HOW – DEE……I’ve got some catchin up to do and I plan on doing that this week. But for now I wanted to update the journal with a poem I spoke about in one of my last posts. During our Hot Tuna weekend in April I mentioned what a great poetry reading we had…..courtesy of Jeroch Carlson…..before the band took the stage. It was dynamite…..and out of sight! Well, I had asked Jeroch if I could post his poem and he gladly has forwarded it to me.
Jeroch is our newest Ranch-hand and what an impressive cat he is. We met years ago and it is funny how the hand of fate has directed our convergence and we have become good friends……and I can see we are on the path to a life-long friendship. The fact that he now works at the Ranch is just a true blessing……as you can’t beat the joy of working with friends. Jeroch is a character of great depth and the more you get to know him …..you realize how deep he is. He helps out here at the Ranch with the kitchen work, the plants, landscaping and most importantly …..keeping the vibe right and positive. He also served as our I-ficial minister for the great wedding we hosted last year here at the FPR for Kate and Ryan McNabb. It was a super special day. So….. the poem follows…….
… Another thing I had mentioned from that same post will not be happening……I am sorry to say. I had mentioned the great jam at the student performance that I got in on with John B. and Stu …..we did an electrifying version of the Animals’ classic, Don’t Bring Me Down…..with Stu on bass and John on electric sitar. The plan was to put it up on the Fur Peace channel on YouTube. Well…..when I got to listen to the final mix……the bass was almost completely out of the mix and it was even hard to hear the sitar. I had to make a decision to nix the idea rather then put up something I wasn’t happy with. So……that jam was one of those things that was just for the moment. The poem follows……but…..I want to drop in a couple of Jorma’s comments as he took the stage after J-rock’s reading…….”and they say poetry is dead. Wavy would have loved it!” Well we all loved it and I hope you all love it too……..here it is………..
The Only Thing We Could Use More Of Is Some Jamaican Jerk Chicken
By Jeroch Carlson
What ..(sniff)…is that…(sniff)…smell? Around here you can always smell something cooking. Usually you can’t smell music…Which is funny because we can indulge in it with every one of our other senses. You can see it happening, hear it, breathe it in and feeeeel it resonate throughout your whole body, and when the jam really gets going you can taste it. Music can be a rare exotic tropical delicacy that transports you to a different time and place. But then remains only in your memory as the taste of something so Organic, wild and free that you’ll travel the world over to catch a whiff of that magical recipe again. But here… here you can expect to catch a whiff of something that will light your eclectic taste buds on fire every spring, summer, and fall.
So what lights your grill? Something tender and raw, or are you one of those well done and searing hot music lovers? Or for those vegetarians, don’t you worry! We have a virtual salad bar of musical history for you, with all the fixins’. If you like sweets, you’ll have to wait till that candyman comes around again.
For you connoisseurs maybe some tasty fresh local mushrooms, with Marsala wine on a bed of lovely greens with rice and some South California Sea Bass to whet your pallet. A little raw electric Mando marmalade served up as a garnish to those funky Chops you know and love. Or you could be one of those folks that just loves to sink their teeth into a Big Juicy Hot Tuna Burger. Best local Tuna around. Only local Tuna around. All from the best grill man in town. And like all great recipes it takes a little improvisation, so while you wait, would you like a little Hot jelly roll blues to go with that wavy gravy? A little seaweed strut? Something to drink? Maybe a little True Religion or just a hot cup of Rhythm Tonic for yo’ soul.
A great man once said, “Food and music are certainly two of life’s necessities. There is a third and a forth. The place and the time to enjoy them.” That man’s name was Jorma. Living the dream. You reap what you sow and you can’t just eat at any old Café these days and with so many people just eating on the run, the fact that we feast in the Captains’ Living Room casually is a dream for many, and a reality for us. Because as a good Shepard once said,” As long as you’re in this world, you’re the light of this world. “ Breaking bread here is something special. Keep those lamps trimmed and burning and when you have the wisdom to know the difference just for today, then we can be together. So get away from that everyday dredge and step up to the edge and take a look at the view. And right around midnight, when the moon is so bright, and from it the light shines on the dew and mists dance outside. Because it doesn’t matter whether those stars are in your crown or whether they are in the skies with the fireflies. You’re eating with the original psychedelics chefs, serving up so many flavors it doesn’t matter whether you’re Indian, Greek, Cajun, or Hungarian like me, once you’ve eaten at the Beatrice Love Kitchen you’ll never need to go anywhere else and you know you won’t need a doggie bag. If you’ve got somebody to love, they’ll be dessert. And on the way out maybe you hear the faint sound of a cedar Native American Flute coming from deep in the valley. Or the hoot of an owl and that long sought after feeling of “I’m home” fills your thoughts and then your whole being. So you turn to your left, and you ask, “What’s fur dinner tomorrow night, Jorma?” And he’ll say, “I don’t know I thought you were cookin.” So oh Lord search my heart for a good recipe so I can show you the way home. And don’t get too glazed tonight, drink this evening in slowly and digest it fully and Bon Appetite!