I have seen a lot of great music in my life and I feel lucky. But you think of the ones that got away... I never got to see Jim Morrison or Hendrix. Ditto Janis or Otis. The Beatles. Alas, I am too young. Never saw Van Ronk or Fred Neil either. Or Prine.
But I did get to see Mose Allison. And Duane Allman when practically no one knew who he was. And Howling Wolf. And Lightning Hopkins. Elizabeth Cotton and Fred McDowell. Steve Goodman, Michael Bloomfield and Grace Slick. Chambers Brothers. Big Mama Thornton. Arthur Lee and Love, many times. The debut of Thick as a brick. Lee Michaels, Buffalo Springfield. The Cream reunion in New York. The Rolling Stones with Stevie Wonder for Mick's birthday at the Garden in 72.
One of the greatest performers I was ever able to hear was one Jr. Walker and the All Stars at the Belly-Up. God bless him, he was one of a kind. No one could blow the sax like Junior.
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Happy birthday love. Only good thing about today. Not sure how we can live under a dictatorship. Did I take you to see Mose Allison? He was always my favorite
Nope, saw him with Abby at the Lincoln Center.
There was a club in Georgetown, THE CELLAR DOOR. I saw Ian and Silvia, Gordon Lightfoot, Judy Collins perform there back in the day in that intimate setting, the way I always felt that that kind of music was meant to be listened to. Anyway, 1970, we went to the midnight show to see John Prine. We got there early to get a good table. We were fortunate enough to get a table about 6 feet from the stage. A young woman fronted him; She had a guitar and a bass player with huge hair with her. He was introduced as Freebo. She was fabulous and we said “She will never front anyone again.” And she never did. Her name was Bonnie Raitt.
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