Widespread Panic Aspen 9/2/2005

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> Hey Y'All,
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> Day number 2 of Jazz Aspen was another beautiful day! It was not quite as windy today. We set up in the same spot as yesterday with the usual suspects, Charles, Zee, Josh, Bennett, Craig and Lucy, Frankie, Boz, Lyon, Ashley and Aly, Annabel, Pat and Robin, Todd and Margo,and 2 very special guests, Julian E. and John Adams! We all had what we needed to take us on for a ride. Today was Bennett's Birthday, Happy Birthday! De Sol opened up the afternoon with some nice Latin flavors. They played from 2:02 - 2:57. Next up was Galactic. They put on a very solid 1 hour and 24 minute set! They closed with a stellar Dump Truck. They were also playing late night.
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> Panic hit the stage shortly after 6:10 to a nice Legba, always love that opener. Next was Thin Air and for some reason, they never really finished the song after the mini drums. Kinda weird as they went into Nate's favorite, Doreatha. It seemed as they had a tough time starting Papa Johnny Road. Always good to see my favorite, Diner! They closed with Climb 2 Safety. I haven't givin' it a listen to yet, but I thought the jam went nowhere. George kinda dropped the ball IMO. We were ready for a solid 2nd set. Always promising to see a Tracor open a set. The Chilly was sweetly split with a nice Worry. Always happy to see I'm not alone. I swear I heard TYS coming earlier in the show, but it had arrived and made way into a Spanish Moon jam. The set cruised on with a nice Jack>Bowllegged combo before ending with a Porch. Another night with a triple encore. The Slippin' Into Darkness contained a few Get Up Stand Up riffs. I would venture to say that there were probably 3 times the crowd tonight that they had for night 1! Huge difference. I wanted to hear the 4 mic mix that Craig ran into the 744. I guess we won't find out as he ran out of memory. Time to pack up, fight the crowd, and make it to the Blue Door for the Jerry Joseph late night show.
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> Here is how it went down:
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> Galactic
> Jazz Aspen
> Snowmass Village, Colorado
> 9/2/2005
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> 3:33
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> Garbage Truck 7:23
> Crazyhorse Mongoose 5:29
> Lickity Split 6:35
> *Doublewide -->Go Go 15:35
> BK Instrumental 6:18
> Clock Intro --> Clockstopper 11:05
> Groovy Lady 7:12
> Blackbird Special 7:30
> Blackeyed Pea> 3:10
> Drum Solo> :25
> Blackeyed Pea 3:40
> Dump Truck 9:
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> 4:56 (1:24:22)
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> *with Third Stone Tease
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> Widespread Panic
> Jazz Aspen
> Snowmass Village, Colorado
> 9/2/2005
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> 6:11
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> Papa Legba> 8:10
> Thin Air> 5:23
> Drum Solo> 2:24
> Bass/Drum/Jam> 4:45
> Doreatha 6:08
> Weight Of The World 5:53
> Down 4:30
> Papa Johnny Road> 5:52
> Diner> 15:08
> Tall Boy> 4:12
> Climb To Safety 6:48
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> 7:20 (1:09:06)
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> 7:53
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> Love Tractor> 6:49
> Bust It Big> 9:00
> Chilly Water> 4:47
> Worry> 6:05
> Chilly Water 4:50
> I'm Not Alone 6:24
> You Should Be Glad> 9:03
> Tie Your Shoes 10:12
> Jack> 7:05
> Bowlegged Woman> 11:02
> Porch Song 3:
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> 9:15 (2:31:40
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> All Time Low 4:45
> *Slippin' Into Darkness> 9:50
> Action Man
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> 9:39 (2:52:21)
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> *with Steve Lopez on Percussion
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> Schoeps MK4V>KC5>M222>NT222>Sound Device 722
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> Let My Inspiration Flow...That Will Not Forsake You
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> By Robert Hunter
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> One important lesson of 9/11, the tsunami, and of the current heart wrenching disaster in New Orleans, is that those not directly in the path of the apocalyptic hooves are left with a dwindling sense of the importance regarding their own less challenged lives. How can we delude ourselves into continuing to believe that our relatively insignificant interests are worth pursuing? Yet, those petty concerns may be all that stand between us and a depressed and even crippling fatalism. I pick up my horn, play a few notes, set it back down. What's the point? I pick it back up again with the conscious understanding that its value is strictly personal.
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> Music has its own agenda, its own right to exist even though the world crumbles around us. I first realized this truth, with chilling certainty, when I played "Terrapin Station" late one night from a terrace atop a high building directly overlooking the floodlit smoking ruin of the World Trade Center in September of 2001. It felt almost like sacrilege, a wind howled up and threatened to blow me and my guitar off the roof, but I planted my feet and continued and, by the time I'd finished, realized, or chose to believe, that the City accepted my offering. It was all I had to give. My feeling of hopelessness lifted. It was not a connection such as is felt between a performer and an audience. I just added a bit of music to the acrid smoke in the wind and, in so doing, changed the course of my life for several years to come.
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> Though professedly retired, the next day I accepted an invitation to appear at the closing of the Wetlands and played my first public performance in years. I continued to perform, propelled by the experience atop the roof. I felt a window had opened in the very bowels of disaster and, perhaps mistakenly, believed that the City would rebuild with a new sense of spirit and mission, emerging triumphant from the ruins; a spirit that would spread and encompass the rest of the world. I felt moved to be a part of such renaissance. Perhaps such an improbable thing might have come to pass, had not political spin snatched up the costly opportunity and transformed it into a rationale for war.
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> I feel moved to write this entry in my journal, not to show how resourceful I am at fending off the personal effect of depressing circumstances through the fostering of grand delusions, but to reaffirm that, when small personal resources are all we've got, it's a mistake to devalue them just because they appear patently ineffectual faced with the constrictions of Leviathan as it attempts to crush life and spirit from the earth. Such activity may not help New Orleans, inflicted with the emergence of mob inflicted stone age values in the midst of chaos, nor should we delude ourselves it might, but there is another sphere in which small life affirming actions are never to be despised. I refer to civilization, which can be very much a personal matter.
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> Robert Hunter is a poet, songwriter and performer. He wrote the words for numerous Grateful Dead
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> On a sad note, we lost our first mate:
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> Bob Denver, TV's Gilligan, Dies at 70
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> LOS ANGELES (AP) -- Bob Denver, whose portrayal of goofy first mate Gilligan on the 1960s television show ''Gilligan's Island,'' made him an iconic figure to generations of TV viewers, has died, his agent confirmed Tuesday.
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> Bob Denver died on Friday. He was 70.
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> Denver died Friday at Wake Forest University Baptist Hospital in North Carolina of complications from treatment he was receiving for cancer, his agent, Mike Eisenstadt, told The Associated Press. Denver's death was first reported by ''Entertainment Tonight.''
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> Denver had also undergone quadruple heart bypass surgery earlier this year.
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> Denver's wife, Dreama, and his children Patrick, Megan, Emily and Colin were with him when he died.
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> ''He was my everything and I will love him forever,'' Dreama Denver said in a statement.
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> Denver's signature role was Gilligan. But he was already known to TV audiences for another iconic character, that of Maynard G. Krebs, the bearded beatnik friend of Dwayne Hickman's Dobie in the ''The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis,'' which aired from 1959 to 1963.
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> ''Gilligan's Island'' lasted on CBS from 1964 to 1967, and it was revived in later seasons with three high-rated TV movies. It was a Robinson Crusoe story about seven disparate travelers who are marooned on a deserted Pacific Island after their small boat was wrecked in a storm.
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> The cast: Alan Hale Jr., as Skipper Jonas Grumby; Bob Denver, as his klutzy assistant Gilligan; Jim Backus and Natalie Schafer, as rich snobs Thurston and Lovey Howell; Tina Louise, as bosomy movie star Ginger Grant; Russell Johnson, as egghead science professor Roy Hinkley Jr.; and Dawn Wells, as sweet-natured farm girl Mary Ann Summers.
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> TV critics hooted at ''Gilligan's Island'' as gag-ridden corn. Audiences adored its far-out comedy. Writer-creator Sherwood Schwartz insisted that the show had social meaning along with the laughs: ''I knew that by assembling seven different people and forcing them to live together, the show would have great philosophical implications
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> Today's featured humor:
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> After living in the remote wilderness of Kentucky
> all his life, an old hillbilly decided it was time to visit the big city.
> In one of the stores he picks up a mirror and looks in it. Not knowing
> what it was, he remarked, "How about that! Here's a picture of my
> daddy."
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> He bought the 'picture,' but on the way home he remembered his
> wife, Lizzy, didn't like his father. So he hung it in the barn, and
> every morning before leaving for the fields, he would go there and
> look at it.
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> Lizzy began to get suspicious of these many trips to the barn.
> One day after her husband left, she searched the barn and found the mirror. As she looked into the glass, she fumed,
> "So that's the ugly bitch he's runnin' around with."
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> I couldn't resist this one either, how 'bout you Dewar?:
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> Yesterday my friend came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very
> sexy nightie.
> Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want."
> So, he tied her up and went to play golf.
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> Late,
> Z-Man
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