Older than me! That might make you the oldest one here. 1961 for me!
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They had their shop on the corner of St. Paul and College. Many years later I had a parking permit for the now parking lot in that very spot…which was amazing as parking in BTV back then was a horror show. I worked in the building behind Bennington Potters North for years. Then we moved to The Maltex Building on Pine St and soon after Phish moved in for their headquarters.
Love BTV!
BTW my first concert was in Lewiston Maine
…Lynryd Skynyrd…1976, before the plane crash. Back when indoor concerts were general admission and just a bunch of kids wandering around open arenas filled with pot smoke and cost $4.75.
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Maybe it is my sleep deprivation, maybe it is b/c of today — but this seemed to be an apt song for this morning
Small wheel turn by the fire and rod,
Big wheel turn by the grace of God,
Every time that wheel turn 'round,
Bound to cover just a little more ground.
(Bonus: Gimme Some Lovin with some killer vocals and organ from the man )
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Can we get some Pitch Perfect mash-ups here?
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That’s right!
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72 years of letting us watch him paint his masterpiece…
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Sweet little article on Robert Hunter. Love the genesis of Ripple, which is one of my favorite songs.
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I sure did!!
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The Bomb Diggity Cyclone has my office flooding. HOOORRRAY!. And this song jumped straight into my head from the tribute show last month as if I was standing right there now. Since there isn’t a recording of that up – this will do. Guess I have my meditation for the next couple days…
The bottles stand as empty,
as they were filled before
Time there was and plenty,
but from that cup no more
Though I could not caution all ,
I yet may warn a few
Don’t lend your hand to raise no flag,
atop no ship of fools
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Today is Hey Jude!
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Feelin a little little blue today. Even blue can be beautiful
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This is one of my fave comfort songs. Love the Pickett version
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You thought God was an architect, now you know
He’s something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built that’s all for show goes up in flames
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I got too far from my raising, I forgot where I come from
And the line between right and wrong was so fine
Well I thought the highway loved me
But she beat me like a drum
My day will come, if it takes a lifetime