Kansas Crimson

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain

TDub wrote: ↑Sat Jan 16, 2021 2:50 pm Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin'
got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys,
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and, Newbury's train songs and Blue Eyes cryin' in the Rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Everyone should bucket list this place.
When my ex and i split up 12 years ago, my best friend advised me to move to Austin.

After i got settled in, he said "now, go to the Hill Country, spend a day at Luckenbach".
I told him i don't really like country music. He said, "just go".

Changed my life for the better.

Id love to make the trip. Someday perhaps

A couple of things that are unique at Luckenbach.

My first time there, i am driving way out in the country. My GPS says " arriving at destination".
Farm house on one side, pasture on the other. I go about a mile further, turn around. Got back to the original spot, "arriving at destination". I stop, trying to figure this out.
Then, I see it, a small handmade sharpie cardboard sign that says "Luckenbach town loop" with an arrow to the right. I drive my Jeep down what looks like a cattle trail for about a mile, and there it is, in the woods.

Also, they have a small stage outside with about 10 picnic tables where they play music all day.
About an hour before dark, the dozen or so chickens that mill about all day move up into the trees to roost....show is over. Then, a few hours later, they start the indoor night show in the dance hall.

The old post office houses a souvenir shop, everything is cash only, with a few food stands and 2 beer stands.

The absolute most unique music scene (I have been to hundreds) I have ever experienced.

like a steam locomotive.

Good shit!

It’s not often you can take an entire creative genre and identify a single formative moment.

For instance, while I think rock and roll was born in the 50s, I’m not sure of an exact moment of birth.

But I am sure, with reasonable confidence, that this is the moment rock and roll grew a pair of balls.

I did not know about this incident, thank you:

On Saturday, July 24, 1965, Dylan performed three acoustic songs, "All I Really Want to Do", "If You Gotta Go, Go Now", and "Love Minus Zero/No Limit", at a Newport workshop.[9] According to Jonathan Taplin, a roadie at Newport (and later a road manager for the acts of Dylan's manager Albert Grossman), Dylan made a spontaneous decision on Saturday that he would challenge the Festival by performing with a fully amplified band the following evening. Taplin said that Dylan had been irritated by what he considered condescending remarks which festival organiser Alan Lomax had made about the Paul Butterfield Blues Band when Lomax introduced them for an earlier set at a festival workshop. Dylan's attitude, according to Taplin, was, "Well, fuck them if they think they can keep electricity out of here, I'll do it. On a whim, he said he wanted to play electric."[10] Dylan assembled a band and rehearsed that night at a mansion being used by festival organizer George Wein.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_ ... ontroversy

“Well, fuck them.”

Compare that to the previously most edgiest rock and roll act, “I want to hold your hand.”

The song itself, Maggie’s Farm, is such a defiant protest anthem, and so perfect for that moment. The name was a play on words dissing some other stuck up folk festival called McGee’s farm. Even the blues guitar solos seem to come from that sentiment: well, fuck them.

He gets booed.

He follows it up with Like A Rolling Stone, to more boos. If somebody said they could time travel you back in time to Bob Dylan performing Like A Rolling Stone in 1965, would you expect the crowd to be booing? I bet those loosers went on to raise kids who were Dave Matthews Band fans LOL you dorks.

He exits the stage and comes back with an acoustic guitar, and a request to the crowd: “does anyone have an E harmonica? Anyone at all? Just throw them on the stage.”

Shit gets thrown. He picks up what ends up being an E harmonica, and busts into a rattled Mr. Tambourine Man. He then goes into the I’m-like-so-totally-over-you-loosers version of It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue, and never plays Newport again.

Wait he might have played Newport again but dressed up like ZZ Top or something

bonus track!

so Jerry and Bob walk into a barber shop.

what kinda haircuts you guys want?

“Were kinda digging that Founding Fathers look.”

say no more.

i don’t see any wigs

take it to the Bill Self thread

There's probably some powder in Jerry's.

well played, 99