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December 2015

Looks like we have the hall next to the bowling alley across from Viva Cantina, on Riverside Drive in Burbank, for the 2016 Elvis show.

Probably 3 til 9, holds about a hundred. Not on the real Elvis birthday, but Sunday, January 10th. That way you can recover from all your January 8 celebratin’.

‘Round Town

Enjoyed Tav Falco’s slide show, reading from his newly published book of photos, at Stories Books. The photos were exceptional, his words eloquent.

Standing with Tav for a two-shot, he turned to talk to someone more interesting. (Kidding.) (Really.) (I’m positive.)

11-8 Another night on the town with Skip Heller’s Hollywood Blues Destroyers. Also appearing in the preceding singer-songwriter roundabout was Alias Means, who’s obviously a man of means - he has ordered the $600 18-CD Dylan set. ”I really like Dylan” he said.

Taken with a hidden camera, from the cheap seat.

11-13 Tav Falco and his wife Gina came to visit me at the house. The Falcos may want to relocate here, we shall see. After an hour in Hollywood early-rush hour traffic he said “We really liked what we saw in the beach towns.” The tour concluded at the 101 Cafe, with Diane joining.

Gurman, Fein and Falcos in the lobby.

11-14 Short visit with NY visitor Billy Altman. We ate at Jinky’s in Sherman Oaks, then hit Freakbeat Records on Ventura Blvd. At another store, he made me buy “New York Doll,” the bio-DVD of Arthur Kane. Glad he did, it is fascinating.

11-15 Inaugurating the new Whiteside Messaround site across the street from Viva Cantina were Talking Treason, Lisa Finnie and Nolan Porter with Candy Zappa. It’s a grand space, attached to a bowling alley.

Laura Smith of Talking Treason is the greatest female singer in L.A.

Lisa Finnie is the greatest female singer in the universe.

Nolan Porter and Candy Zappa got a good thing goin’.

11-19 Diane bought us tickets to see Peter Guralnik interviewed by Conan O’Brien at the Grammy Museum. Near-full audience contained many of the usual suspects; O’Brien’s rockabilly and Elvis commitment was a huge surprise. (Bonus of ‘joining’ the Grammy Museum and early-ordering tickets was that two $25 tickets came with two $31 books.)


11-23 Went to Viva to see, as ever, Jimmy Angel and Troy Walker. Hither thee to they! This can’t go on forever.

Jimmy, so 1950’s .


Edie McLurg came over to compliment Troy on his show.

Then, at 10:00, took a flier at a local free (for $5) hootenanny at Room 5, above a restaurant on La Brea south of Beverly. Liked especially Will & The Won’ts, three young guys leaping around doing, umm, folk-rock, Rosa V Pullman, always on fire, and stock still and troubled Michael Doman.

Will & The Won’ts rock like a box of puppies. Wild!

Rosa V. Pullman

Michael Doman, bound for glory.


Once at a party at Phil Spector’s house, someone pointed out that there were three Harveys there: Sid Fisher, Kubernik and Phil. I thought it was Harvey Sid Fisher’s first brush with Phil, but Harvey said that in New York in 1961 he went to pick up his date at the girl’s house and Phil was there, visiting her father, songwriter Bob Hilliard. Said he was shy, hiding ... Ben Sisario in the 11-14 NYTimes wrote a very helpful profile of Eagles of Death Metal, explaining that their music was overblown hard-rock country, tongue-in-cheek. I’d thought the name connoted serious hard-rock bombast, like The Vultures of Prey, when the eagle mention actually referred to The Eagles! ... Do you ever feel that you’re the only person on earth listening to some music you like? I feel it when any song from “Tennessee Ernie Ford Sings Songs of the Civil War” comes up on my iPod. The North or South disc ... Stephen Holden’s line in the 11-27 NYTimes, “the sound that erupts from Janis Joplin singing the ‘60s classic ‘Cry Baby’ comes as close as I’ve heard to a grown-up singer capturing a baby’s raw, insistent scream” is stunning ...

Phil ‘PF’ Sloan d. 11-15-15

In 1990, I was told that PF Sloan would like to be on my tv show. I said Sure, and arranged a taping date.

A week prior to that show, a woman knocked on my screen door on El Cerrito Place and said “PF Sloan is out in the car and wants to meet you. Can we come in?”

We sat at the kitchen table, he and me and his girlfriend. As an icebreaker, I said “Does your mom still live in Leisure World?” That stopped him dead. “You knew my MOTHER?”

No, I said, my parents, from Chicago, stayed there several winters in the early 1980s, and my mother met his mother. When they learned both sons were involved in music, Mrs. Schlein asked if I knew Phil. This quickly cemented our relationship. It was cosmic.

I showed him that film clip where Bob Dylan and John Lennon are in the back of a limo, and ‘Eve Of Destruction” is mentioned. Flip flipped. “John Lennon and Bob Dylan are talking about me!”

I phoned my friend and clip-supplier Kent in Austin and said “Here’s PF Sloan.” They talked for a little while, which was great for Kent, who was a rabid fan who never dreamed he’d speak to the reclusive Sloan.

Shortly after this, we did a wonderful pair of tv shows. We had some mutual friends, and kept in touch. His girlfriend had had a stillborn baby, so he was extremely attached to Baby Jessie, who I dragged around everywhere. “It’s a miracle” he would say.

In 1997 I got him booked on the SXSW fest. We flew together to Austin. At LAX they asked for ID and he showed his credit card. That won’t do, the clerk said. He shrugged, saying that was all he carried. Fortunately, I had the SXSW program with me, and showed them his picture in it. In those days, they let him fly! He stayed at Kent’s house in Austin.

For his SXSW appearance he played solo acoustic at an outdoor stage in front of a throng. It went well, but later, near the venue, he stopped to take a leak in an alley and was nearly arrested. That got in the newspaper.

In this century we weren’t together as much. He paired up with Carlos Guitarlos for a while, but that duetting, surely excellent, didn’t gain either new recognition.

He was a devotee of Sai Baba, an Indian guru. His car’s license plate (and an album title) SAILOVER, meant, when you asked him, “Let’s be friends. Come to my place. Sail over.” But actually it meant that he was a Sai Lover.

He told me that we went annually to see Sai Baba in India, and spoke with him. He told me that 50,000 people lived outside the grounds and followed him everywhere.

“Well, if he’s so popular how does he have time to see you?” I asked. “Is it because you wrote ‘Eve of Destruction?’”

“No,” he shot back impatiently, “he projects his presence on the wall of my hotel room.”

I wondered, then, whether this hotel room was in L.A. or India, but decided not to ask. You gotta serve someone.

June 16, 2013, Jimmy Webb, writer of “MacArthur Park,” performed it there, and also did “P.F. Sloan,” which he wrote in the late ‘60s when Phil disappeared for what was to be decades. Phil came out and took bows to great applause.

I saw him in 2014 at his autobiography book signing. That book was enchanting, gripe-filled and truly legendary. In 2015, I saw him appear at the South Pasadena Library in a reunion with two Grass Roots members. I last saw him August 22 at Bob Merlis’s annual backyard blowout.

In early November when I heard he was sick, I phoned and left a message on his answering machine. If I’d known he was on his deathbed I would have gone to him - Who expects a person to get sick and die in two weeks?

He was a gentle gifted soul, tragically taken.

These Are The Times Of L.A.

10-24 Shouting-at-mayor “Group defends actions.” How the group’s ‘leaders’ elected or selected is not questioned. What do ‘reporters’ do? ... 10-30 Mikal Wood can’t enjoy Josh Groban’s ‘standards’ concert because he, Wood, knows it’s a step backwards for Groban, who, successful in that field, had focussed recently on other pop music. Now that he’s returned to what the audience, not Wood, likes best, Wood offers condolences for Groban’s failure, re Wood, in the other market. Knock on, Wood ... 10-31 On top of Mikael Wood’s condescending stabs in his smug (“triggering shrieks with their perfectly imperfect hair”) story about a teen-audience band, the hed smirks “The clock is ticking on their teen idol years.” Send out peer-frightened writers - “I am grown up!” - and such bands will never get a professional evaluation ... 11-2 Matt Hamilton’s article about arrests at a rave seeks to raise our dander that Live Nation “initially did not grant media credentials” for it. That’s shop talk. Buy a ticket, no one feels sorry for you ... 11-3 Randy Lewis, ‘admitting’ that Elvis had bad taste, supports it with “Ever seen the Jungle Room in Graceland?” Well, ‘many’ demand a video tour of Lewis’s exemplary, superb-taste residence. A refusal “raises questions” ... 11-5 “Houston LGBT advocates hopeful.” Is this the World Homosexual Gazette? There’s hardly any NEWS in the paper, and we have to be pounded with gay marriage in Texas? IT’S NOBODY’S BUSINESS. Don’t people want privacy? ... 11-6 A troubled teen sent a “KKK lynching” message to Berkeley High, and students walked out with fists clenched in the air. Get back in school! ... Highbrow Chuck McNulty’s ‘apology;’ in his review of a Kathy Griffin appearance, for not recognizing a reference to “19 Kids and Counting,” is praising oneself with faint damnation ... 11-8 Meredith Blake cites a gal on a new tv show who was “wearing jeans and a ponytail and looking younger than her 28 years.” Aren’t staff distaffs NOT supposed to be catty? ... 11-10 Randy Lewis’s review of John Fogerty’s autobiography, constructed as if from an editor suggesting that Fogerty reduce the bitterness before the book is published, may be the cleverest rock review ever written ... 11-12 Matt Pearce, at the U of Missouri where, son of a gun, students protested racism. But the line about “activists and journalists” scuffling is buried. It means Pearce was threatened. Did he ask someone what good they were doing? It would be reportorial to explain this ... A “Hollywood ending” for an established gangster beating the rap (in New York). Happy pic, arms raised, a “member of New York’s Bonnano crime family” exonerated! Whoopee! Unlike Tina Susman (I do), I don’t love criminal organizations ... 11-14 Glenn Whipp writes that there are “No obvious favorites” at some film festival. Isn’t our correspondent supposed to go deeper than obvious? ... 11-21 A Chicano band unfurled a banner protesting racism, at Latin Grammy awards! News would be a banner endorsing it ... Hailey Branson: “Transgender victims honored.” OK, good, now let’s hear about their accomplishments ... Anti-Cosby “Group rallies at Cosby’s star.” It takes bravery to take an unpopular stance. This is not one ... Daniel Miller’s list of a talent agency’s clients includes “unknown wannabes.” Are the known better? ... 11-25 DNA exonerates a tattoed prisoner from 1999 rape conviction, James Queally reminds us that “he was dubbed The Teardrop Rapist.” Dubbing criminals is a newspaper crime - and this rehash should have framed an apology ... 11-26 A lookback at the Theme building at LAX overlooked what I once read, that the draftsman intended the space to house something with a theme, like Space museum or Viva Mexico or Pan-Am Courtesy Center. A theme without content is vapidity embodied.

New York, New YAWK Times

10-31 When editors don’t see the final mockup of the paper, you can get this, in Monica Davey’s report, re church fires in St. Louis - “Authorities said Mr Jackson was black” right under his picture ... 11-4 A Connecticut solon was reelected mayor after serving seven years for bribery. The hed word “Disgraced” is cropping up too much in print. Let the innocent hedwriter cast the first stone ...11-14 Are they big advertisers? The Business section hed, “VW Reveals It Misstated” its emission reports is punch-pulling at its most blatant ... 11-6 Taylor Swift and Drake eagerly and greedily promote brands in their shows. The hed about their brand-friendship, “Friend, or Faux,” saddens us even more ... 11-7 Didja know that women are just as good as men? That news is blasted in the Business Section hed “Financial advice for Women, from Women” by Sara Siegel Bernard. They are different, and need special financial advice. Now men needn’t deal with them at all ... Lisa W. Foderaro lands a big scoop: Accused woman denies murder on a tv news show. The tv appearance seems to be the break in the case. You can’t lie on tv ... 11-10 A Rothschild heir talks about her life in filmmaking and fiction writing. Her struggles are like everyone’s. She’s a brick! Roslyn Sulcas condoles ... The front-page hed ending “Mafia Ready for Its Close-up” is ugly morally and clichetically ...11-12 Jon “I’m no kid” Caramanica lances One Direction, and equates Justin Bieber’s songs’ philosophy to those of a “typical third-grader.” We get it, Jonny, you’re grown up. Stop shooting sitting dorks ...11-16 “Workers Laud Higher Minimum Pay” is bannered non-news ... That the Yale college college dean “has been sharply criticized by some students” is meaningless. “Be more inclusive” is the rhetoric someone must address, however vaporous. Rachel L. Swarns urges colleges to act. But on what? Students don’t know what they want, they're just revolting. It occurs like the seasons ....

Palm tree fronds fell this way outside my door. Looks like half a scene from “It’s a Mad (5) World.”

I’m liberal, but to a degree

LAT 10-30 “Street vendors sue L.A.” Well ... the pic they show is a vendor on a business street, set up in front of a rent-paying, taxpaying, community-supporting business. Police are right to serve them summonses.

11-8 Surprising article, Molly Hennessy-Fiske, about maybe-not racial profiling in Houston. Black woman in hoodie is stopped by cops after walking on a street in a traffic lane, with her ears stuffed with headphones, a danger to herself and drivers. Video shows cops are polite, but stopee still feels victimized.

* The nude-photo high school scandal in Colorado is a puzzle.All are under 18, so are they all child-porn producers? If two have sex, should they both be arrested?

* I don’t know much about law (or art), but the fact that a woman is suing Cosby for defamation of (her) character for his denial of her accusation is Alice In Wonderlandian.

We don’t want to seem smarter than our viewers

11-26 - Two talking heads on Fox LA’s 5 pm news stared at a viewer’s Tweet-wisdom on a screen and blankly discussed proper “Roll Models” for young women. Acrobats? Surely not spellers.

Cos’, well well, just be Cos’

The LATimes, 10-8, sent art crit Christopher Knight to Washington DC to shoot sitting ducks - I mean, evaluate the newly installed collection of African art loaned from Bill Cosby’s collection.

In the art review he recounts charges against Cosby, heroizes accusers, and boosts that bastion of truth social media to support his vituperation. Under the cover of an art-assignment he gets his conformity ticket punched.

Ol’ Chris sneers that the Smithsonian “blew it” and ransacks the African art. A colorful and expansive chap, he expresses incredulity that the institution would “shoot itself in the foot” with its evenhandedness. Brave talk from guy who judges brush strokes. A rebel with no opposition, he declares “it’s way past time to stop dissembling - and to start taking positive action.”

Shoot Cosby? (Knight is halfcocked and loaded).
Burn down the museum?

It would take nerve and integrity to file a story like this -

“Despite an avalanche of unproved charges against Bill Cosby, The Smithsonian staged a long-planned display of African Art from the collection of the actor/comedian known for his role as Doctor Huxtable on tv’s “The Cosby Show.’”

The classics

I bought Keith Richards’ bio at a garage sale, hard cover. I read about the band’s struggles til the early 70s, then quit.

But Stones literature kept finding me. Next I paid a buck for a shopworn copy of Bill Wyman’s 1989 book, “Stone Alone.” This one, at 560 pages, ends in 1970. Some highlights:

Bill was born one year after Elvis, but the band de-aged him in their press info.

He grew more and more estranged from his bandmates as it became the Jagger-Richards show, emphasis on the former.

He watched the main duo push Brian Jones toward death by marginalizing him. Jones had formed the band.

They made millions, but his bank account was constantly strained-- their American manager kept their money ‘safe’ in New York so they wouldn’t misuse it.

Every Stones show 1964-1966 in the UK and Europe was marred by thugs who threw things, jumped on stage, attacked the band, were beaten by police -- like punk-rock shows to come, but sans performers’ encouragement.

Married in 1959, he dabbled in ‘birds,’ and estimated he’d done 474 by the book’s publication. He pegged Keith and Mick in the 100- and 200-plus range, lower because their ‘runs’ were interrupted by relationships.

But at the end, he writes that because his wife conducted an affair in his absences over 16 years, he successfully sued her for divorce, charging adultery. THE CAD!

Movie finds

- Sudden Fear 1952
- Safety Not Guaranteed 2012


Verbizing is Nutsing me. It’s effete. You should wear a monocle, raise your pinkie when tea-ing ... Referencing is vile for referring to. The “A” in “A young Elvis Presley.” How many were there? ... The commonest redundancy is last word in “the reason why.” It answers the question “Why is the reason?” ... Larry Wilmore said “Now we’re gonna conversate.” It’s the kinda thing that I say, kidding. I think he was ... A tv bio said a star’s career was foundering. It’s rare to hear the right word, sans L ... History channel. Ancient Romans had to ‘amp up’ spectacles at the Coliseum. For once, the right word - not “ramp - but wrong, too, for ancien times ... The warm weather is indeed unseasonable: however much paprika or onion salt you pour, it won’t be seasoned. It is unseasonal, but, you know, more syllables ... TV news writers pussyfoot. “He is a possible suspect” means he is a suspect ... From History TV: “It’s believed that this may have been.” “It’s believed” or “This may have been.” So nice they say it twice? ... Remember, you can have your cake and eat it. Who’s stopping you? The expression is “You can’t eat your cake and have it” ...


British LPs of best-selling bands rarely contained hit singles . Including them would be double-dealing fans, who normally bought the single before the album came out ... I can’t expect there to be a newspaper lying around a restaurant at noon anymore. At two bucks, you don’t throw it away, or buy it at all ... Why do established actresses do shampoo ads? They look like vain idiots, tossing their hair around. Maybe it’s “ironic” ... I bought an autographed Herb Caen book from an Amazon seller, and found Herb Someone-else’s john henry. Dashed off a note asking for a half-cost refund and got a quick “Yessir! Sorry” ... I read where someone invented a hollow chopstick, for sucking up the soup in noodle soup. Well, I hope someone did ...

Take Tea and Keep Calm

This expression is cropping up here and there, including on a teacup I bought. Calm, my aunt fannie. It’s got caffeine, and anyone who knows me knows you don’t get this way naturally. There’s a spinning propellor atop my bean, and it’s fueled by caffeine in a different form from coffee. Take tea and see.

Moving forward

I just shut off my iPhone service, and bought a 2014 flip-phone. I am in hog heaven. It is small, flips open to raised keys that can be sensed without looking. I charged it on a Wensday night, and it still had four bars on Saturday.

I’ll not be able to send music or email - things that are best done from the privacy of one’s home. Happy me.

(Taken with my iPhone 5s camera.)

L.A. Yeah Yeah

I wrote this quote in my pocket notebook, but don’t remember the source:

“L.A. is a place where the guy from Uber is someone you loved in three movies.”


In the 1934 movie “I’ll Sell Anything,” an antique-forger, proud of a new creation, tells his salesman “Put this behind a big cabinet, and throw a dusty blanket over it.”

- 57 -

Mark On The Move
I made it to the last day of Hangtown Halloween Ball in Placerville, Railroad Earth's annual gathering of jambands, Afro-funk troupes, folkies and renegade jazzers.  It was held the weekend before Halloween, but most people dressed up anyway.  At 10:30am I got my first look at Midnight North, the band led by Phil Lesh's son Grahame.  They did a cracking set of country-rock, with the advantage of three decent lead singers in Lesh himself, Elliott (she's a gal) Peck and Alex Jordan. 

They have plenty of good originals, but their choice of outside material is stellar; they kicked off with Gillian Welch's "The Way it Goes," with Elliott on lead, and she also helmed a tight, peppy version of Grateful Dead's "Mr. Charlie" mid-set.  Grahame was the leader on The Band's "Ophelia" and Alex had a great time, enthusiastically fronting the bluegrass standard "I'm Here To Get My Baby Out of Jail."  Alex is a fine guitarist, but when he sat at the B-3 organ for about half the set, he really blazed (Elliott also switches between guitar and keyboards with no drop in quality). 
Their original tunes like "Greene County," "Miss M" and "Phoenix Hotel," can be hit or miss, but they're on the right track.  Within a few weeks, I managed to see Midnight North twice more, at Phil Lesh's San Rafael club Terrapin Crossroads, and opening for Stu Allen's Mars Hotel at the Auburn Events Center.  They continued to impress, especially when they let tunes evolve into guitar-duels or other more psychedelic territory.  I also heard more good covers, including two Emmylou Harris/Gram Parsons tunes, "Luxury Liner" and "In My Hour of Darkness," and a nice version of Leon Russell's "Tightrope."
The other revelation at Hangtown was a 5-piece funk/fusion band called Kung Fu, boasting several outstanding musicians, including Robert Sommerville on tenor sax, guitarist Tim Palmieri and keyboardist Beau Sasser.  They hail from the New York Tri-State area, and have been going in some form or another since 2009.  Their originals – all instrumentals -- recall the mid-seventies times of Mahavishnu Orchestra, Weather Report and Return To Forever, as well as the influence of Frank Zappa, especially whenever Palmieri tore off a gnarly, lengthy solo.  Sure enough, after their set Palmieri and Sasser met up with drummer Bill Carbone to play as the band Z3, and their set was entirely Zappa tunes – "Baby Snakes," "Pygmy Twylyght," "Big Swifty" and "Willie the Pimp" among them.  I've got to see this band again!
My trip to New Orleans included a stop at Café du Monde for beignets, and I ran into cartoonist Bill Stout and his wife, who were on the "Legendary Rhythm & Blues Cruise" for a week and had just docked for the day in The Big Easy.  They hipped me to a 4pm show at The Howlin' Wolf club, which was to feature local bluesman Kenny Neal and The California Honeydrops.  The Stouts' ship was pulling out again at 11pm, hence the early start time for this show, arranged to showcase Neal (who couldn't make the cruise this year, although he was on the 2014 sailing) and Honeydrops (who were on the ship and had already done a couple sets). 

I hightailed it over there and mingled with Blues Cruisers from around the world (including a couple from Melbourne, Australia), and caught a blistering 2-hour set from Neal, who brought several of his family members on stage, plus two outstanding female singers whose names I unfortunately did not catch (one them sang "Chain of Fools" incredibly well). 

My internet searches turned nothing up, so I found Kenny's website and sent a query.  The next day he called me himself and told me the woman who sang the Aretha tunes was a friend of his daughter's, named Quiana Lynell.  It turns out Quiana's got her own website and plays around Louisiana.  I loved Neal's loose, Buddy Guy-inspired playing, and his connection to the audience – and now I know he's an incredibly nice guy off-stage too!

After New Orleans came New York City, where I made it to the Iridium jazz club to see an all-star tribute to Roland Kirk (featuring Kirk's old running buddy Steve Turre, and the amazing saxophonists Vincent Herring and James Carter).  The club had about 20 patrons for the late show – it was Halloween, and the Mets were playing in the World Series – so I got to sit right up against the stage. 

They played fantastic versions of "Volunteered Slavery" and "The Inflated Tear," and poet Betty Neal was on hand to recite Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem "When Malindy Sings."  For a few moments, the audience was transported back to the late 19th century.  Steve Turre's gorgeous daughter Andromeda (a model and designer who's launched a music career) sang a wonderful "Spirits Up Above" too.
The next day was a study in contrasts – a matinee of "The King And I" at Lincoln Center's Vivian Beaumont Theatre accompanied by my daughter, followed by Dead & Company at Madison Square Garden, with 18,000 DeadHeads.  The Rodgers-Hammerstein classic had Kelli O'Hara in the lead role of Anna, and she wowed me again (I'd seen her play Nelly in "South Pacific" twice, so I knew she was going to be terrific). 

O'Hara has a big range, vocally and emotionally.  She can show the lightest touch or the most operatic angst, allowing her to nail "I Whistle a Happy Tune" and "Getting to Know You" as well as "Hello, Young Lovers." Hoon Lee was a great King of Siam, and the pair's "Shall We Dance?" in act two was the show-stopper it was always meant to be.  Half price tickets were $85 each – Broadway shows continue to price themselves into the stratosphere.
Over at MSG an hour later, three surviving Grateful Dead members (Weir, Hart and Kreutzmann) joined forces with Oteil Burbridge (bass), Jeff Chimenti (keyboards) and John Mayer (guitar) for another attempt to keep the franchise going.  I wasn't convinced by the first set, which leaned heavily on Mayer's not very interesting lead vocals for "Bertha," "Sugaree" and "Friend Of the Devil.  His guitar playing was spirited enough, but the group never really jelled. 

The second set was much better, with the jamming turned up several notches and Mayer confined to instrumental hijinks.  "Scarlet Begonias," "Fire On the Mountain" and "Shakedown Street" were all great starting the set, which then launched into a spectacular "Dark Star" that levitated my section of the Garden. 

After a juicy drumming duet from the telepathic Hart & Kreutzmann, the poignant "Wharf Rat," a short "Playing In the Band (reprise)" and "Going Down the Road Feeling Bad" concluded the show, with a heartfelt "Ripple" as the encore.  Well worth going across the country to see, even if Jerry Garcia was, alas, still not able to attend.

(Mark’s sixties-themed radio show Pet Sounds can be heard alternate Wednesdays 10pm-Midnight PST on KVMR-FM 89.5 in the Sacramento area and streaming at www.kvmr.org.  You can access his latest podcast and playlists at www.petsoundsmusic.com)

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