The Musical Box Walter Tunis on music Sun, 26 Jul 2015 20:23:15 +0000 en-US hourly 1 in performance: reeves gabrels and his imaginary friends Sun, 26 Jul 2015 15:21:48 +0000 reeves gabrels and his imaginary friends: kevin hornback, reeves gabrels and jeff brown. marc pisapia is subbing for brown on the trio's current tour.

reeves gabrels and his imaginary friends: kevin hornback, reeves gabrels and jeff brown. marc pisapia is subbing for brown on the trio’s current tour.

Few champion guitarslingers place their tricks, technique and pure performance savvy on such intimate display as Reeves Gabrels did last night at the Green Lantern. The ‘90s axeman for David Bowie and current guitar chieftain for The Cure, Gabrels let a handful of die hard fans literally stand by his side during a loose but musically ferocious set that blasted away for nearly two hours.

Bolstered by a power trio called the Imaginary Friends that included Louisville-bred five string bassist Kevin Hornback and drummer/harmony vocalist Marc Pisapia, Gabrels employed very elemental designs – namely, basic rock, pop and blues melodies – to ignite solos and jams of far greater complexity.

Show opening run-throughs of Continue and Wish You Were Her set the show’s pace with tight trio interplay, a guitar sound full of bright and exact tone and a performance attitude that, while extremely focused, seemed open and playful.

It was during skirmishes like Zero Effect, one of six tunes performed off the new Reeves Gabrels and his Imaginary Friends album, that the guitarist seriously opened up. Though the core of the tune was built around an elemental riff of pure pop intention (the Aerosmith hit Sweet Emotion came to mind), the music bloomed into an extended jam of lighter and neatly layered psychedelia.

Ditto for the show closing Yesterday’s Gone (from Gabrels’ 1999 solo album Ulysses) that worked off a bouncing groove to a create a richly textured ambience that seemed to disengage and float above the tune’s rhythmic structure as the music progressed.

The setlist served as an impressive retrospective of sorts, too. It reached back to the punkish brawl of Bus Stop, a work co-penned with Bowie for the 1989 self-titled debut record by Tin Machine, but also wound its way through the rugged power trio exchanges of Problem (from Gabrels’ first solo record, 1995’s The Sacred Squall of Now) and a radical transformation of the country chestnut Bright Lights Big City (rewired for the Imaginary Friends record) that mutated into a serving of turbulent, purposeful blues.

Such were the delights that surfaced as a guitar titan let fans get up close and personal.

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in performance: eagles Sun, 26 Jul 2015 08:01:34 +0000 Don Henley (left) and Glenn Frey performing last night with the Eagles at Rupp Arena.

Don Henley (left) and Glenn Frey performing last night with the Eagles at Rupp Arena.

Early into last night’s three hour Eagles marathon at Rupp Arena, Glenn Frey seemed pleased with both the veteran California band’s return to its country-folk roots as well as the attentive enthusiasm the crowd of 17,000 greeted the initial tunes with.

“Not bad for a bunch of 40 year olds,” he said.

The joke, of course, was on no one. The Eagles are emeritus members of a vibrant West Coast scene from the ‘70s. Such an alliance automatically added a few more decades onto the ages of its members as well as a good number of the fans that showed up last night.

But if you consider the remark was instead directed at the songs themselves, then it was spot on. With only one exception, the entire program, billed majestically as History of the Eagles, focused on material from the six studio albums the band issued between 1972 and 1979. The lone outsider was the Timothy B. Schmit-sung Love Will Keep Us Alive from the 1994 reunion record Hell Freezes Over. With apparently little interest in bringing its history lesson to the comparative present, the 2007 double album Long Road Out of Eden was ignored completely.

Presented in more or less chronological order, the 27 or so songs making up the concert were split into two hour-plus sets. The first was devoted to its flagship country-folk sound while the second was predominantly rock ‘n’ roll produced when the Eagles fully embraced their ‘70s rock star celebrity status.

The first set was understandably more reserved, but it also offered more surprises as it didn’t rely strictly on hits. Band founders Frey and Don Henley entered from opposite sides of the stage to begin the evening, appropriately, with Saturday Night, a forgotten piece of harmony rich pop-folk from the Eagles’ 1973 album Desperado. Then came the evening’s most welcome surprise – the addition of original Eagle Bernie Leadon, who offered a nice homage to the great Dillard & Clark duo by singing Train Left Here This Morning, a lovely country meditation refashioned for the Eagles’ self-titled debut album from 1972.

Leadon remained onstage for the rest of the first set, which carried the band through tunes from 1975’s One of the These Nights (his last album with the Eagles). Following Henley’s keen reading of the Western outlaw saga Doolin Dalton, the show essentially became a hit parade, although the teaming of Leadon with his replacement, Joe Walsh, and the expansive guitar support of Steuart Smith nicely bolstered Already Gone and the set closing Take It to the Limit. The later placed Frey on vocals in place of the absent Randy Meisner, who reportedly declined an invitation to also rejoin the band for this tour due to health reasons (he left the Eagles in 1977 and was replaced by Schmit).

The second set was perhaps less enchanting mostly because the two albums it drew from, Hotel California and The Long Run, largely jettisoned the country-rock sensibilities of the earlier recordings. But this was also the part of the program that unleashed Walsh, the only band member last night that steered outside of the Eagles catalog to revisit his own hits. Playfulness abounded during his 1970 James Gang gem Funk #49, as well as 1978’s Life’s Been Good, which ruled radio during the three year gap between Hotel California and The Long Run.

Walsh also goosed some of the more stoic Eagles originals during the second set, particularly The Long Run’s Those Shoes, with the same talk box guitar effects that have distinguished his own work.

Saved for encores, Hotel California’s title tune and Take It Easy were performed, as was the entire concert, was a relaxed and ageless efficiency. Yes, the Eagle elders held up well during their first Rupp showing in two decades. But in the end, it was the 40 year olds that truly kept the crowd happy and involved.


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robert earl keen reschedules lyric concert Wed, 22 Jul 2015 01:46:51 +0000 robert earl keen.

robert earl keen.

Looks like you better put those muddy boots back on the porch. There will be no Texas troubadouring with Robert Earl Keen on Wednesday.

The popular Lone Star songsmith has postponed his July 22 concert at the Lyric Theatre. In an email notification sent out earlier tonight, the reason given was “last minute changes to Robert Earl Keen’s tour.”

The rescheduled date is Nov. 19 with a 7:30 start time. All tickets for this week’s originally scheduled show will be honored when Keen performs the bluegrass-inspired tunes from his new Happy Prisoner album this fall.

For more information, call (859) 280-2218.

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living with the nashville rash Mon, 20 Jul 2015 04:02:40 +0000 dale watson.

dale watson.

On a 1995 tune called Nashville Rash, Dale Watson roared on unapologetically about being “too country now for country,” a remark that underscored just how vast the distance was between his brand of hard core honky tonk and the wave of pop attitudes that were already overtaking the roots-driven music he grew up with.

Today, the veteran Texas singer takes an opposite view. Longtime fans shouldn’t fret, though, as the heavily traditional country sound descended directly from giants like Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings remains his steadfast style. But the distance between that music and the Nashville norm has him modifying his perspective.

“What’s happened in the 20 years since I wrote Nashville Rash is that now I’m actually not country enough in terms of the new definition of what country is. I am so light years away from what country music has become that I’m not country enough for country.

“You know what? That’s a good idea. I hear a song coming on.”

A regular Lexington visitor in the mid-to-late’90s at Lynagh’s Music Club when his recording career commenced, Watson’s honky tonk vocabulary remains devoted to tradition on two of his newest albums, 2013’s El Rancho Azul, which vastly upped his national exposure through considerable critical praise and television appearances, and this summer’s Lloyd Maines-produced Call Me Insane. But for an artist with such a scholarly command of country tradition, one may find a few surprises scattered among his list of musical heroes.

“Three stand out in my mind – Elvis (Presley), Johnny Cash and Dean Martin.”

Dean Martin? One of today’s most versed country traditionalists finds inspiration in the cocktail swigging, ‘60s swinging swagger of Dean Martin?

“Oh yeah,” Watson said. “I loved his voice right off the bat. But when I watched The Dean Martin Show, you could tell he had fun. He sang great, but he had so much fun onstage.

“That’s our main objective as a band today. Our only rule is to have fun. That’s it. We remind each other of that when we get onstage. Just last night, one of the cats said that right before we went on. He said, ‘Alright. Number one rule.’ The road can really get to you, but it just takes one guy to go, ‘Alright. Number one rule.’ It perks you right up.”

While his music hasn’t changed over the years, Watson has done a lifetime of hard living since those ‘90s shows at Lynagh’s. Following the 2000 death of his fiance in a car accident, Watson dropped into a personal tailspin of alcohol and drug abuse. Following a year-long recovery, he recounted the whole devastating saga in the tribute album Every Song I Write is for You and a 2006 documentary film titled Crazy Again.

“Hey man, I survived living,” Watson said. “It’s not easy sometimes. Most of the time, in my case, I was my own worst enemy – a lot of times, really. But if you can survive yourself, at the end of the day, you have a pretty healthy outlook on life. I know I’m happier these days than I ever have been.

“The documentary was my way of fulfilling a promise. I wanted to let people know what I’ve been through. I thought that was really important. It wasn’t easy, but I’ve had so many people come up to me and tell me how that particular documentary or album helped them out. It makes you feel good to share something like that.”

While Watson certainly doesn’t maintain the commercial profile of today’s country stars (he continues to call his music “Ameripolitan” as opposed to country), the favorable reception to El Rancho Azul and Call Me Insane represent subtle breakthroughs, spreading the word on serious country tradition for an devout and expanding fanbase.

“It is weird, you know? To be the age I am (52), having been in the business so long, and now having some success is scary. I’ve been banging my head against the wall for so long that it’s strange to finally have the breaks start coming. It’s an unusual place for me.”

Dale Watson and his Lonestars with the Coralee and the Townees Trio perform at 8 tonight at Willie’s Locally Known, 805 N.Broadway. Tickets are $20. Call (859) 281-1116 or go to










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in performance: forecastle (day 2) Sun, 19 Jul 2015 07:13:28 +0000 jim james of my morning jacket performing last night at forecastle in louisville. herald-leader staff photo by rich copley.

jim james of my morning jacket performing last night at forecastle in louisville. herald-leader staff photos by rich copley.

“Roll the dice, set sail the ship,” sang a jubilant Jim James last night at the onset of My Morning Jacket’s homecoming/headlining set at Forecastle in Louisville. It was an apt greeting for such a nautically themed festival. But James was all about celebration as the tune, Believe (Nobody Knows), kicked off the last of several impressive performances by Kentucky rooted artists that highlighted the festival’s second day.

My Morning Jacket was easily the most prominent homegrown act of the bill and rewarded a crowd that had baked in 90-plus degree heat all afternoon with a set rich in summery sentiment, from the chiming guitars that propelled Mahgeetah to the mix of psychedelia and reggae-fied groove underscoring Off the Record to the almost militaristic strut of Compound Fracture. The latter, along with Believe, was pulled from the newest MMJ album, The Waterfall.

sturgill simpson.

sturgill simpson.

Logistics were in the audience’s favor last night. Jackson native and one time Lexingtonian Sturgill Simpson wound up a far reaching country-rooted set on a second stage just minutes before MMJ closed out the day on the mainstage.

Simpson’s performance came with plenty of roots savvy ingenuity. The set opening Sitting Here Without You summoned the spirit of Waylon Jennings, both in the rumbling tenor of Simpson’s vocals and in the tune’s sense of rambling fortitude. A few stabs at what the singer termed as “bluegrass” were really jet-speed honky tonk romps (including the sly Railroad of Sin), while later tunes (Some Days and the Sunday Valley favorite Sometimes Wine) strayed from concise country parameters into generous electric jams.

john medeski performing with the word.

john medeski performing with the word.

Perhaps the most under the radar Kentucky entry of the day was John Medeski. Though raised in Florida, he remains a Louisville native. Currently on a workman’s holiday from the avant-jazz trio Medeski Martin & Wood, the keyboardist yesterday was co-piloting the sacred steel/jam band hybrid music of The Word.

It was often an uphill climb for Medeski’s organ and electric piano work to be heard over the electric wailing of guitarist Luther Dickinson and pedal steel powerhouse Robert Randolph. But despite a lopsided mix, the resulting blend of gospel, funk, soul and even country sounded suitably festive. Especially arresting was Medeski’s Rhodes-style keyboard colors during Glory Glory, one of only two vocal tunes (sung ably by bassist Chris Chew) in an otherwise instrumental performance.

chris stapleton

chris stapleton

The other Kentucky returnee was Lexington-born, Paintsville-raised Chris Stapleton, whose late afternoon country set was even more roots hearty than Sturgill’s performance.

Stapleton pens tunes of hard country sentiment with regularly subtle melodies. The title tune to his recent debut solo album Traveller – along with the record’s highlight tune, the proudly assertive Fire Away – were fine examples that distinguished his performance. The songs’ quiet intensity made them curious picks for a large outdoor festival. But Stapleton enforced them, along with his popular cover of Tennessee Whiskey and the more robustly rockish original Drinkin’ Dark Whiskey (cut when Stapleton was with his former band, The Steeldrivers, which perform at Forecastle today) with singing that owed as much to vintage soul as hard-bitten country.

There was also plenty of fine Forecastle music yesterday from bands without Bluegrass ties. They included

+ a tireless set by the husband and wife duo known as Shovels & Rope that offered blasts of big beat pop on such guitar/drum dominant tunes as Bridge on Fire and Hail Hail.

+ a lyrical though occasionally static performance by the Philadelphia band The War on Drugs that was a throwback of sorts to the metronomic cool of ‘80s alternative rock.

+ a punkish, politically themed outing from Conor Oberst’s recently reformed Omaha collective Desaparecidos weaved around brutish tunes like The Underground Man and Te Amo Camilo Vallejo.

+ a sampling of multi-generational soul from the New Orleans-based troupe The Revivalists that combined brassy bits of vintage R&B with song structures owing greatly to hip hop.

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in performance: neil young + promise of the new Tue, 14 Jul 2015 05:51:12 +0000 neil young.

neil young.

“We’re glad Mother Nature is cooperating with us for the time being,” remarked Neil Young last night at Cincinnati’s Riverbend Music Center. Indeed, the evening did a 360 from the storms that ripped through Kentucky and the Ohio River Valley earlier in the day. But while the skies cleared for a spectacular summer evening, the ever-wily Young was brewing up some turmoil of his own.

Backed by the youthful Promise of the Real quintet, the same band that fortifies Young’s wild new protest album The Monsanto Years, the double Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee offered a two hour-plus retrospective that moved through the years as readily as it did a series of diverse musical temperaments that reached several epic, electric crescendos with his new performance compatriots.

The program nodded generously to solo tunes, folk ensemble-infused works and torrential rock ‘n’ roll jams. That’s a lot of musical traffic to cover, but Young traveled through it all, at age 69, as tirelessly as the Promise of the New members, all of which were easily half his age, if not younger.

As opening solo set dispensed with the hits – specifically, After the Gold Rush, Heart of Gold and Old Man – in quick but soulful succession. But the reading of Mother Earth (Natural Anthem) that followed, with Young seated at a portable pipe organ, was a foreshadowing of the environmental and agrochemical strife that sat at the heart of the Monsanto Years music.

Curiously, Young saved six of the seven songs performed from the album for the second half of the show, preferring to preface the new material with midtempo Americana staples like Out on the Weekend and Unknown Legend that would have fit neatly into a Farm Aid set.

Then came the evening’s most potent musical cloudburst, a still-venomous Ohio that Young dedicated to the four students killed four hours away and 45 years ago at Kent State University. “They were,” Young said with pokerfaced candor of the protesting students, “a threat.”

The songs from The Monsanto Years were left to fend for themselves without further commentary, from the whistling reverie of A Rock Star Bucks a Coffee Shop to the corporate greed grind of Big Box (“too big to fail, too rich for jail”).

Bigger noise, however, surrounded three extended romps recovered from three different decades – 1969’s Down By the River, 1972’s Words (Between the Lines of Age) and 1990’s Love and Only Love. Here, Young cut loose with long, jagged guitar runs that delighted the multi-generational audience as well as the Promise of the New disciples onstage with him. Watching co-guitarist Lukas Nelson beam an electric grin as Young traded Black and Decker solos with him during the closing sparks of Down By The River was the Kodak moment of the night.

Perhaps fittingly, as the rumbles of Love and Only Love faded away, the distant thunder of a second band of storms began to brew. Mother Nature, it seemed, didn’t cherish the thought of being upstaged.

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staying out late with nikki lane Mon, 13 Jul 2015 04:11:56 +0000 the green lantern has just booked country renegade nikki lane for a tuesday performance.

the green lantern has just booked country renegade nikki lane for a tuesday performance.

Start looking for a babysitter. The Green Lantern, 497 W. Third, has an 11th hour booking to boast of that will make (or, at least, should make) you want to stay out late on Tuesday night.

The club has landed a performance by country renegade Nikki Lane whose Dan Auerbach-produced recording All of Nothin’ was one of last year’s strongest albums.

From my June 2014 review of All of Nothin’: The first thing that grabs you is the singing – the product of a slight, imperfect, boozy voice that never oversells its sense of authority or defiance. On Good Man, it appears with a withdrawn drawl, a la Lucinda Williams. Then you take note of the accompanying music, a big beat girl group charge reminiscent of The Ronettes but spiked with ominous guitar twang and tremolo. Finally, the lyrics kick in – namely, a weary domestic reflection that hits the bullseye of a dovetailing, disrespectful romance (“The simplest thing that would make my heart ring… well, you don’t even think to do it”).

Cover charge for Tuesday’s 9 p.m. show is $10.

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in performance: stephen stills Sun, 12 Jul 2015 05:29:51 +0000 stephen stills.

stephen stills.

“I was pretty worried at the beginning,” remarked a patron leaving the Brown Theatre last night in Louisville after a two-set, two-hour performance by veteran folk-rocker and guitarist Stephen Stills. Truth to tell, a lot of people were.

At the onset of a clumsy, oddly electric recasting of the 1969 Crosby, Stills & Nash classic Helplessly Hoping, which began the concert, Stills summoned little more than a tentative, distant and largely unintelligible warble for a singing voice. That set a grim tone for the evening, one that threatened to erase the renewed stage vigor that distinguished his 2013 performances in the region with the blues-rock troupe The Rides. But by the show’s second tune, the solo hit Change Partners, Stills was himself again. He was no pop-rock Caruso mind you, but the husky vocal resonance and the warm, acoustic cast were remarkably faithful to the song’s 1971 studio version.

Such is the curiosity of Stephen Stills. As the concert progressed, one got the sense that the years (the artist is now 70) have had less of an impact on his singing than his own performance temperament. In other words, Stills seemed to sing as well as he cared to.

For the rest of the first set, which consisted primarily of solo acoustic tunes, his voice was clear enough to convey a convincingly folkish mood, from a medley of Fred Neil songs (Everybody’s Talkin’ and The Dolphins) to Stills’ own dark double shot of Daylight Again and Find the Cost of Freedom to the evening’s biggest surprise, the country-ish title tune to his largely forgotten 1978 album, Thoroughfare Gap.

The feel extended into another unexpected entry, a sleek band reading of Graham Nash’s I Used to Be a King and a blast of pure nostalgia by way of Suite: Judy Blue Eyes. During the latter, Stills essentially counted on the crowd to supply harmonies (they did) while he capably hit the tune’s trademark high notes.

The second set let Stills loose on guitar, which remains his forte. In the heavier moments, like a set-closing take on Neil Young’s Rockin’ in the Free World, his vocals were buried. In other instances, especially three works by The Rides (including Virtual World, a preview of the band’s upcoming second album), the singing sounded assured and perfectly in line with the sense of performance rejuvenation that made the band’s performances such a delight two years ago.

You practically forgot the blemishes when Stills cranked things up on guitar. Well, almost. There was bass heavy distortion through much of the second set. But Stills was undeterred, instigating a sly groove and tasteful jam in the middle of his 1968 Buffalo Springfield gem Bluebird. There, he reveled in the delights of his own performance world. Despite the potholes that peppered the rest of the show, the mood was infectious.

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critic’s pick 282: yes, ‘progeny – highlights from seventy two’ Mon, 06 Jul 2015 14:04:25 +0000 yes progenyIt is perhaps an inevitability that we now view Progeny, a diamond mine find from the concert vaults of prog-rock institution Yes, as a eulogy given the death two weekends ago of the band’s bassist and co-founder Chris Squire. Call it instead a case of coincidental timing.

Progeny, in fact, arrived a full month before Squire succumbed to leukemia at age 67. But it’s hard to imagine a more fitting parting shot for the one Yes member that served in every performing and recording lineup of the band through its 45-plus year history until this summer.

Progeny is a portrait of Yes in its prime. It brings to light recordings of seven full concerts by the band performed during the fall of 1972. At the time, Close to the Edge – still the band’s finest hour – had scaled the charts and the drum chair had switched from Bill Bruford to Alan White (who still serves in Yes today). The concerts were discovered as a search commenced for the master tapes of Yes’ studio recordings for a remastering and reissuing project.

The full concert sets are available as a massive 14 disc boxed set titled Progeny: Seven from Seventy Two. For more modest budgets, there is the vastly more affordable (about $18) double disc version, Progeny: Highlights from Seventy Two. The latter is being reviewed here.

What we hear throughout the double-disc edition, which replicates a typical concert by Yes at the time, is one of the finest rosters of the band (Squire, White, vocalist Jon Anderson, guitarist Steve Howe and keyboardist Rick Wakeman) going for broke. You hear the abandon within with hammering introduction to Heart of the Sunrise and again as the song eases off into melodic cool. Squire is in the heat of it all, too, driving the momentum in tandem with Howe and White and luxuriating under the more symphonic grace of Anderson and Wakeman.

Most prog bands are known best for their studio work, with Yes being no exception. But this lineup nonetheless revels in the youthful gusto that ignites Progeny readings of Close to the Edge’s 18 minute title suite, the radio hit Roundabout and what stands as possibly the band’s most powerful composition, Yours is No Disgrace.

It should be noted that Progeny does not duplicate any recordings from the band’s 1973 live album Yessongs. But the sonic clarity of Progeny greatly improves on the former collection. This is the sound of ‘70s prog cut at that rare instance when commercial popularity and artistic vision met. It’s also serves, quite unintentionally, as a magnificent career coda to one of the music’s most beloved heroes.

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dead again Fri, 03 Jul 2015 12:18:06 +0000 trey anastasio, phil lesh and bob weir performing at the grateful dead's june 28 concert at levi's stadium in santa clara. photo by jay blakesberg/invision for the grateful dead.

trey anastasio, phil lesh and bob weir performing at the grateful dead’s june 28 concert at levi’s stadium in santa clara. photo by jay blakesberg/invision for the grateful dead.

The holiday weekend’s most prominent musical happening, at least from an historical pop perspective, will be the much ballyhooed finale concerts of the Grateful Dead at Soldier’s Field in Chicago.

The distinction of such an event isn’t so much the career coda itself, but how it is being marketed. In lieu of the standardized farewell tour, the surviving members – guitarist Bob Weir, bassist Phil Lesh and drummers Mickey Hart and Bill Kreutzmann – are playing a mere five concerts in two cities. The first were held last weekend at Santa Clara, Ca., near where the iconic psychedelic band got its start 50 years ago. The Chicago shows take place tonight through Sunday, almost two decades to the day (and at the same location) where the band played its last concerts with Jerry Garcia.

The figurehead guitarist died that August. For all intentions, the band dissolved with him. The four core members have toured as an ensemble a few times since then under the moniker of The Dead and, without Kreutzmann, as The Other Ones. These finale shows mark the first time they have performed as the Grateful Dead since 1995. While the members have stated these will be their final shows together, all will maintain separate careers.

Here is where the marketing savvy kicks in. This weekend’s performances – which generated over 350,000 ticket requests through advance sales – are being made available to fans worldwide through almost every media outlet available. There will be pay-for-view webcasts, on-demand viewing on satellite and cable television and even live simulcasts in over 1,110 movie theaters. For a full rundown of options, go to

Locally, the Dead’s performances will be shown at the Cinemark Fayette Mall tonight, Saturday and Sunday.

For those intrigued by this final chorus from the Dead, but feel less compelled to take part in all the revelry, recordings of the shows will be released on CD, DVD and Blue-Ray by Rhino Records as Fare Thee Well: Celebrating 50 Years of Grateful Dead. They are scheduled for release on Nov. 20.

This may well be the first time an official, formal concert recording (not a quickly produced, indie-manufactured “bootleg”) has earned a confirmed release date before the performances making up those recordings even took place.

Appraisals of last weekend’s Santa Clara performances – with Phish guitarist Trey Anastasio, pianist and longtime Dead co-hort Bruce Hornsby and keyboardist Jeff Chimenti augmenting the Dead quartet – were largely favorable. An Associated Press review by Lisa Leff of the opening concert on June 27 gave specific praise to a 20 minute version of Viola Lee Blues (cut originally for the band’s 1967 self-titled debut album) and the way it made Anastasio a key player in this brief Dead revival.

If you’re headed to Cinemark, be prepared for a long night. The June 27 concert lasted 3 ½ hours. The Fandango site said this weekend’s revelry could last as much as five hours each evening.

“I’m not sure we’re going to last five hours,” Weir told The New Yorker earlier in June. “Even back in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s, we didn’t play for five hours on many nights, despite being famous for doing that. You do it one time and you get famous for it.”

‘Fare Thee Well: Celebrating 50 Years of Grateful Dead’ will be simulcast at 8 p.m. July 3-5 at Cinemark Fayette Mall, 3800 Mall Rd. Tickets are $12-$14. Call (859) 971-0718 or go to

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