) on my now-defunct record label. Haunting and timeless music, played with perfection. Like Laura, Taralie and Ka are incredible improvisers with excellent ears and I’m equally amazed and honored that they have also recently been collaborating with Dire Wolves. We are not worthy.

WHFS

I can’t forget the radio station that I grew up with in Maryland. Totally free-form, deep cuts, far-out progressive. Improvisational radio is just like playing improv music – it doesn’t always work, but when it’s ON there is nothing better. I listened to this station every single day and on headphones on my newspaper bike delivery route. WHFS absolutely warped my brain, no question! And in the early ‘90s I even took a job as the M-F graveyard shift overnight DJ on Jake Einstein’s new station WRNR, after he sold HFS.

Flo + Eddie—By the Fireside

Speaking of radio, I have to include Flo + Eddie. Their ‘70s show By The Fireside was an amazing hodgepodge of sounds; they cut off records indiscriminately, were obviously totally wasted and having a ball. And just look at them here on German TV! Freaks living the dream.

Alice Coltrane—Journey In Satchidananda

The best. I return to her albums probably more than any others: profoundly moving. And of course Pharaoh Sanders wow!

Urdog—”Zombie Cloud”

I moved to Providence, RI in 1997 and stayed for ten years. I feel very lucky to have been part of an extremely special time/space for some incredible happenings/art/music/adventures. So many wonderful artists came to study at RISD and Brown and many moved into cheap, busted Olneyville warehouses, put on masks, and the rest is history. Urdog – a trio of guitar/farfisa/drums – was one of the best of the lot. I had the privilege of traveling with them across Europe in 2005, playing with bands like Sunn, Boris and Träd Gräs.

Träd, Gräs och Stenar—Gardet Fest, Stockholm 1970

Speaking of which – yes of course! Träd, Gräs och Stenar. Everything I love about about choogle and kosmische and free-spirited groove all rolled into one. My absolute favorite is their set at the Gardet Fest, Stockholm 1970. Here’s a great Swedish documentary (TGoS feature at the end of part 1 and into part 2).

The Dead—Hampton Coliseum, Hampton, VA, 10-9-89

Finally, I must mention The Dead, again. I traveled in a campervan across the country for several years on that trip. Here’s a Dark Star from Hampton VA in 1989. It was the first DS in many years (and my first), not to mention Drums>Space>Death Don’t (holy wow) but this video is especially great for me to actually view, as I was in the tapers section watching my levels. But we were all on another planet. After the Attics encore (again, wowow) the venue put up the house lights and the crowd refused to leave. Howling! Grateful Dead combine everything for me - trad folk, blues, jazz, improv … transportive ecstatic music, totally in the moment. Like I said earlier, when it’s ON...