This is the week that I used to scramble around looking for the kookiest birthday card I could find and send it off to Maine. As technology improved, I resorted to emails and short movie clips of something unusual or funny. Now I just look for bizarre stuff to post on my blog. I remember going to most of these shows. Bo Diddley lived close by in New Mexico and I got to see him play that crazy Gretsch guitar.
Then there was the Buddy Guy and Jr. Wells show. Straight out of Chicago Buddy Guy took the stage first. After a what seemed to be an overextended intro, Jr Wells finally came on stage. It was a moment in Blues History. It was back in the day when you could see your heros in a small club. Then there was Franky and the Aliens. Much said and written previously about precious moments in time. My favorite Blow Wind Blow
still shines with the magic of that evening.
Dan was fascinated with gurning. “And now for something entirely different, a man with three buttocks.” Monty Python. Of course it’s British. Here is a link to the Gurning Championship via the BBC.
This one is for you Dan. Happy Birthday you loveable old Loon.
Happy Birthday Old Man
Dan and I had this tradition. I would tell him what it was like to experience the next birthday milestone being a year older. I would also try to find the most ridiculous birthday greeting I could to send him. Sixty is the latest milestone among the Coachmen who one by one as they turned that age gave a report on what it was like. Terry was the first and reported that he didn’t disappear as we had feared. Don’t trust anyone younger than 50 should be the Coachmen new axiom.
So even as Dan has left our physical realm, he continues to be in all of our hearts and thoughts. Ever nearing that August 13th milestone, fans are gathering in Peoria to celebrate his 60th birthday. Ahhh Peoria-dripping in heat and humidity in the middle of August not a pretty sight. I am afraid that I will be watching hummingbirds landing on the New Mexico Bee Flower out the back window rather than return to the heartland in this August heat. Still I will be celebrating with all of you. Witnessing so many facets and creative moments of my friend. It’s hard to believe life has zoomed by so fast. Sixty, holy shit!
Here is a postcard from Dan in 1972 on his way to stardom.
Greetings from LA
Did he regret not selling that tune? As his Mom reminded me a few years back, “he never sold out!”
Would I have had the vision to maintain this integrity in spite of being broke and living in the Alley in the Valley”. I don’t think so.
Jon Asher in his painting studio 1970
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
Happy 60th Birthday Old Man