I went down to the crossroads....
I. Am. In. Love. With. ANNA KRISTINA! Seven minutes on the harmonica!
And such wonderful rendition of the old blues song!
And such wonderful rendition of the old blues song!
Got da Blues....
The Blues Club timewarp series presents one of the last ever concerts by the Yardbirds before they disintegrated into their parts forming Led Zeppelin and Renaissance...
It was the third of September...
We were going to have the legendary Arlo Guthrie here but he called and cancelled the show. It wasn't just our show he cancelled. He cancelled all future shows. Sadly, Arlo had to retire from touring due to health problems. He is very open about his situation.
We wish Arlo the best in his retirement and per his request we will be having a special fundraiser show here at the Highway 99 Blues Club for Alice Brock ... remember Alice ... she had a restaurant ... and Thanksgiving is coming around on the guitar again...
Here is Arlo Guthrie's Retirement Announcement
Gone Fishing by adg on Fri Oct 23, 2020 5:38 am
It’s been a great 50+ years of being a working entertainer, but I reached the difficult decision that touring and stage shows are no longer possible. That’s the short version. For the longer version continue reading…
As a folksinger, I never really thought much about getting older. It seemed to me that I could just continue year after year, decade after decade, singing and playing as I had done for most of my life. As the years went by, it got more difficult to keep touring, but I did it, mostly because I’d been doing it my entire life. It was the life I knew and loved.
In 2016 on April 1st, April Fools Day, I got really dizzy in the parking lot of the hotel, and started seeing as though I were looking through a kaleidoscope. That evening the show went on as though nothing had happened. I had no idea I’d just encountered a mini stroke until weeks later, when I was told about it. It didn’t appear to affect my performance, or my state of being. I continued touring for the next 4 years.
Then, on Thanksgiving Day 2019 (of all freaking days) it happened again. This time I was on my way to The Church / The Guthrie Center to help out with our annual Thanksgiving Dinner that we hold every year. I had pulled over to fuel up and realized I couldn’t continue to drive safely, as everything was spinning around, sort of like the old days, but without the help of illegal substances. I was taken to the hospital, and was under evaluation, when I broke out. I had an important gig at Carnegie Hall in New York - The end of an annual series I’d been doing for decades and it was Sold Out. I had to be there. It was imperative.
The next morning I left the hospital, took the family and headed for New York. And what a show it was! We wrapped up 50 years with a terrific evening with the entire family on stage. I really enjoyed it.
The following day I flew to my home in Sebastian, FL just as I had done for years, this time with the history of Carnegie Hall behind me. My girlfriend, Marti picked me up at the airport, and we settled into the routine of being on the river I loved. Two nights after arriving home, I awoke in the morning and was lurching from sIde to side. I knew something was wrong, and went to keep a doctors appointment we’d previously set up. The doc said, “You need to go to the hospital — Now.”
So, Marti took me to the hospital nearby in Vero Beach. They kept me there for 3 days, running tests of all kinds, and essentially informed me that I’d suffered a stroke. This time was more serious, as I’d lost some ability to walk, and I wondered if I would be able to play music. I spent about a week in a rehab center to re-learn the basics, like walking. I went home after that, and began a regimen of playing guitar, walking… All the things I would need to continue touring and performing. During the entire time, Marti kept the family and close friends advised as to my progress, and took really great care of me. I needed all the help I could get. And she was there to see it done right.
By the the time our first shows began in 2020, I was at about at 80% and felt like I was improving. Then the pandemic hit. All the shows we had planned for 2020 were at first, postponed, then rescheduled and finally cancelled. My hopes for a gradual recovery onstage came to an abrupt end.
Meanwhile, I’d decided back in 2018 to move from the home in Florida. And just as I’d returned from our last gig in Tennessee, a buyer appeared, and we had a deal on the table to sell The CrabHouse. I wasn’t in any shape to go through the intricacies of selling a guitar pick, let alone a home with 30 years of stuff we’d collected. Marti ended up doing it all. She finalized the deal, and dealt with the stuff that either had to be sold, moved or thrown out. It was quite a lot. But, through garage sales, online markets, movers and friends, she’d pretty much emptied the CrabHouse of everything, and we moved into her place about a mile away.
We were there for a few weeks, before it was safe enough to return to The Farm in Massachusetts. That was in June 2020. Since then we’ve been holed up at The Farm trying to keep out of harms way, and also trying to provide some online entertainment for our friends who were, and continue to be, holed up wherever they are. My band and crew arranged a few short gigs that were filmed at The Church, but when I saw the play-back in the editing room I realized that it was not up to the standards I expected of myself, let alone the expectations that our friends and fans had come to enjoy.
A folksinger’s shelf life may be a lot longer than a dancer or an athlete, but at some point, unless you’re incredibly fortunate or just plain whacko (either one or both) it’s time to hang up the “Gone Fishing” sign. Going from town to town and doing stage shows, remaining on the road is no longer an option.
I don’t remember answering the question on the other side of that piece of paper when I was asked “Kid! Have you rehabilitated yourself?” But, the short answer is now clearly, “No!” In fact, I hope to be a thorn in the side of a new administration pretty soon. Tom Paine once wrote “To argue with a man who has renounced the use … of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead….” In other words, you cannot and should not argue with people who don’t care, or hold the caring of others in contempt. A healthy suspicion of authority, left, right or center has been the hallmark of my career since the beginning, and I will continue to poke fun at cultural, political, or personal absurdities as I see it. I’m actually looking forward to it.
I’m happy, healthy and good to go, even if I’m not going anywhere. I’ve taken back 6-9 months that I used to spend on the road, and enjoying myself with Marti, my family and friends. In short - Gone Fishing.
It’s been a great 50+ years of being a working entertainer, but I reached the difficult decision that touring and stage shows are no longer possible. That’s the short version. For the longer version continue reading…
As a folksinger, I never really thought much about getting older. It seemed to me that I could just continue year after year, decade after decade, singing and playing as I had done for most of my life. As the years went by, it got more difficult to keep touring, but I did it, mostly because I’d been doing it my entire life. It was the life I knew and loved.
In 2016 on April 1st, April Fools Day, I got really dizzy in the parking lot of the hotel, and started seeing as though I were looking through a kaleidoscope. That evening the show went on as though nothing had happened. I had no idea I’d just encountered a mini stroke until weeks later, when I was told about it. It didn’t appear to affect my performance, or my state of being. I continued touring for the next 4 years.
Then, on Thanksgiving Day 2019 (of all freaking days) it happened again. This time I was on my way to The Church / The Guthrie Center to help out with our annual Thanksgiving Dinner that we hold every year. I had pulled over to fuel up and realized I couldn’t continue to drive safely, as everything was spinning around, sort of like the old days, but without the help of illegal substances. I was taken to the hospital, and was under evaluation, when I broke out. I had an important gig at Carnegie Hall in New York - The end of an annual series I’d been doing for decades and it was Sold Out. I had to be there. It was imperative.
The next morning I left the hospital, took the family and headed for New York. And what a show it was! We wrapped up 50 years with a terrific evening with the entire family on stage. I really enjoyed it.
The following day I flew to my home in Sebastian, FL just as I had done for years, this time with the history of Carnegie Hall behind me. My girlfriend, Marti picked me up at the airport, and we settled into the routine of being on the river I loved. Two nights after arriving home, I awoke in the morning and was lurching from sIde to side. I knew something was wrong, and went to keep a doctors appointment we’d previously set up. The doc said, “You need to go to the hospital — Now.”
So, Marti took me to the hospital nearby in Vero Beach. They kept me there for 3 days, running tests of all kinds, and essentially informed me that I’d suffered a stroke. This time was more serious, as I’d lost some ability to walk, and I wondered if I would be able to play music. I spent about a week in a rehab center to re-learn the basics, like walking. I went home after that, and began a regimen of playing guitar, walking… All the things I would need to continue touring and performing. During the entire time, Marti kept the family and close friends advised as to my progress, and took really great care of me. I needed all the help I could get. And she was there to see it done right.
By the the time our first shows began in 2020, I was at about at 80% and felt like I was improving. Then the pandemic hit. All the shows we had planned for 2020 were at first, postponed, then rescheduled and finally cancelled. My hopes for a gradual recovery onstage came to an abrupt end.
Meanwhile, I’d decided back in 2018 to move from the home in Florida. And just as I’d returned from our last gig in Tennessee, a buyer appeared, and we had a deal on the table to sell The CrabHouse. I wasn’t in any shape to go through the intricacies of selling a guitar pick, let alone a home with 30 years of stuff we’d collected. Marti ended up doing it all. She finalized the deal, and dealt with the stuff that either had to be sold, moved or thrown out. It was quite a lot. But, through garage sales, online markets, movers and friends, she’d pretty much emptied the CrabHouse of everything, and we moved into her place about a mile away.
We were there for a few weeks, before it was safe enough to return to The Farm in Massachusetts. That was in June 2020. Since then we’ve been holed up at The Farm trying to keep out of harms way, and also trying to provide some online entertainment for our friends who were, and continue to be, holed up wherever they are. My band and crew arranged a few short gigs that were filmed at The Church, but when I saw the play-back in the editing room I realized that it was not up to the standards I expected of myself, let alone the expectations that our friends and fans had come to enjoy.
A folksinger’s shelf life may be a lot longer than a dancer or an athlete, but at some point, unless you’re incredibly fortunate or just plain whacko (either one or both) it’s time to hang up the “Gone Fishing” sign. Going from town to town and doing stage shows, remaining on the road is no longer an option.
I don’t remember answering the question on the other side of that piece of paper when I was asked “Kid! Have you rehabilitated yourself?” But, the short answer is now clearly, “No!” In fact, I hope to be a thorn in the side of a new administration pretty soon. Tom Paine once wrote “To argue with a man who has renounced the use … of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead….” In other words, you cannot and should not argue with people who don’t care, or hold the caring of others in contempt. A healthy suspicion of authority, left, right or center has been the hallmark of my career since the beginning, and I will continue to poke fun at cultural, political, or personal absurdities as I see it. I’m actually looking forward to it.
I’m happy, healthy and good to go, even if I’m not going anywhere. I’ve taken back 6-9 months that I used to spend on the road, and enjoying myself with Marti, my family and friends. In short - Gone Fishing.
We wish Arlo the best in his retirement and per his request we will be having a special fundraiser show here at the Highway 99 Blues Club for Alice Brock ... remember Alice ... she had a restaurant ... and Thanksgiving is coming around on the guitar again...
Just a follow up on the fundraiser for the legendary Alice Brock of Alice’s Restaurant fame. They have surpassed the goal set by a third, and the donations are still rolling in! Here is what Alice had to say about the generosity of all the fans and people she had somehow touched through the decades...
NOVEMBER 29, 2020
Dear Folks,
I am totally overwhelmed as well as humbled, to think that I have touched so many lives. And I have been touched by you and your memories and stories... and each of you does have a story. Thank you for sharing more than $ support. I send all my love and gratitude for your outpouring of kindness. We need each other more than ever and this is proof of the power of love.
Peace to you all. Sincerely, Alice
Here is an interview Alice did a few days ago for WBUR.
NOVEMBER 29, 2020
Dear Folks,
I am totally overwhelmed as well as humbled, to think that I have touched so many lives. And I have been touched by you and your memories and stories... and each of you does have a story. Thank you for sharing more than $ support. I send all my love and gratitude for your outpouring of kindness. We need each other more than ever and this is proof of the power of love.
Peace to you all. Sincerely, Alice
Here is an interview Alice did a few days ago for WBUR.
A lockdown mantra...
It’s old movie night at the club... a hippie counterculture classic...
Rest In Peace Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper...
Rest In Peace Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper...
We have George and Elvin in the house tonight!
In need of some Canned Heat...
Mmmm.... blues....
What about Big Sugar? They are a Canadian Blues/Reggae crossover band, they have a pretty interesting sound that I think might be up your street.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOLxjCnGqc0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOLxjCnGqc0
randomentity777 wrote:
What about Big Sugar? They are a Canadian Blues/Reggae crossover band, they have a pretty interesting sound that I think might be up your street.
Nice!
We have Haley Reinhart in the house tonight!
One of those songs that makes my eyes water every time.
In honour of those who have fallen in war..
In honour of those who have fallen in war..
The 2nd self-titled album by Fleetwood Mac was released on this day in 1975. The band had two albums with no other name but the band’s, butt he bands were really two distinctly different bands with only the drummer Mick Fleetwood and bassist John McVie constant members.
Here is the metamorphosis of a song called ’World Keeps Turning’ in 1968 and ‘World Turning’ in 1975. The difference in the song reflects the difference in the band quite well.
Here is the metamorphosis of a song called ’World Keeps Turning’ in 1968 and ‘World Turning’ in 1975. The difference in the song reflects the difference in the band quite well.
Tonight we have Haley Reinhardt in the house!
Recorded live at The Crocodile, one of the last surviving Seattle grunge clubs of the 1990’s and a few blocks up from the Highway 99 Blues Club!
I am sorry to say that we have lost the lease and have closed as of September 1st 2021. Thank you everyone for the years of fun and friendship!
Namarie!
Recorded live at The Crocodile, one of the last surviving Seattle grunge clubs of the 1990’s and a few blocks up from the Highway 99 Blues Club!
I am sorry to say that we have lost the lease and have closed as of September 1st 2021. Thank you everyone for the years of fun and friendship!
Namarie!
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