Rocks in the ocean, fish in the sea

Last night I went with Steve Jares to see Hot Tuna in Peekskill, NY (thanks to the largess of the Brooks' who ditched to fly to Chicago for a Ratdog gig).


Nice night. Train hugs a lazy Hudson at day's end.

Peekskill is its own mystery.

Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.

(Ask Steve about his cab driver.)

The Paramount is a fine cozy hall. Perfect to see a show

The opening act was Oteil Burbridge, who was stunning. Brilliant. Look this man up!

(Long time bass player for the Allman Brothers)











The Tuna gig was electric, which suited Steve and less than fully delighted me. Tuna acoustic is a big love of mine.