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1st set original in style of 68 or 67 I think 2nd 2/12/69 E: Lovelight

Those that weren't there can now judge for themselves: https://archive.org/details/dso2019-02-09.Nak300.CP4.flac24

I was only 6 when Nanna died while making potatoes in a tiny 1940’s brick two bedroom apartment where she’d raised a Nun, a Criminal, and 2 Teachers. At 16, her and gramps left Ireland’s famine to start their lives here. Pretty boring stuff. From now on, if anyone asks me about Nanna, I’m gonna tell them the Quilt story. Sorry I just can’t help myself Bro It’s mine now I came up with the idea listening to the Seattle show in the car while waiting for this rain and cigar to end. (Great recording , thanks John)

89/02/12 Great Western Forum, Inglewood, CA Cold Rain, Hell in a Bucket, Row Jimmy, BIODTL>Promised Land, West LA, How Long Blues*, Gimme Some Lovin'*. Iko**, Monkey and the Engineer**, Alabama**, Dire Wolf**, Cassidy**, Memphis Blues**>Drumz***>Other 1>Stella>Foolish Heart. E:NFA**, Knockin'** * -with Spencer Davis, ** -with Bob Dylan, *** - with Kodo drummer final/last How Long Blues 70/08/19 (1236) final/last Monkey and the Engineer 81/10/16 (495) The final show of the 89 west coast winter shows, and one of the more unusual setlists. As far as I know, all the guests appearances were unannounced, adding to the freak factor. Spencer Davis killed the GSL, and the pre drums with Dylan provided several highlights. Dylan doing the Dead after the Dead doing Dylan in 87, The Bus floated back to SF after this one. Praise DSO.

Last night’s dance zone.

A beautiful vintage - full bodied with depth and character.Playful yet structured with good legs. And oh, the aroma was intoxicating . GOAT Not necessarily the order... Good Morning Little Schoolgirl Mama Tried Doin that Rag Hard to Handle Hurts Me too the Lindy New Orleans Dancing Cosmic Charlie Golden Road Oh oh my and the Donovan Mountain Jam in the Alligator.

What a beautiful story and oh, how I can relate. It reminded me of my mother doing needlepoint and such. She always did the pieces to give to others. I have one hanging on the wall in my bedroom. As I read more, it reminded me of what I do with furniture. Wether refinishing a piece or making a piece out of old barn wood or a plank that washed up on the shores of the Chesapeake. I dream about what I am going to do then, tackle a project every winter when things are slow. I find such enjoyment out of the work. My home is full of these works of art, physical manifestations of the love within, just like your grandmothers works of art with fabric as the medium. Your grandmothers story is wonderful.

So the thing is... Every year, some time after Thanksgiving, Good ol' Granny would settle into her cabin in the woods and pull out her sewing supplies. Weeks she would spend in her rocking chair, slowly stitching away with needle and thread. It was never fully understood how stitching away on her scraps of fabric affected her,,but many unusual expressions were witnessed by family members during the winter season. While working her art, Granny was scene at times laughing, crying, content at times, a bit confused at times...even spotted a few times in an ecstatic state with her sewing supplies off to the side and up out of her chair with hands in the air and a grin from ear to ear.... Why,,ol' Uncle John even swears he witnessed a question mark float off of the top of her head and gradually disappear into the ethers up around the ceiling. The line between sanity and madness seemed a bit obscured at times with Granny,,but it didn't seem to matter because her sewing project would keep her grounded and focused throughout the winter season... After spending the year gathering scraps of old cloth, worn out clothing, and special pieces of fabric from her monthly trips into town,,Granny always appeared to be giddy with anticipation to create her winter art piece... Come Imbolc, in early February, half way between winter solstice and spring equinox, Granny would pull together the family for what was clearly her favorite celebration of the year...the birth of spring. Each year after an abundant and noirishing meal together the entire family would slip into an evening of laughter, libations, play, and music. With ol' Uncle John ripping away on his fiddle.,,the time would finally come for Granny to offer her winter creation. Out of the back room she would come,,beaming, with the brightest of smiles... With all the family focused on her in awe and appreciation she would unfold and present the most beautiful quilt that eyes have ever seen...full of color, integrity and beauty....Tears of joy would be shed by all who were present, including Granny herself as the quilt was passed around and admired by all... That quilt...was this show...full of soul, color, time and timelessness, sadness, joy, beauty and meaning... 2/11/19 DSO,Eugene, Oregon,,, Thank you kindly...