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Jerry Opdycke, 1953 – 2014

(Jerry’s official, self-penned obituary can be found here.)

once upon a time, in a land far, far away...
Jerry Opdycke at far right in the rear…behind the guy with the afro in the red hoodie.

Instead of offering any additional commentary on my friend, I’ll share with you what I shared with the folks at his memorial service earlier today.

I’ve had a week to grieve, and I feel like I’m just getting warmed up.

(I didn’t have any prepared comments…I made notes before I left – which I glanced at and then sat down beside me and forgot about.  This is from memory, and isn’t exactly as I recited it, but it’s pretty close.)

Hi, Everybody…

It’s been 32 years since I’ve been here – this room wasn’t even here when I graduated in 1983.  I actually had to use my GPS to find the high school…it’s been that long since I’ve been here.

it’s been that long since I was in a band with Opie, too, but that relationship went beyond Jerry’s talents as a musician.  The few times I came back to town, I always sought him out.

Jerry was the person who broke the news to me that David Philips died a few years ago…I know a lot of you knew David as the co-owner of Maxine’s House of Music on Florence Road that I used to haunt as a teenager.  I remember telling Jerry that day that I could count the people in Savannah that I went out of my way to keep in touch with on my testicles, and now that David was gone he was gonna have to be careful or he was gonna leave me in a hell of a bind.

Well, folks, I stand before you today as a man with no testicles.

Jerry has left us – and some of us may have expected it, but after him battling back from everything that life’s thrown at him, I fully expected him to battle back from this, too, and I’m sorry to have been wrong about that.

At almost 50, I think I’d rather be without my testicles than to be without Opie.

I see a few faces here that I know, but a lot more that I don’t, so let me introduce myself – as Debbie told you, my name is Tom Hampton.  I doubt many of you know me, but I met Jerry when I was a teenager and we played in a band together called the New Hope Music Project.

When I was 14 years old, I had the audacity to dial a number I heard on the radio to call the studio that Jerry shared with the band because I’d heard them on the radio, talking about a 45 they’d just released, and I called to ask if they ever needed session musicians.  I was 14 – I didn’t know if that was how it worked or not, but they actually told me that if I wanted to come down and try out, that I was welcome to.

I think I knew even then that they were probably just being nice to a green kid who’d never been in a band before – but my aunt took me to the studio, i went in and played three songs with them, and they took my number and wrote it on a card and hung it on the wall in the control room.  and time went by…a lot of time…and one afternoon i got a phone call from the band, because their drummer had taken a job out of town and had to leave the band – so would I be interested in coming in and auditioning for their band?

It was the beginning of a two year run playing drums behind Jerry with a group of musicians who were all at least a decade older than i was…and in bands, there are inevitably cliques that emerge – Pat and Frankie were longtime friends, and Ricky the soundguy was dating the lead singer, so Jerry and I were the last two left.  If we were gigging in town, Jerry would drive me to the gig in his turd-brown Toyota Tercel hatchback and he’d brainwash me on the way to and from the gigs by playing Little Feat incessantly in the car.  We’d go back to Jerry’s house after shows and he and I would rifle through his album collection and he forced me to fall in love with Karla Bonoff…we covered her song “Trouble Again” and I had to hear where that came from.

I talk about Jerry and David Phillips in the same breath because just about everything good that’s happened to me in my life since crossing paths with them was made possible by the fact that they took an interest in me. I was a dirt poor kid, living in Walnut Grove with my mother, brother and sister, and if those two hadn’t shown me the possibility that there was something else life had to offer, there’s absolutely no way that I’d have had the experiences I’ve had. It might sound cliche’ to say it, but it’s absolutely true that Jerry changed my life.

I joined the Navy and left town, and took my guitar with me because it was impossible to travel with drums…and Jerry’s ghost followed me too.  In fact, I listen to recordings of myself playing guitar during the years that I was “graduating” to playing lead, and if you listen to him and listen to those tapes back to back, the influence is undeniable.

When I came back to Savannah the first time after having left, I looked Jerry up and he told me to meet him at the old drive-in…I thought he was nuts, as it had been closed for ages, but Jerry had helped convert the refreshment stand at the old drive-in to the first Elks Club in town, and we talked for hours and hours…I remember snippets of the conversation, and I remember him saying several times that “your money ain’t no good here” when I’d try to pay for drinks.   After a while, I don’t really remember much else about that night…or leaving…or how i got home.

Our paths crossed time and time again over the years – he came to Nashville to see me play with my band, he came to Nashville to pick me up at the airport when my car crapped out on the way to a gig with Daryle Singletary…and he was always a phone call away.  I’ve still got voicemails on my phone from him.  I talked to him at 9 o’clock the night before he died.  Even after all that he’d been through, he was a rock.  I truly believed that we had a lot of miles left on our odometer.

About a month ago, I came to town with my friend Bert, who’s here today, to visit with Jerry…I brought my wife and 5 year old son, neither of whom he’d ever met, and we spent the afternoon together. Capped it off with a shot of Jack, his favorite drink. And I remember thinking on the way home that we should’ve taken a picture…but that we could do that next time.

One of the things I find a lot of peace in is the fact that there wasn’t anything unsaid between Jerry and I…he knew I loved him, and I told him everything I’ve told you today.  He was aware of the profound effect he had on my life, and I’m so happy that we got that afternoon together last month.  I thought it would be the first of many more, but it turned out to be the last.

If there’s a silver lining that we can take away from losing Jerry…all of us…go home today and pick up the phone.  send an email or a text.  Find somebody that you haven’t talked to in a long time and start a conversation.  Let them know you miss them.  I’m incredibly fortunate to know, at the end of the day, that Jerry and I said everything we needed to say to one another.

I was lucky in that respect this time.  It’s not usually the way it ends…but that’s the way I want to do it from now on.

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how do ya get to carnegie hall?

just a short note from the unsolicited advice department here at, for you aspiring guitarists out there – and in here, as well…

it’s extremely important for any aspiring musician to learn to recognize the difference between studying your instrument, practicing your instrument, and playing your instrument.

this is a distinction that is easily lost on newcomers, and often overlooked by intermediate players as well…but it’s hard to become an advanced player without eventually coming to terms with the differences between the three.

some of you probably aren’t crazy about the idea of thinking of your instrument as something that you have to study, but the form of study that you apply to your instrument doesn’t have to be purely academic. you may also be one of the many players who tends to confuse the study of your instrument with the concept of practice, but the two are actually separate and independent of one another.

the study of your instrument consists strictly of gathering new information about it. when you learn something new from watching a video on YouTube, or seeing another player live, or reading something on the internet, this qualifies as study. anytime you’re gathering information, it can be considered study.

when you take that information and apply it to your instrument, it can be debatable to some whether that should be considered study or practice, but for the purposes of our discussion, practice should be considered as the process of taking information that you currently possess about your instrument and learning to apply it in a playing environment. this means that you’re taking those rudiments and scales that you’ve already learned and you’re running through them to reinforce them in your mind, and you’re also working on your physical technique to improve the means by which you actually play your instrument. speed, accuracy, and fluidity aren’t born into the vast majority of us, and improving those qualities takes a degree of repetition to hone them, and to push our personal envelopes past our comfort zone.

a healthy (but not necessarily exclusive) regimen of study and practice are vitally important to you as a player if you want to continually grow and improve. when a player constantly practices the things he already knows, the only opportunity he’s really giving himself is to become better at executing the things he already knows – and there’s a brick wall waiting at the end of that path. conversely, you can study your instrument, gather information about it, learn new things about it – but if you don’t take the time to work on incorporating that information into your vocabulary as a player, then that information only exists as random academia in your brain, and not in the muscles that control your instrument.

your ultimate goal in finding a balance of these two activities should be in cultivating the ability to take your instrument into a gig or a session or any other performance situation and be able to call upon this stream of new information when you play.

you’ve likely heard it said before – when you strap in and get ready to do this for real, the best work you’ll ever do is when your brain is switched off and you’re relying on your internal wiring to send the signals back and forth without fully realized instructions from your conscious thought processes. if you’ve done the necessary work to gather information about the instrument (study), apply that information to your personal ability as a player and have repeated it enough times to commit it to your vocabulary (through practice), you’ll find that it’s not really necessary to expend a lot of attention towards your actual technique when you’re playing with your band or cutting a track for a session.

i don’t know much, but i do know that – without a doubt – one of the best things about being a musician is that moment of euphoria that occurs when something flies off your fingers that amazes you as much as anyone else who might have heard it…and leaves you wondering where the hell it came from.

you may not always know specifically where it came from…but if you strike the right balance of study and practice, you’ll at least know why it came.

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with Paul Cotton of Poco at National RockCon, East Rutherford NJ

(thanks for fellow Poconut Claudia Upton for use of the photos.)


since i was a teenager, paul cotton has been an icon to me. one of the heads on my personal mount rushmore of guitar, along with david lindley, with dan fogelberg, with joe walsh, with lindsey buckingham, and a small handful of others – and as a near-lifelong fan of poco, his playing and songwriting were practically engrained into my DNA.

i’d loved their music as a teenager, and had been fortunate enough to have gotten to know them as acquaintances, then as friends, then later as peers during the course of my musical career. every so often, i’d gotten the chance to open shows for them as a solo artist, and then later as part of any one of several bands that i’ve worked with over the years.

so when i woke up one sunday morning a while back to my wife delivering the news that she’d just heard on facebook that paul had left the band that he’d been part of since jim messina’s departure in 1970, some forty years ago. i was absolutely stunned. not surprised, but stunned – if that makes any sense. not surprised in that it was becoming obvious that there was a rift, but stunned in that it actually came to the point where they parted ways.

the one constant in poco has always been rusty young – and rusty hired a replacement and has kept the band going – it’s not the same band, but then they’ve been through plenty of changes over the years…and it was to be expected that they’d weather this as well.

now, some time before this, poco had a date at penns peak in jim thorpe – paul’s flight came in late, and i picked him up at the airport in philadelphia and drove him up to the hotel for the gig. during the drive, we’d talked about some of the idlewheel dates that i’d done with jack (poco’s bassist) and craig bickhardt, to include a house concert we’ve done on pretty much every run that we’ve done at charlie and dorothy wade’s house in union, NJ (which we’ve since nicknamed “the casbah”). paul’s eyes lit up…”i definitely need to do some of that kinda thing,” he mentioned…”at some point.”

well, under the present circumstances, it became somewhat more of a priority to explore the possibility of doing some paul cotton solo shows.

not long after all this went down, i got an email from paul – he’d been asked to perform at RockCon, a weekend-long convention that featured live performances throughout…he wanted to have myself and tommy geddes accompany him for his set at RockCon, and we’d get some MP3’s of the songs we were going to do via email and we’d work everything out before the gig at the hotel.

with paul and drummer tommy geddes at RockCon

for a music geek like me, it was a pretty cool thing – i could see where someone more cynical than myself (if there is such a thing) would see it as something of a star trek convention for aging rock stars, but there were a lot of folks there that weekend who i was familiar with. paul’s merchandise booth was set up right next to johny barbata, the drummer from CSNY and later, jefferson starship. i was excited to see him because i’d heard that he was in a pretty serious car crash some years ago, and wasn’t sure if he was even alive at this point. i was mighty pleased to find that not only was he alive, but that he’s still a hell of a player…and a nice guy to boot. al jardine from the beach boys was there – gene cornish from the rascals…and my new friend john ford coley, who i’d done a show with at the record collector in NJ a short time prior…it really was a nice collection of folks, some of whom i was familiar with, but many that even i had no idea as to who they were – people who were the 326th runnerup in season three of american idol, that kinda stuff.

now, as far as the performance goes – we were originally going to do a full band thing, but i heard from paul shortly after i started putting everyone together that we weren’t going to be allowed to play as a band, that we could only play acoustic instruments – which struck me as oddly as it’s probably striking you right now. so, we worked out a different set and discussed what instruments to play on which songs and the like…but after a while, i thought it might be a good idea to actually check in with someone involved with the event and see if i could get a bead on what the actual deal was. not because i didn’t trust paul, but because it just seemed like such an odd premise to begin with, and i wanted to make sure that everything had been properly whispered down the lane.

i called pat horgan, who helped put the event together, and got the scoop – apparently, the venue was in the jurisdiction of a stagehands local chapter, and they were exercising jurisdiction over the event. and what that meant was that, in order to comply with the union regulations, they had to set up the stage at the beginning of the event and it had to remain the way it was. that is to say that the amps that were in place had to remain in place, the drums that were in place had to remain in place – nothing that could be considered backline could be taken away or added to the stage for the duration of the event.

so we could’ve done the show as a full band – we just wouldn’t have been able to bring our own amps or drums or anything…we’d have had to use what was there.

armed with this new information, i gave paul a call and told him what pat had told me…and we revisited the setlist. first of all, for heart of the night, we’d definitely want to go with the pedal steel…it’s such a defining instrument in that song, and it really needed the hook. same thing with bad weather…it really needed the pedal steel to work in the trio format. i’d play mandolin for under the gun and barbados, and dobro for child’s claim to fame. there’d only really be three instruments from my perspective, changeovers should be easy enough, and we’d be in great shape.

so the day of the show, i picked tommy up at home and we drove up the interstate to east rutherford, new jersey – home of the new york football giants – to meet up with paul and caroline at the hotel and rehearse the set that afternoon. paulie seemed upbeat, he looked good…and we ran the set acoustically in his room (with the pedal steel through a small amp that i brought up to the room just to use for rehearsal) and everything sounded great. paul told me – “in thirty years, i’ve only ever played heart of the night with one other steel player, ya know….”

as we were headed down to the elevator to go downstairs for lunch, i took a minute to let that sink in.

we spent the rest of the afternoon before the set wandering around the conference rooms where the tables were set up, chatting with folks, and waiting to go on. we were set to go on after vince martell and vanilla fudge. the legendary new york disc jockey pete fornatale came up to bring us on, and began his introduction as the vanilla fudge guys were getting off the stage…as soon as he started talking, i knew we were in trouble. there was no way we were gonna get them off the stage and get the three of us set up and ready to play in the time it would take him to do paul’s introduction. and sure enough, he announced paul while we were still plugging in cords and situating instruments. thankfully, he picked up on what was going on and rescued his introduction and started talking again to give us a couple of extra minutes.

can't remember what we were laughing at....

now, since we had to use the existing backline, i could bring up the pedal steel, but i had to use whatever amp they had onstage. my choices were a marshall solid state combo amp and a line 6 spider. i thought i’d be better off with the line 6, but after playing the first notes i played on the pedal steel, i got a knot in my stomach. it had practically no bottom end, and the sound of the steel through this amp was like someone jamming razorblades into my auditory canal. i know it sounds like i’m exaggerating, but it was truly, truly awful…from where i sat, anyway. that, combined with the fact that no one had bothered to bring any boom stands (which meant that i had to play pedal steel with a mic stand between my arms and legs, sitting between me and the pedal steel), made this set extremely uncomfortable. we got through it, though, and it was quite well received. for me, it was yet another example of how hard it is to turn in a comfortable, well-executed performance when so very little is going your way.

when we parted ways that afternoon, we planned on doing more of these shows down the road…we’ll see how that turns out. it’d be great if we could, but i also know that paul doesn’t want to head north in the winter, and with that being the case, it could be a while.

on the way out of the hotel, we bumped into charlie gracie standing outside, smoking a cigarette…charlie is a rockabilly legend, someone that paul mccartney still considers a hero. but here we all were, standing outside shooting the breeze. i mean, in this day and age, there’s really not much left of the mystique that used to be such a big part of rock and roll…but between the internet cultivating the perception that we should have full, unfettered access to the people who make the music we love and things like this, that mystique should be all but extinct once this generation of rock and rollers has passed on into the sunset.

and those who come afterward will have no inkling of what they missed.

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with Mercy Blue – “Rosewood” CD Release party

it’s probably a textbook case of oversimplifying, but josh werblun is a Good Kid.

i’ve known joshs’ dad, art, for some time, and josh has become a member in good standing of what’s left of the philadelphia music scene at a pretty early age…he just graduated at drexel this month, and his senior project was rosewood – a concept album recorded by his band, mercy blue. josh invited me into the studio to cut steel parts for the record, so i got to put some slightly left-of-center pedal and lap steel parts down…certainly not what i normally play, which made it a lot of fun.

pedal steel at mercy blues' CD release show

josh and company were running around like madmen to try and get the record ready for completion in time for their release party, and somehow they managed to pull it off, even if only to have the album downloadable for the guests by the following morning. it’s an easy mistake to make (i know – i made it myself) when you’re doing an album early in your career…overlooking all the things you have to line up to have in place before you announce your latest work to the world. but after you do it a couple of times, eventually you learn to set your release date for at least a month after you think you’ll have hard-pressed copies in hand (if you’re still someone who believes in the whole “physical copy” thing. that’d be me, for one).

so, i found my way to 40th and walnut to the rotunda with my gear and loaded in for the gig…very cool little performance space…and managed to situate myself up there with the pedal steel in such a manner that i had two cables going back to the amp – one directly from the volume pedal for the pedal steel, and one coming from the pedalboard, which would be the lap steel and electric guitar and such. it was a little cumbersome, but it worked – i was close enough to the amp to be able to just reach back and plug in whichever signal path i needed, so everything went relatively smoothly.

i am immune to your charms, young skywalker...

i have to confess to feeling – well, rather ancient when the show started and they called me up to sit in. i actually posted a twitter update during the show comparing it to stephen stills sitting in with green day…and yeah, i felt pretty old up there with the upstarts, but they genuinely wanted me there, and that made it a little easier.

we closed with tom petty’s running down a dream, which ended too soon for me, but with that one finished, the night was a wrap.

it’s rejuvenating, in some ways, to be in the company of young musicians whose outlook hasn’t been stomped under the cleats of the realities of this business yet. in their eyes, the possibilities are endless and it’s all out there, waiting for them to just go out and gather it all up. i mean, i doubt they actually, consciously see it that way…but when contrasted to how so many folks in this line of work (including myself) tend to see things, they’re downright starry-eyed. but it’s not a naive fantasy-based optimism…they know what kind of work is involved, and they’re not adverse to doing it.

they’ll be fine…and ultimately, so will this business of ours, i think. i hope.

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last call at the spectrum (1967-2009)

you guys know me by now. about as nostalgic as they come.

so, yeah – i kinda had to be here for this.

the spectrum had been here for years before i showed up, and folks who grew up here who are my age have stories about the shows they’d seen at the spectrum many years before i showed up – and in that regard, i kinda felt like i was mourning someone else’s loss by coming to say goodbye to the spectrum at this show.

it was, to their credit, an all philadelphia bill – starting with the hooters, followed by todd rundgren, and headliners hall and oates.

ramon, derek, dylan, and..."booty" in front of the spectrum...

now, before i’d left, i made mention to dylan that i was going to this thing, and he was actually interested in seeing hall and oates, which…well, to say it was out of character for him would be an understatement. but sure enough, he wanted to come along. and not only did he come along, but he brought three friends with him. i’d already gotten my tickets (down front, complete with afterparty passes and all), but i got them tickets when we got there so that they could get in to see the show, and told them that i’d meet up with them afterwards to try to get them into the afterparty.

eric bazilian and john lilley of the hooters onstage at last call

i bumped into beth kretz and her oldest little guy – she’d brought him there to see what an actual concert was like, and from what i could tell, he hung in there pretty well…they were really only there for the hooters, and they played first – so it was pretty easy to manage him, since she was able to get him in and out relatively quickly.

i got there, picked up tickets for dylan and his friends and parted ways, met up with mark and we went down front and found our seats, and watched the hooters set from there. i got up and took a walk around the arena, though, for todd rundgrens’ set…it was, to be polite, a little hard to digest. todd made what felt like a conscious attempt to stay as far away from playing anything palatable, sticking instead to obscure stuff that wasn’t terribly tuneful. plus, his voice sounded pretty shredded. instead, i took a few laps around the concourse, taking in the larger-than-life murals of great moments in flyers and sixers history, as well as some of the shows that had taken place there over the years.

todd rundgren, taken from backstage. that's my buddy rob nagy in the red sox hat in the front row.

the grateful dead played the spectrum 53 times, more than any other act – but the spectrum hosted everyone from cream (during their farewell tour), the doors (whose live in philadelphia ’70 was recorded there), and pink floyd (where it’s said that roger waters’ experience that inspired comfortably numb occured). the flyers won a stanley cup there in 1974, and the sixers (led by julius “doctor j” irving) hosted the NBA finals there in the late seventies.

so, yeah…there’s a lot of history in this place…not to mention a million stories that exist in the memories of the people who filled the seats here.

hall and oates take the stage for last call at the spectrum

after rundgrens’ set, i wandered back down to my seat for hall and oates, who put on a phenomenal show…encored by the soul survivors doing expressway to your heart and an all star finale, including pretty much everyone left in the dressing rooms, doing the ojays’ anthem, love train.

the lights came up and the crowd started to mill about, finding its way to the exits – i went out and found dylan, ramon, derek and company and told them to stay close to me and – when they finished prepping the floor for the afterparty – to just follow me down, and keep talking to me the whole time and we’d see if they were stopped at all. if so, they’d have to wait a while…but if not, to just come on down and hang and have fun.

i ran into pierre robert not long after we got down to the floor, and introduced the kids to him, introduced them to john lilley when he came out, and by then the food was out, and they had amended their agenda somewhat. 🙂

with t-bone wolk - THE nicest dude in rock and roll. 🙂

t-bone wolk came out at long last, and attracted quite a crowd the minute he came out, which was quite a testament to his stature, i guess…but also a testament to what a friggin’ nice guy he is. i managed to catch a couple minutes’ worth of conversation with him, though – asked him whether or not there was any progress on the john eddie record that i’d played on for him some time before (answer: it appears to have been abandoned for the time being, and he hasn’t heard from john in quite a while) – he’s enjoying working with darryl on his solo record, and on the live from darryl’s house shows. i also had to tell him how much my daughter loved the across the universe movie…t-bone played on a lot of the score for the soundtrack (which, you may or may not know, is all beatles songs…arranged into a plot that unfolds as the movie progresses). that brought a smile to his face….but he looked pretty tired, and there were quite a few sharpie hounds with albums under their arms vying for his attention, so i said goodnight.

as the night wore on, though, and a lot of the folks filtered out into the night, i found myself sitting in a seat along the side and watching the stage being torn down by the crew…it was the first few verses of jackson browne’s the load out personified:

now the seats are all empty
let the roadies take the stage
pack it up, and tear it down

they’re the first to come and the last to leave
working for that minimum wage
they’ll set it up in another town

tonight the people were so fine
they waited there in line
and then they got up on their feet and made the show

well, that was sweet
but i can hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs
and that’s a sound they’ll never know….

"..'cause when it comes to moving me, you know you guys are the champs..."

it really is a lonely moment – when the hall has emptied out and the stage is being torn down and loaded onto the trucks to move on to the next show and the only sounds in the room are the jarring echoes of cases slamming shut, platforms being lowered to the floor, wheels careening across the hall from the arena to the dock. it’s quite a spiral in energy, from the show to the load-out, and it can take a toll when you ride that curve a lot.

i had a hard time leaving the spectrum that night knowing that i’d never be back…it’s yet another important chess piece in a game that’s falling out of fashion, and further evidence that time marches on and that none of us are getting any younger.

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poco with loggins and messina – NJ and NY

i was walking through the offices at work and my cellphone vibrated in my pocket, and it was a missed call from mary young, rusty’s wife. i stepped outside to check my voicemail, and there was a message from mary, asking if i’d be available to tech for the guys (that’d be poco, for the unfamiliar or uninitiated) during a handful of shows they were doing with loggins and messina at the end of august.

now, the important thing about these gigs was the personnel involved – the stagecoach festival had just happened months before, which featured damn near everyone ever involved with the band – messina, richie furay, george grantham, timothy b schmit…and it was a huge success. i don’t know what role that show played in these shows coming to fruition, but as fate would have it – poco would be joined on these dates by messina, richie furay, and – george grantham.

george had come to the stagecoach festival and got up with the guys and sang “pickin’ up the pieces” and played tambourine – it was a highlight of the whole show, and as it turned out, he was coming for these shows as well. and, of course, all the usual northeastern poconuts would be there.

george grantham waiting for his closeup at soundcheck

well, there was a gig conflict with the first one, but i was able to do the other two, and that was apparently good enough. now, what that meant was that within hours of finishing the dan may gig at the winchester in cleveland, i’d have to start driving east to make it to the garden state arts center (i don’t care how much PNC paid for naming rights, it’s still the garden state arts center to me) in time for soundcheck.

and, of course, that’s just what i did. i slept for maybe an hour after the gig, and got started plenty early enough to make the 4pm meeting with the guys at the hotel. i packed an extra set of black jeans and three or four black t-shirts (no, i’m not unaware of the roadie dress code) with my travel bag for the weekend, and i was all set. got a shower on the road before i left cleveland, and off i went.

rick alter, the bands’ manager, was travelling with them on this trip, and he was my point of contact – i called him when my iPhone map told me i was about an hour out, and he told me where the hotel was, and i punched it into the phone and headed over. there was no time after getting there to bother with checking in, so i grabbed my work case from the back of the trooper, loaded it into the car, and off we went.

when we got to the show, i talked to kenny loggins’ guitar tech, and got permission to set up on a closed road case just behind his workstation. both the guys had great techs…i forget kennys’ guy’s name, but jimmy’s guy – john mooy – and i became fast friends. “moo” was set up next to the monitor mixer, upstage right, and there wasn’t room for anyone else on that side, and it also made more sense for me to set up upstage left, as that’s where everyone was coming on and off…and since the guys were opening, it made perfect logistical sense to be in that area. i brought a six space rack that had my kickass, top of the line korg tuner in it, along with a lighted power strip and a 3 space drawer that served as my toolbox.

john mooy at his workstation with messina's gibson mandolin

now, the first lesson i learned on this trip – which was a lesson i should have learned by now, anyway – was that you should always use the same tuner as the guy you’re working for. there’s a bit of drift between a korg tuner and the boss tuners that damn near everyone uses on stage, and sure enough – both mooy and loggins’ guy were using little pedal tuners for the guitars they had in their charge. i always thought that the techs that worked for guys like these would be using peterson strobe tuners, but nope – not the case. and rightfully so, really, when you figure that there’s often a little drift between brands. lesson learned…although for myself, i’m sticking to my korg tuners. besides – what little drift there was didn’t seem to be much of an issue for these shows, anyway.

so i set about unpacking guitars and getting everything ready for the show…rusty, obviously, would require the most work, but it wasn’t that far out of the ordinary for me (i mean, i maintain a similar flock for myself for just about every gig). rusty was travelling with pedal steel, dobro, mandolin, and his godin electric. paul carried an acoustic and his white falcon, and jack with his bass. they became my “flock” for the next two shows, as well as (to a lesser extent) richie furay’s white gibson ES-355 that he’d used for decades. essentially, my job was to help get the guys on and off stage as smoothly as possible, and to maintain everything – to help with setup, to make sure everything was in tune…the usual duties. and, i’ve gotta say, it was a blast being a part of a show of that scale. garden state arts center and jones beach weren’t your usual 300-seaters, and every show i’d even been to on that scale was from the other side of the mirror…it was great to actually be working them. being there and being part of the soundcheck, working with the guys on the crew – a real treat.

soundcheck at garden state arts center

the first of the shows i did was probably my favorite of the two – not so much because of the way the band played, the songs chosen, or anything like that…but because the crowd response was just unreal. you’d have thought that poco were the headliner, based on the audience response, and it was pretty clear that a lot of the folks in attendance, whether they were there because of loggins and messina or not, were certainly big poco fans. and the added plus of having richie and george along, joined by jim messina as well (since he was, after all, already on the bill. 🙂 in fact, the only person not there from the stagecoach festival reunion lineup was timothy b – and that was probably impractical for just the three shows they were doing together on the other side of the country. there were certainly enough elements present for some magical moments, though. seeing richie and grantham on the same mic, with richie’s arm around george, from a few feet away…watching jim messina’s daughter, josie, dancing on the side of the stage while her dad was playing “you better think twice” with the band.

so, after the poco set at garden state arts center, we did the frantic run to get everyone’s gear off the stage, separating the backline from the guys’ gear, and wiping down and packing away everyone’s instruments and getting them out through the back of the place and into vehicles and ready for transport. since i was at the mercy of the band for transport, i wasn’t able to stay for the L&M set, and frankly – after the 24 hours i’d had – i wasn’t going to argue with anyone who wanted to call it an early night. so i rode with rusty back to the hotel, checked into my room, showered (finally!!) and fell asleep in almost no time. jack and george were going to see a movie, and asked if i wanted to come along, but i was spent. i just wanted to fall asleep, clean, and not have to wake up for a good long while. which is exactly what i did. i didn’t even bother to turn the TV on.

the next day, we checked out of the hotel at around 11 o’clock, and i left (in my own car this time) to grab something light for lunch and gas up for the ride to jones beach. i drove through brooklyn to get there, and stopped and took pictures at a couple of places along the way, since i had some time to kill before arriving at the venue.

i got to what is now referred to as the nokia theater at jones beach (friggin’ naming rights…whose idea was all this anyway?) at around 3pm and found my way to the parking lot where the few vehicles that had arrived before me were parked. now, for those of you who haven’t been to jones beach before, you may have surmised that the presence of the word “beach” would further indicate the presence of – well, water – and you’d be right. in fact, there’s an underwater tunnel that goes from the parking lot across to the stage area. and, in keeping with the sign that i initially saw when i got out of the car, that’s the path i took to the stage the first time i went over.

talk about creepy. i’m talking freddy kreuger creepy. there were boards on the floor of the tunnel, due to the fact that water leaking in is a perpetual certainty, and it wasn’t lit in the most efficient fashion…well, i digress. it was creepy. ’nuff said.

anyway, i met up with mooy and the other guys (who were already there by that time for quite a while), found my place upstage left behind kenny’s tech, and unpacked my road case and waited for the rest of the guys to show up. i was over an hour early, but i didn’t mind. i walked around the grandstand and took some pictures, listened to soundcheck, and enjoyed not yet being sweaty for the time being. i talked to rick on the phone and found CJ (the tour manager for loggins and messina) and gave him poco’s guest list for the show and waited for the guys to get there. the backline folks had arrived with the gear for the show, so i helped them with the drum setup and, once the headliner’s soundcheck was finished, started arranging the backline on the stage for the guys – who were on their way to the venue by then. once the guys were there, i had an opportunity to take some pictures during soundcheck, and got some great shots of the guys while they were running through soundcheck…one, in particular, taken leaning out over the edge of the stage of everyone (well, everyone but george lawrence, which would’ve just been impossible) standing in a row, singing on mic with rusty in the lower left hand corner playing pedal steel. i’m particularly proud of that one. 🙂

jones beach has a great backstage area, and the caterers really outdid themselves – i ate with george lawrence, jack sundrud, and gary oleyar from the loggins and messina band, who i share some common friends with and had a great time. we were one table away from rusty, paul jimmy, kenny and spouses. great food and great company.

the jones beach show was great – the audience was considerably more subdued than the previous nights’ audience was, but the guys played great. i did have a pressure moment, though – richie broke an E string during “heart of the night”, and i went out to grab his guitar…when he handed it to me, he initially said to just get him rusty’s godin, but when i grabbed it to unplug it and hand it to him, richie balked because rusty was using a combination cable to take advantage of the MIDI pickup. so, i took richies’ ES-355 back to my “bench” and swapped the string out and had it back to him before the end of the song. and it was in tune, too. i felt like a real guitar tech. 🙂

jim messina's touring guitar rack

once the poco part of the show was over, i wiped everything down, put everything away, and got the guys ready to roll…rusty was very gracious and thankful for my having been able to be there and help make the shows easier for them, and we all said our goodbyes and i walked back across to the stage area and listened to some of the show from backstage…had a few drinks and said goodbye to the guys before heading back to the car and getting ready for the drive back to reading (since, after all, i did have to go to work the next morning). i stood for a long time at the parking lot and looked across at the stage while the guys were playing, and thought about how shows of this scale are becoming more and more scarce for most of the folks i’ve idolized for a big chunk of my life – with the audience aging and with more and more people simply choosing not to go to shows at all, most of the bands that are still around are drifting downward to smaller and smaller venues. i mean, i personally don’t really go to larger shows – due, in large part, to the behavior of the audiences. people who go to these kinds of shows can be real assholes, and a lot of them go to shows specifically to let their inner asshole loose on the world, and i choose not to be a part of that. i find that the smaller shows are not only more intimate, but that audiences are usually a lot more well behaved. but i’ve gotta tell you, i really enjoyed being part of these shows – working with an actual crew, with onstage monitor mixers and guitar techs and non-rented backline and lights and the like. i felt like i got something of a taste of what it was like in the day when these kinds of shows were the norm – when there was tour support and an audience and when people actually held rock and roll in a higher regard.

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good night, performing songwriter.

pink.  iggy pop.  mick fleetwood.  wow.
pink. iggy pop. mick fleetwood. wow.

so, amidst all the chaos and disorder that reigns in the post-internet culture that we find ourselves occupying at the moment…as newspapers close or retreat to online-only editions (i’m lookin’ at you, rocky mountain news), we’re looking around us and seeing that, true to the words of The Prophet Zimmerman – “he who is not busy being born is busy dying.”

newspapers, magazines – print media in general – have been on a slow, steady downward spiral with the advent of the internet, and when you factor in the attrition of readers who’ve jumped ship to online equivalents alongside that rueful combination of arrogance and delusion that seems to affect many businesses who wait too long to try and remain relevant in this day and age…

…well, it doesn’t make for a very positive forecast.

the latest apparent victims of this sea change would appear to be radio and records magazine, published since 1973, and – the loss closer to home – lydia hutchinson’s labor of love, performing songwriter magazine.

yes, it’s true…after sixteen years in print, performing songwriter is calling it a day.

to hear that radio and records would be stopping the presses was something of a headslapping, V-8 moment – well, of course, they’re closing! the very title of the magazine screamed irrelevance! no one listens to conventional radio anymore, and no one buys music anymore!

it was a moment akin to hearing that the typewriter quarterly would be ceasing publication, really.

performing songwriter was another story, though. we’ve all borne witness to the problems that paste is trying to weather…and we all watched sadly as no depression succumbed to the online-only solution…but i thought that the community that sprouted up around performing songwriter would be the difference for this particular mag.

that is, until i took a minute to think about a few things that hadn’t occured to me.

they say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but those who say such things beg that we pay attention to the exceptions and not the rules.

all you have to do is look back at the covers of performing songwriter over the years to see where the shift started to occur that would alienate the very community that i perceived to have their backs.

i was a subscriber for three years…and they were good years. i saw jewel on the cover, jackson browne, shawn colvin, james taylor…the indigo girls were on the cover of the issue that contained the glowing review of my mutual angels album…i read about marc cohn, sarah mclachlan, david wilcoxs’ brilliant articles on songwriting and creativity…

but they lost me. somewhere along the way, they lost me, and i never really thought about it until i heard they were closing.

the magazine became, for me, analgous to a relative that i’d moved away from – someone who was really great to grow up around, but who’d changed significantly enough that you both realized that your best years were behind you, and you were forced to accept that who they are now and who they were then were two different people…and you had to get on with your lives. amicably, yes, but with a twinge of regret and nostalgia.

i have my doubts that i’m the only person who felt estranged from PS over the years. when the coverage turned from master songsmiths like carole king and john hiatt to modern fluff purveyors like alicia keys (who graced the cover twice, in 2005 and 2007, the latter containing a bonus article on that legendary master of wordcraft, kid rock), a lot of the folks who put performing songwriter on the map simply tuned out.

maroon five on the cover in 1997 turned out to be a harbinger of things to come. later, we’d get covers featuring jimmy jam and terry lewis, mary j blige, lionel richie, david bowie…with insighful articles on such master songwriters as….

…nikki sixx of motley crue.

nay, i shit you not.

those of you who know me know that i’m not a folk nazi, and i don’t think anyone ever thought for a minute that PS was going to be a single-minded celebration of singer/songwriters…the audience is too small and fragmented to support a publication as openly ambitious as PS was. when i fell in love with it, i foresaw it growing into a magazine that would eventually bring together disparate songwriting communities from various genres with an emphasis on artists whose persona emphasized their songwriting chops. i could easily digest an issue with room for roseanne cash alongside marc cohn alongside gillian welch alongside ben harper alongside ben folds alongside marshall crenshaw alongside erykah badu alongside ron sexsmith…blah blah blah.

but…lionel richie? come on, now.

from glancing over the covers of the magazine from front to back, there appears to be a trend of pandering for the sake of selling magazines to people who had little or no interest in the core group of artists that were initially part of their platform – which is fine, but to believe that you would be pulling converts over to the publication on a long term basis by featuring artists so far afield of their primary demographic as some of the folks they put on the cover in recent years is…well, far fetched.

in that respect, it’s only fitting that such a heralded, legendary songwriter with a decades-long lineage of timeless classics to their resume as pink, no less, should grace the cover of their final issue. it’s an almost blatant-yet-subconscious nod to why they should call it a day in the first place…never mind the additional coverage given in their swan song issue to such songwriting giants as…mick fleetwood? seriously?

still, as far afield as they wandered over the years, losing performing songwriter will create a void that losing an industry ragsheet like radio and records doesn’t really hint at. from all appearances, the magazine was on solid ground from a financial perspective – they didn’t resort to the public pleas for reader assistance that some other music magazines have had to resort to, nor did they opt for the online-only status that others adopted.

they simply pulled the plug.

perhaps it was a “beat the economy to the punch” thing, perhaps the publishers were just ready to give the magazine the kevorkian treatment before old age did it for them, or maybe they just felt – as i’m finding that i feel – that they shouldn’t be capable of sleeping at night after such a dick move as putting pink on the cover of a songwriters’ magazine.

sometimes, when you’ve lost your way, the best thing you can do for yourself is to simply stop walking.