I had a dream last night that I was on stage with the Band. We were playing on a balcony of an ornate two story building in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I was sandwiched in between the microphone stands.
I distinctly remember making serious eye contact with Robbie in the dream, he is looking at me like "what the hell is this guy doing on stage?" Also recall Danko and Levon, no Garth or Richard, at least in dreamland. A great concert, maybe I can get an encore tonight when I fall once again to sleep.
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The Band was without peer during the 1960's. Great songwriting, great musicianship, each singer contributed unique vocal qualities. God, I miss 1968!
I wake up an night with their music running through my head. I also dream of certain numbers the do but yet have the vision of being in the group with them.
This phenominum must be similar to those prophets to whom god appeared to give them his will for the world. Stuff like the crusades and the inquisition.
Ken
also...
Be sure you take enough beads for the chicks who will flash you.
Ken
I though that all but Levon were Canadians, I thought. Americans in the sense of culture and North America.
You are right about the Canada thing Ken. If you get a chance read, This Wheels on Fire, for Levon's take.
I was such a fan I followed Danko around on his first solo tour. Still love him to death and after death.
Thank you for all the great comments on the blog tonight. A record, I think.
Were you stark naked?
It makes no difference...
Boy, oh boy, Quiet Ken is on a roll!!! Keep it up!! I especially like the suggestion of the beads!!
each member was irreplaceable. no weak links. you can't say that about many bands.
this version of the Band, post Robbie and Richard, was actually really good; great guitar and piano playing, and the second drummer kept Levon on track; i thought Garth had fallen asleep at the keyboard until he took that wonderful saxophone solo; and of course Rick could still sing like an angel; on one of their albums they do a version of Altantic City, the Springsteen song, that knocks me out.
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