GMVW # 86: "Hello, Old Friend"

Gem Music Video of the Week # 86:  Hello, Old Friend

Song:  A Friend is a Friend by Pete Townshend

(Songwriter: Pete Townshend)

August 27, 2009

 I’ve heard it stated often and also experienced it: You make connections with an old friend who you have not seen in a while, and it’s like no time has passed.  Whatever bond you had way back when kicks in again, almost immediately.  Old memories are brought back from the dead and new ones take form.  This rekindling has never failed me, but if there was ever a time it would be put to the test it was two weeks ago.  Because two weeks ago, I reconnected with a friend I had not seen in twenty eight years.

Jeff Dangelo was a neighborhood friend all through grade school. He moved to Alaska with his family after high school and later ended up in Miami, Florida after joining the Air Force.  I made a few comments about him for Gem # 67 while lamenting the fact that we had lost touch.  Before two weeks ago, most of the old gang would have likely admitted that the chances of seeing Jeff again were slim at best, and I was beginning to believe it myself.  Too many opportunities to reconnect had fallen by the wayside: There was a last minute cancellation to attend my wedding, and a few other aborted reunions.  Also, for whatever reason, I’ve never been to Florida, never mind Miami. Ten years had gone by since Jeff had touched base with any of us.  Fate seemed to weigh heavily against us ever seeing him again and it appeared we had all moved on.

Twenty Eight years is a long time and a lot of water can pass under the bridge in that span, particularly if it’s that period of your life that covers your 20’s, 30’s and 40’s.  For me, there was college and road trips, double dates, bachelor parties, weddings, home purchases and children, along with concerts, sporting events, weekend gatherings, parties, new friends, and, unfortunately/inevitably, funerals.  Even if there was a reunion, the idea of reconnecting at any meaningful level seemed far fetched.  We are all after all very different people in our middle age than when we graduate from high school…. aren’t we?

Two weeks ago today, I was about to find out.  A series of events over the previous month or so had led up to that point.  There was the initial suggestion by Amy that I get on Facebook (something I was very reluctant to do) and the virtual guarantee by Cousin Jack that it would one day pay off (Jack also made a noble but futile attempt to track down Jeff after reading the email for Gem # 67).  There was the surprise Facebook ‘visit’ from Jeff’s wife, Ivonne, asking if I was indeed who I appeared to be.  There was a follow up two hour phone conversation with Jeff, during which I half-jokingly suggested he join the old gang in Humarock at Mac’s cottage that very weekend.  Finally, there was the email from Jeff, stating he had a ticket and was ready to board a plane the very next day.  I spread the word to a shocked gang and we began to piece together what was to turn out to be a classic weekend itinerary. 

That Friday afternoon heading into Logan Airport, it all felt a bit bizarre. I was reassured, however, thinking back on the prior 24 hours and the reaction I was getting from everyone about seeing our old friend again. And so, after Jeff and I spotted one another in the baggage area, and sized each other up for a moment, that old truism kicked in yet again.  And though this time it was a twenty eight year challenge, it mattered not.  We were back on a track we left behind many years earlier.  There was no shortage of laughter and conversation on the drive back to Franklin.  On the contrary, we did a LOT of catching up on that ride, tumbling over one memory after another as well as catching up with each others lives to the present.  This carried through for the remainder of Jeff’s visit, not just between him and me, but everyone else as well. In some ways, Jeff’s visit even bridged a few gaps between the seven of us he left behind:  A much needed missing puzzle piece, I suppose.

Friendship can be a funny thing, playing out in all sorts of ways.  Two weeks ago, I saw it as a whole of eight; in a one on one moment; and all permutations in between of 3 or 4 of us, and so on.  I’ve seen it on entirely different planes with other friends from college, work and extended family, and certainly have seen it play out with Nancy’s long-time and extremely loyal friends (including Madeline, who is on the receiving end of these emails) and the friends of Fred, Jen, Joe, Amy, Pat, and their spouses, as well as Mom and Dad. 

This weeks Gem ‘A Friend is a Friend’ is live concert footage of Pete Townshend performing this song and it touches on much of what friendship is all about.  Sorry for the back-to-back Townshend-centric videos, but this I realized would happen sooner or later during the compilation of these Gems: There’s too much in Pete Townshend’s catalog (with and without the Who) that passes for Gem material to continue to avoid this inevitability.  As for this particular Gem, after what transpired two weeks ago, I’m more believing of Townshend’s lyrics now than ever before.  Below the Gem link is a second url link of the same song from the animation movie ‘The Iron Giant’.  Below that are the lyrics to ‘A Friend is a Friend’.

I searched a bit for other definitions of friendship on the Web.  Here’s one from a 19th century writer that stuck: “Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.” 

Ok, perhaps a line is needed in this definition regarding tossing some friendly abuse out on occasion, but not bad.  Not bad at all.

- Pete

A Friend is a Friend, Pete Townshend live

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EIw9Q2d8Z0

From the animation movie ‘The Iron Giant’

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpiYXRt5MyM

Lyrics to ‘A Friend is a Friend’

When eyes meet in silence

A pact can be made

A lifelong alliance

That won't be betrayed

Won't be betrayed

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

A friend is a friend

Nothing can change that

Arguments, squabbles

Can't break the contract

That each of you makes

To the death, to the end

Deliver your future,

Into the hands of your friend

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly yeah

A promise is a promise

A handshake will seal it

No amount of discussion

Can ever repeal it

Commitment forever

To borrow or lend

Deliver your future

Into the hands of your friend

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Come on

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

When eyes meet in silence

A pact can be made

(You need a pact)

A lifelong alliance

That won't be betrayed

(Won't be betrayed)

You need a mate

(You need a mate)

When facing the end

But what is the fate

(What is the fate)

Now facing my friend

Facing my friend, yeah

What faces my friend?

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

A friend is a friend

Nothing can change that

Arguments, squabbles

Can't break the contract

That each of you makes

To the death, to the end

Deliver your future,

Into the hands of your friend, yeah

Be friendly

Be friendly

Befriend me now

Be friendly

Befriend me now

About the Video: The Who on their 1989 “Farewell Tour”.  Townshend is on the stage without Daltrey or Entwistle for this number

Video Rating: 1

Best Feedback: Jeff Dangelo

Pete, old friend/new friend. As if my reunion with you guys couldn't have been any better, you top it off with your Gem e-mail. It brought tears to my eyes, as well as Ivonne's. You truly may not know how healing it was for me to see you all, and to know that I'm still, after all this time, thought of as a friend. I know now more than ever I won't waste this re-connection, and will consider going "home" every year a new tradition. Sorry I don't check my e-mail as much as I should, I really don't spend time on the computer that much, but I'll try harder. Keep those Gems coming, that's pretty cool that you write stuff like that all the time.

And Joe:

Pete - great write up below...it must have been nice to catch up with Jeff....does he look the same? 

And Fred:

And Happy Birthday week to you, Pete!

And Jeff’s wife, Ivonne:

Jeff was very emotional over your e-mail. I still can't believe how much it meant to Jeff to have you back in his life."

GMVW # 85: "Music and Memory"

Gem Music Video of the Week # 85:  Music and Memory

Song:  Love Reign O’er Me by The Who

Covered Here By: Bettye LaVette

(Songwriter: Pete Townshend)

August 19, 2009

Songs are often linked with memories, but occasionally a song is so inextricably linked to a memory, there is no separating the two:  The memory defines the song, and visa versa.  This week’s entry is about a powerful moment/memory in my life and the Gem of a song that accompanies it. 

Twenty one years ago today, Cousin Rebecca and great friend, Dave were married (both are on the receiving end of these weekly postings). I was there when they met, and several years later, was honored when they asked me to be their best man.  It was a picture perfect wedding on a picture perfect day, and other than my own wedding, I’ve never before or since had more friends and family gathered together at one event. 

At the rehearsal dinner, Becca introduced me to her nephew, Danny, saying to him: “This is the best man”.  He was young and innocent enough to believe this was my real name.  When he started calling me ‘Best Man’, I neglected to correct him, despite the half a dozen or so opportunities I had when he posed a question my way.  How could you correct a name like that?  Besides, he had it right….at least for the weekend.

The best man speech for the reception was pretty easy to come up with:  When you are there to see the relationship of a cousin and close friend unfold, there is no shortage of material to compile a 2 hour toast, never mind 2 minutes.  I don’t actually have the speech memorized, but will do my best to resurrect/paraphrase/embellish/idealize it here for posterity’s sake (leaving out the murmurs, throat clearings, stutters, ahems, and grunts):

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“It’s remarkable to be here today to be a witness to the marriage between a great friend and an equally great cousin.  I figured the best way to toast them, would be to revisit how they met over three years ago. 

It started with an extended family gathering at my parents home, when Becca mentioned to my Mom that she was looking at options for Graduate School, including visiting universities in Canada.  Mom told Becca that I would soon be heading up to Ottawa to visit school friends, and that she should talk to me about coordinating our travel plans.  It was not long before Becca and I were ironing out the details.

Although excited about the prospect of having my cousin join me on a trek north of the border, I was a bit concerned:  This was another side of me, the bachelor side.  Not so much a problem on its own.  However, my bachelor side included many fellow bachelors, particularly two who would be joining us on the road trip: Dave and Mac.  I would be able to tone things down a bit on my end, but I had no control over these guys…. none whatsoever. 

As we began our trip, Becca and Dave in the back, Mac in the passenger seat, me driving, things got off on the wrong foot. Mac and Dave had spent a large chunk of the night before awake and partying.  The conversations were over-spiced with harsh adjectives and interjections.  And one word came to mind in regards to their appearance: Disheveled.  Normally I could care less (I can be as shabby as the best of them).  This time it was different.

But Becca seemed to be enjoying herself.  And when a misplaced donut was sat upon, there were no moments of tenseness to work through.  On the contrary, abuse was slung in several directions, with accompanying laughter, and no one was offended.  All seemed rather normal in terms of a road trip with Mac and Dave (of which I had much to compare to).  As the trip entered Vermont things got quiet in the back seat.  Crossword puzzles were being solved at record pace.  This was teamwork.  Something was up.

When we got to Ottawa, Becca and Dave were already very much enjoying each others company.  This was great, because I had a lot of catching up to do with my Canadian friends and, in all honesty, plum forgot about my cousin at times.  It did not matter.  Becca was in good hands. Everyone had a blast. The weekend went without a hitch.  It was a top-drawer road trip.  And most important, a romance began to take root.

Since then we four have been quite inseparable in regards to good times.  Over the last few years, I’ve looked at Becca more as a friend than a cousin.  And her relationship with Dave has become long-lasting. Now they are appropriately getting married.  I wish them the best of times in their future together.”

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These are the memories of a priceless day, but in terms of introducing this week’s Gem, Becca and Dave’s union is but half the story.  Unfortunately, the other half was tragic, because there was one person who did not make it to the wedding, Aunt Ginger, who died in a car crash the day before.  Ginger, a Dominican Nun and a beautiful person, was related to half the crowd in attendance, including the bride.  Many heavy hearts were valiantly put on the shelf that day, to celebrate a blessed event.  Looking back, it was quite amazing that the celebration truly overcame our common loss.

Last week I talked about appreciation, and among many other superlatives, appreciation is something Ginger had an abundance of.  Ginger appreciated everything, particularly people, and however much you appreciated her it was hard to top her appreciation for you.  This, I am sure, she garnered from her strong faith in God.  And when you have that much appreciation for those around you, you’re well loved and admired.  Her death was a very difficult blow because through her faith, she was a source of strength for everyone who knew her.

For me, I can never forget the moment of that sunny morning when I realized I could focus on the wedding while still keeping Ginger close to heart.  I had already headed back home that morning to visit with Mom, take a shower, and dress up in my tuxedo.  I then picked Dave up and we connected with the old gang for breakfast.  I recall Mac stepping to the plate and keeping the atmosphere upbeat, as the spirit of the moment was still escaping me.

Dave and I then took the drive up Rte 495 to the Martha Mary Chapel at the Wayside Inn.  We had the radio on, and as we drove along the rolling valley of that long stretch of highway just north of the Rte 9 exit, The Who’s ‘Love Reign O’er Me’ came on the radio:  Not an all that common song to hear on the radio compared to other Who songs. The song, sun, valley, and cruising that stretch of road dressed to the hilt in tuxedos as groom and best man was surreal.  We turned the dial way up.  I listened intently to the lyrics and music, and I was immediately locked in, suddenly ready and excited for the day ahead. 

Dad was locked in too, giving the blessing (which Ginger had written) at the reception, with Mom standing by his side.  It was an unforgettable moment as I recall reflecting on how close Dad was to Mom’s sister.  Ginger’s brothers and sisters were also locked in, as were Becca’s entire family, particularly the bride and groom.  With all that locking in, I have no doubt, Ginger was there with us.

The Who have performed ‘Love Reign O’er Me’ frequently in concert over the years.  I believe it to be one of Roger Daltrey’s favorites. The songs bridge, the weaving of the words reign vs rain, and the over-the-top vocals all contribute to the intensity of this song.  Last year, when the Who were recognized at the annual Kennedy Center Honors, Bettye LaVette covered ‘Love Reign O’er Me’ and did an exceptional job.  It’s her version that is captured for this week’s Gem.  Below it is a still shot video with the original studio recording that gave a well needed dose of healing all those years ago.  Below that is a live 1996 Who performance of the song (the first Quadrophenia show in Hyde Park, London).

Happy Anniversary, Becca and Dave!  Has it really been 21 years since I was thrown into a lake wearing a tuxedo?  21 years since watching a DJ get coerced into playing Little Feat songs and little else?  21 years since the first guy in the old gang made the Big Leap?  …..Yow!

-              Pete

Gem Music Video

Bettye LaVette performing Love Reign O’er Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJi6maTueSc

Love Reign O’er Me, The Who’s Studio Version

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cA8rZEJqhE

Love Reign O’er Me, The Who Live, 1996

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeLEo318Yec

Love Reign O’er Me lyrics

Only love

Can make it rain

The way the beach is kissed by the sea

Only love

Can make it rain

Like the sweat of lovers

Laying in the fields.

Love, Reign o'er me

Love, Reign o'er me, rain on me

Only love

Can bring the rain

That makes you yearn to the sky

Only love

Can bring the rain

That falls like tears from on high

Love Reign O'er me

On the dry and dusty road

The nights we spend apart alone

I need to get back home to cool cool rain

I can't sleep and I lay and I think

The night is hot and black as ink

Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain

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About the Video: 2008 Kennedy Center Honors performance 

Video Rating: 1

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Best Feedback: Bec & Dave

Best Man, thanks for the never ending friendship and support you have offered all on this list. We were thinking that you may have included Lou Reed's "I Love You" here, but this is an excellent choice as well.

Seeing Jeff D this weekend has brought back great memories, our wedding one of the best.

Wow, 21 years and counting.

Thanks, Bec and Dave

And: Mom

You never cease to amaze me Pete...great gem as I sit here down the Cape on a beautiful morning you once again touched my heart...XO

And: Tina
hi pete,
reading your music gems are like reading a really good book. your love of family and friends, music and mayhem always leave me wanting more. after reading this one, i felt like i was at on that pre-wedding drive with you. what a lovely anniversary tribute to becca and dave.
 are you saving these? they would make a terrific book.
keep writing.
x0x0x
tina

Becca: Hi Tina....he really was an excellent best man! Becca

Dale: I second that!!!

GMVW # 84: "A Fresh Perspective"

Gem Music Video of the Week # 84:  A Fresh Perspective

Song:  Love Train by the O’Jays

(Songwriters: Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff)

August 13, 2009

On our long journey West this past month one feature we never came close to seeing was the ocean.  In fact, the nearest we came to the ocean was at the very beginning of the trip when we reached our 100-foot distance milestone at the bottom of the driveway, a good 50 miles from Hampton Beach.  When we took a left out of the driveway instead of a right, the Atlantic Ocean was already beyond the range of our rear view mirror and the distance only grew with every mile logged.  A U-turn in U-tah guaranteed the Pacific Ocean would remain beyond the horizon as well.

While in the heart of the country, I brought up to Charlotte the very real possibility that there were older folks in the small towns we were traveling through whom had never seen the ocean.  This was hard for her to fathom (no pun intended).  After all, here in New England, the ocean is somewhat of a given.  We all connect with it, at least on occasion, but more likely often, be it in Rockport, Old Lyme, Acadia, Newport, Mystic, Edgartown, Scituate, Boston, Portsmouth, Camden, Fairfield, Portland, Fall River, Salem, Block Island, or the heart of our region’s coastal zone, Cape Cod.

As far back as I can remember Cape Cod was a routine destination for Mom and Dad, with Falmouth as the focal point. One big reason for our numerous crossings over the Bourne Bridge was that Dad’s parents and three of his four sisters lived in Falmouth (two of my Aunts and many cousins still live there):  Our many visits to their homes, neighborhoods and beaches are etched in my memory.  However, family ties were not the only reason for our frequent visitation.  The other reason was that Dad loved the ocean.  He was drawn to it (still is), and every visit to Falmouth included side treks along the coast, including Old Silver Beach, the Inner Harbor, the Heights, and the large salt ponds that break up East Falmouth into a series of peninsulas.

Most consistent of these side treks were the evening drives along the coastal route that meanders past Nobska Point Lighthouse, connecting Falmouth Town Beach to Woods Hole. Dad could not get enough of this drive and I believe the vistas, which allowed insight into the sheer vastness of the ocean, were the primary reason.  For the past 35 years this route has been the scene of the Falmouth Road Race, which has had Steeves family entries every year since its inception (this year the representatives consisted of Brother Pat, Sister-in-law Ruth, Brother-in-law Paul, Niece/Goddaughter Kelley and Cousin Andrea).  Yet, before the Road Race this stretch of coastline appeared to us to be Dad’s secret, as often it seemed we were the only car on the road those carefree summer evenings.

Me?  I was occasionally captivated but more often indifferent to those aspects of the deep blue sea that seemed to fascinate Dad the most.  I loved looking for creatures in the tide pools, but the immensity of the ocean was beyond my comprehension.  And so during those car rides around Falmouth my focus could easily veer in other directions, like my baseball card collection, a good comic book, or how to give Joe a noogie without Mom noticing.

That was then, this is now.  My appreciation for Cape Cod and the ocean has grown over the years. And when I have the opportunity to enjoy a visit to Mac’s place in Humarock and sit out on the deck with the ocean on one side and the South River Harbor on the other, I do my best to appreciate what’s around me. It’s much easier now than it was as a kid. No longer is a view of the high seas taken for granted.  In fact, now it’s me trying to get Charlotte and Peter’s attention to point out some half-crazed, ocean-inspired insight of mine.  What goes around comes around.

Appreciation works in mysterious ways.  Sometimes a good thing can be staring you right in the face, and you don’t notice. This goes for music as much as anything. How is it that a song can mean little or nothing at one time, but later finds its way into you’re sub consciousness (or, to use the right terminology for this forum, you’re ‘Gem Space’)?  I’ve sometimes wondered: Do someone’s ears, like their taste buds, evolve over time, or is it just life experiences and the right moment that open new opportunities for previously discarded songs?

Gem Video of the Week, ‘Love Train’, by the O’Jays, turned the corner for me in the most unlikely of ways:  A Super Bowl Coors Light commercial.  The version here was performed on the David Letterman show.  Something about it finally gave me a sense of appreciation….. much like a recent viewing of the ocean at the Nobska Lighthouse.  I get it, Dad.  I get it.

- Pete

Love Train by The O’Jays

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1cTun4foMM

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About the Video: Performed on the David Letterman Show (not sure of the date). 

Video Ranking: 1

GMVW # 83: "Night School"

Gem Music Video of the Week # 83:  Night School

Song:  Memory Motel by The Rolling Stones

(Songwriters: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards)

August 6, 2009

It was a picture-perfect summer afternoon on a middle-of-the-work-week day in 1989.  This I am sure of.  Dad walked into Jen and Dale’s home and appeared to be somewhat perplexed.  He may have even rubbed his eyes while doing a double take at the clock and calendar.  Was the scene that unfolded in front of him an aberration? 

The house had been overtaken by revelers.  Rock music was blaring on the stereo.  Wasn’t everyone supposed to be working?  After all, many at the party were several years out of college.  The economy wasn’t that bad, was it?  Out on the deck a line of people: Was this a modern day version of the depression era soup kitchens?  I guess that would depend on ones perspective, because this was a beer line.  What was going on? There was only one answer:  We were all a bunch of flunkies! All that college tuition down the tubes!

I filled Dad in: Serious Rock and Roll was to be played that evening at Foxboro Stadium in the form of The Who. This was a certified big event, and everyone had taken the afternoon off from their respective jobs.  Now I’m just guessing, but Dad may have right then and there absorbed just how powerful of a hold Rock music had on our generation at that time.  It was a unifying moment.  Who knew it was fleeting (I guess in some ways we all did).

Many of my fondest memories are of going to concerts with friends and family.  Often, it’s not just the concert, but also the pre-show build-up that comes to mind.  Concert events have always been a great opportunity to reconnect and celebrate with like music minds.  Concert attendance started for me with a Rush show at the Providence Civic Center in 1978.  I believe Pete, Mac, Jeff and Dave were all there for that one.  Next up was Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers at a small Worcester theater with Matt Garrity the same year. 

The flood gates opened up after that, and so did the memories.  Several shows have already been discussed: the Foxboro trifecta in 1983 (Gem # 36-38); Ray Davies at the Westbeth Theater in New York City with Mac in 1997 (Gem # 17); The Band with Nancy on New Years Eve in 1994 (Gem # 19), The Who performing Quadrophenia at Madison Square Garden with Nancy, Kurt, Becca, Dave and Mac in 1996 (Gem # 22); Lou Reed at the Orpheum with Mac, Dave, Becca (Gem # 54). 

But there was so much more, including (off the top of my head) REM with Pat at Great Woods; Jonathan Richman in Montreal with Fred and Mac; Arlo Guthrie at the Old Vienna with Nancy and Jeff; 10,000 Maniacs at Great Woods with Mac; Joe Jackson on the Boston Common with Joe; Elvis Costello at the Cape Cod Coliseum with Mac; The Who in Buffalo with many rowdy Canadians; Ronnie Wood in Kenmore Square with Nancy and Mac; Eric Clapton in Providence with Nancy and Dave; Richard Thompson at the Somerville Theater with Fred;  Richie Havens in Lowell with Nancy; The Pogues at the Orpheum with Phil and Mac; Pete Townshend at Harbor Lights with Dave, Becca, and Mac; Van Morrison at the Orpheum with Nancy, Kip, and Fred; Roger Daltrey at the Orpheum with Mac and Bouv; Neil Young and Crazy Horse at Great Woods with Bouv; John Entwistle at Mama Kins with Mac; and the recent Leonard Cohen show at the Shubert Theatre with Nancy.  There were also several fantastic Grateful Dead concerts and numerous other Who, Jonathan Richman, and Neil Young events.  Many other shows come to mind.

Music Festivals have been huge as well.  There was the overnighter at Buck Steep Manor and other big events in Burlington VT, North Adams MA, Amherst MA, Wachusett Mountain Resort, Ottawa, Tanglewood, Southern Rhode Island, UMass Boston, Lowell, Newport RI, and Craftsbury VT.  All are reflected on fondly.

And then there are the Rolling Stones shows.  There’s something about Stones concerts that makes the actual event much larger than the band itself.  There’s so much history there, and the music spans many generations. The crowd is always very diverse, and most know their stuff. They are true fans, which contributes to the charged atmosphere. The band has so many solid songs in their catalog, that they can do no wrong when putting together a set list.  I’ve seen them 4 times, and it’s always a momentous occasion.

As mentioned for Gem # 41, the Rolling Stones are the only band I’ve seen that has truly mastered the large outdoor football stadiums (I hear U2 are pretty good on the big stage as well).  Other bands are at their best at places that range in size from a small night club to an indoor arena.  The Stones can be at their best at any location, and this includes the largest of venues.  They’ve figured out how to connect with the crowd, and have done so in a number of creative ways, including: Using a walking bridge to a smaller stage in the middle of the field, where they perform 3-4 songs; designing stage wings that extend far to the left and right of the stage for Jagger and Co. to strut out on; touring with top-of-the-line audio and video equipment and maximizing on it’s use; using multi-level platforms; unveiling outrageous stage props half way through a show; and launching fire works to wrap things up.  Mostly though, they are true professionals who give you a great show despite their well-acted devil-may-care reputation.

Attending most of these shows with me over the years have been fellow Stones enthusiasts, Amy and Paul.  Nothing is better than going to a show with someone who is in the moment, and both Amy and Paul have fulfilled this role each and every time.  There’s no discussion of work or other mundane topics.  It’s all Stones most all the time (there has to be some room for small talk).  So, by the time the band takes the stage, I’m primed.

One great thing about Stones shows is that the band has always recognized their influences.  Their shows have included guest appearances by the likes of Muddy Waters, BB King, and John Lee Hooker, and they often cover old blues songs such as ‘Little Red Rooster’ and ‘I’m a Man’.

Gem Music Video of the Week is a Citarell favorite (and mine): ‘Memory Motel’.  This live version includes a guest appearance by Dave Mathews.  Keith Richards adds his part to the lead vocals (“She’s got a mind of her own, and she uses it well, yeahhh”).  The next link after the Gem video is a live version of ‘Monkey Man’, another favorite.  It was during the performance of this song in Foxboro, that the band seemed to pull off a magic trick, sucking the air out of the stadium through the speakers as the mid-song guitar playing of Ronnie Wood transitioned to that great roller-coaster-like sound you hear from that point on.  At least it seemed like a magic trick. Maybe it was the Rumple Minze. Below Monkey Man is a made-for-MTV-type video of ‘Worried About You’ from the ‘TattooYou’ album.

Thanks to all who have enjoyed live music with me over the years.  It’s been a “Gas, gas, gas!”  Hopefully there are plenty of more opportunities on the horizon.

- Pete

Gem Music Video: Memory Motel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cowl02DXx3A

Monkey Man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxZMFSNOMwI

Worried About You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rA0IpWMjYJk&feature=related

About the Video: Live with Dave Mathews (2003?)

Video Rating: 1.5 (There may not be a better version, however)

Best Feedback: Paul

Nice pickens Pete!  Yes - that show at Foxboro was "memorable" - we even named our dog Hanna after that song and of course Amy and I visited the Memory motel out in Montauk  a few years ago -- We have to go to another show soon!  You have now made up for the Bill Clinton post card that I received in my mail box last week.  To think that there would be a day that I would actually say "I would rather have Bill (or Hillary!) Clinton in the White House" is mind boggling but true!  (lets not go down that path right now)  BTW - the post card did make it on to the dart board - I have never had so many bulls eyes! 

My Reply:

Postcard?  What postcard?

I'm not sure if this is related, but when I was in Little Rock, we swung by the Clinton Presidential Library and saw that they were adding a "Citarell Wing".  Someone mentioned the amazing generosity of donations for the library from the Northeast.

- Pete

And: Jeff

Thanks, Pete.  The Mose Allison show has go me all in a kink, but I am not gong to miss it being so close to home and all.  I had hoped to ride bike up there for the weekend, but now will, at best, have to drive quickly Sunday mornin to get up there in time and then just head back home that night.  not even sure if I will make it, but the confluence of the Kennedys and Gandalf together at a show is always a hoot, not to mention Gorka.  Tell Gardner, Leslie or anyone else who is still interested in going out and hearing some excellent music.

My first shows in high school had little to do with what I really ended up liking over time.  But they were some of what I was into at the time, and being out in boonies, didn't get to see some of the much more intense stuff only 80 to 200 mi away.  Nevertheless, I saw a killer James Gang show in a little auditorium around 71, and prior to that, Sly & the Family Stone, Steppenwolf, Zappa, and I think Emerson, Lake and Palmer. although the latter may have been later along, but back in Harrisburg where I saw some of the others.

The big deal was a local band playing every Sunday night in a little field house in Hamburg (PA not GE!).  They did a little bit of their own stuff but mostly great authentic covers of Hendrix, Ten Years After, Spooky Tooth, CTA era Chicago, and the best version of Just Like a Woman I have ever heard, to this day.  The scene there was our own little pure hippie culture, with Steam Machine.