Say what you want about what this band — or the magazine, for that matter — has become, but I’m as thrilled to see them on the cover now as I would’ve been 30 years ago. #kiss #rollingstone #music #godsofrock
Ah, Spring, you may still be shy about showing your face for any length of time, but I can feel you’re here and I’m grateful, regardless of what you still try and throw our way… .
So I’ve missed a few weeks since the last time I did one of these. Big deal. It’s my blog, I’ll do what I want, and that means picking up where I left off.
Spirit Caravan in Spokane, a set on Flickr.
The middle of last week I was in Texas and received a text from my kid. “Spirit Caravan is playing in Spokane on Sunday.” I almost didn’t believe him, but I looked into it. I knew they had reformed, and that they would be kind of in our area, but not particularly close. Spokane had indeed been added, and given that’s only three hours away, and it was an all ages show, it was on.
Spirit Caravan is one of my favorite bands. Scott “Wino” Weinrich is a living legend to those of us into this kind of music. The last time the band had been through this part of the country (13 years ago!), not long before they broke up, I promoted and opened the show for them with my band. I’d become friends with Wino; on a trip to Maryland a few years ago I saw his band at the time, The Hidden Hand, then spent the night and next day at his house. Over the years we’ve stayed in touch off and on, but I hadn’t talked to him since I saw him with Saint Vitus in San Francisco three or so years ago.
Long story short, it was a great night. The band killed. Sherman (SC’s bass player) was great to hang with and swap stories. This is a dude who loves the life of heavy music (and weed) that he’s devoted his to. Hell, even Al, the merch guy, remembered our time together in Missoula so many years ago. It was good to reconnect with him as well. As for Henry, the drummer, this was his first tour with SC. He also drums for Saint Vitus. It was good to meet him.
Most importantly, my boy and I got to hang out with Wino, and Sid was clearly thrilled. It’s a treat to hang out with your idols sometimes, and it’s even better when they treat you kindly. That was really the point to me, as Sid was very young when he met Wino before. Now, as a young rocker himself playing his own style of music that Wino is a Godfather of, it was a big moment for him.
At one point Wino was talking about his own children, and domestic issues, as guys long in tooth and gray of beard as we are tend to do when we get together. His oldest son, who I’d met in Maryland as a toddler, is 13 now. “He’s really cool,” Wino said, with a smile. “He’s….” and he struggled with words, then he drew a circle with his finger, encompassing himself, Sid, and me, “He’s one of us.”
I’d heard some grumblings from a couple people about my lack of activity around here. I’d planned to take a couple weeks off just for a break … didn’t actually realize it had stretched to damn …
No, I haven’t entirely abandoned my blog… .
Sharing this from my buddies at Behring Made. They make absolutely gorgeous knives. The other significance of this magazine article (which just started hitting stands last week) is that I wrote it and took the photographs as well. Pretty pleased with that, especially since the first place I saw it was in Boston, about 2000 miles from home. I STILL haven’t seen it in Missoula yet.
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