Dream on..

If I owned a bar the radio be a blasting away and I would be pouring tunes out like fine tequila, the sipping kind -- the kind that pulverizes your thoughts as yer tongue begins to twist and turns like an old 78 while awashing the ears like puckered lips ablaze in the hot sauce of life....    oh yes children, grand music awaits...   so come on down to the juke joint and linger awhile....    from pinball wizards to journeys through the past we will barfly the afternoon away along with Django and Jimmie, as well as strolling musicians pouring and pounding chords down

.. it will be a fine swill of delights...  cheers..

Trees, Wood & Carpenters

From the thoughts of cutting rough slab maple for guitars with my brother phil in new brunswick, to the tall pines of the sierra that fill my mind on the return from last weeks romp at the strawberry music fest, I delve into trees on the hill, woodshops and carpenter haunts on the show this saturday...     Its kinda a gum tree canoe day with dawgwood a blooming while strange on the range woodworking and thinkin' that if i were a carpenter like grandpa was i might be able to do the redwood waltz..   so with choppin' wood and listening to van the man morrison, i will be thinking of that maple tree, the ghost tree, and the maplewood.  And i will go back to climbing trees and norwegian wood...   If that doesn't suffice for the playlist, then i will remain up a tree my little carpenter...    And, thankx to the tall trees and kates wolfs reminder of the "sweet smell of pines"...      you all be well and enjoy...     lator - jim

Sierra rain and festival update...

up late last night..   bonnie raitt, David Myles trio, bluegrass and beyond..  it has been a grand weekend amount old and new friends.    Grass Valley and in the pines as Peter rowan belted out the other night.. live music is a pleasure...  which is why I picked a listener request for today's show... it ain't live and we went to the dog's...   a replay of the show for the dogs, by dogs, and for dogs..   a gift...  it the next best to live...    Lator gators......

"THAT TIME OF YEAR..... & ARMED FORCES DAY... & MUCH MORE"

Rain came a pouring down today, which made it a good day to clean (or was it putz) around the studio...    so much to do this time of the year (catch the first set with these days, call it a loan, take it easy and the pretender) and lots to think about, with armed forces day upon us (so it goes second set: soldiers, lovers & dreamers.... etc., etc. and on fading into the other lator sets to include great tunes like thanks alot, everybody wants to feel like you, angel flight, not that simple, and long may you run.... etc., etc..)      

Anyways, it was time to get back on track...  get that vintage kenwood turntable spinnin' again......  and my first by chance pick outta the old vinyl storage center was mr. mickey newberry's, "i came to hear the music" LP....   what a score, and fat chance as luck would have it.....   but next pick of the litter was mr. john sebastian (also by an even phatter chance, since there is no rhyme reason or dewey point system to my LP filing or life in general for that matter) who started to get me a thinkin' bout old friends and tie dye times .....    

Then the rain drifted away, life moved back on track, and i did manage to get a little cleaning done, even if it was all in my head....   So really "shine on" friends and enjoy the music..  and i will while away this precious time and continue to commence to drain and clean up the swamp ..    lator-gators!

Mother's and Strawberry... and the tiki..

there is a tiki god (with feet, cigar and beer opener) at my good friend, greg lawman lawson's house, that needed a true baptism the other day greeted by it's first pabst....    it was almost a great basin icky, but those precious resources are saved for another day with the amigos band...   poppin' the pabst got me to thinkin' 'bout mom and what to do on mothers day....  i mean i've been called a "mother or two" at various times, i'm sure of....    but what to do....  my momma's gone, rest her lovin' soul, but she's always with me in spirit and even in the music i play...   why she really got me started, although dad would once in a chalky blue moon bring out the harmonica and wail an old country, folk or gospel tune in his underwear......   But, mom was the sure-fire spark-plug for my music interest....  pullin' out the old 78's. rambling through the cardboard containers and sandpaper sleeves... reading liner notes, imagining the delivery and creative force behind the production and so, so much more...      From getting me to sing with Dean, "that's a'more" to her love of the Band's "Acadian Driftwood (which i sure reminded her of our homeland and family so distant) she provided the cornerstone for my involvement and love of music....    ThankX mom and ThankX strawberry music festival for it's sphere and share of influence... as in today's show.....      lator-gators, keep the faith and blessings on you all....

Unsustainable traveler and Lefty Lou....

it is one of those weekends that shake you 2  yer bones....  life, love, and compassion shared...  wish I could reach out and touch everybody...   love, kisses & peace.   Juke Joint time.....  3 pm kunr.org   

I See It In YOu.... 'bout Jimbos Juke Joint today @ 3pm PST KUNR.org

It is one of those days in wonderland.    a little grey in the morning and a thinkin' how lucky can one get....   but then the struggles arise, the tides lift and the music comes a bobblin' in.... so with today's show starting with joe ely (I saw it in You) and ending with chet atkins & mark Knopfler (I'll see you in my dreams) its a neck and neck viewpoint and a journey through the past.  With you ain't going nowhere through wild montana skies over and over and a clip of too many nights in a roadhouse.   but I'll be there susie Q with the beauty of you when the silver threads are gold sweet baby james.    just a sampler of thoughts tied into the music today on the juke joint as life goes on and i hum the hobo song to yard work and thinking of pokey lafarge and his title about "when did you leave heaven" to carolina in the pines and i'm just a mortal man.....   it's all in the playlist of life, love, caring and further beyond these typos......    lator-gators  -- jim

Bonanza and beyond..

from the trailblazers beginning of I know my baby loves me through my heart has never changed we ride all the way to Texas up into a second hour of looking into you and traveling to the heart of Saturday night and points twixt and between...  a live from the heart of the truckee show...  hope you enjoy..    ThankX to all..

As the pages of life turn, turn, turn.....

Barellin' down the boulevard with today's show on KUNR.org from the origin of species to just like a woman by the gorka guy and a nod to darcy farrow with milk cow blues and i'm not gonna cry thankx to loudon wainright the 3rd .. ..  but the best part of the day slips in with elton and leon along with one too many mornings done by none other than dion.....     oh well, you ain't goin' nowhere with oscar isaac to knopflers lights of taormina and charlie parrs remember me if i forget....   and off to old photographs, pictures in a drawer and these old pictures done by my old dear friend, james king.  Then to helo walls with a bad year for cane thrown in along with heartaches and pain to end the set.....     grand times at the jukejoint on occasions such as this....   lator - gators  --- jim

baseball, baseball, baseball or doub-bull header grande.....

From take me out to the ball game and you've got to have heart there is nothing like a double header or five-nothing lead unless your the pride of niles centerfield (thankx 2 michael mcnevin). but, once again from april to october glory days and laughing rivers arise for those that wanna be a baseball star, and may you be a hero or bum with a wife who hates baseball or casey at bat, you will still be writing letters in the dirt with brodsky until you've got to hit the right lick in the real game on opening day....   it don't matter where you are when the star spangled banner flies, you in. and tangled with popcorn, beers, kids and gloves and those fond well placed memories of yester-years......    enjoy the show and lator gators.....

To the "Guitar People" or "my people's"

it is a day, today that is, for those very special folks.... the one's who build and repair those specialized grains of tonal wood dedicated to enhancing the hearts of so many....   the grand makers and healers of that trusted by so many instrument, the guitar.....   more than just a fashion-able stylish sidekick of so many musicians, this humble and honorable instrument seeks out the beauty of nature in its primal tones and when supplemented by a trusted sidekick who finds focus in the harmonic stretch of strings bringing to life more than just the sounds of silence.  those individuals deserve praise and thanks for their honest and caring endeavors.....   so from me and my guitar, through daddy frank and kate's guitar, as well as this old guitar and me,  a venture takes place to today with the guitar tribute...    this one's for all of em....  ken hellebert, pat mcgrath, michael lewis, fred walecki, and ben wilborn, just to name a few.....   a heartfelt thankX!!

Membership, Spring and the rest of it.....

So away we venture today with a beginner of nobody knows my trouble by ryan bingham, to wichita, a new deal and stone blind horses by ray wylie hubbard for starters..    that outta the gate to the spring membership drive for public radio.....   call toll fee 844-KUNR-887 or give online at KUNR.org.....    what a deal...  comparin' to satellite radio, web radios and other broken turntables of life.....  makes you wonder...  for example there are these programmed push a button let the software run the shuffle kinds of radio/web services out there makin' us real live find what we want to play DJ's maybe obsolete.....  kinda like there's not enough life music venues out there syndrome....   oh well, more on that lator....   but i've got to put my two cents in for public radio and maybe more than just two....   it has been there for many an artist and, as well, for many a listener....   what a deal...     as i ride into the pledge now sunset holdin' my bumper sticker up high and thankin' you all most appreciatively from the depths of my heart for support for such an amazing medium....     lator - gators  ----- jim

There's a little bit of irish playing today!

From the rattlin' bog somewhere along the road with the irish spring to the the irish washerwoman, we roam oh ireland....    us fiddler's green and jolly beggarman combine to take her in your arms from dublin with love....   it's the farthest wave in what makes the irish heart beat when we walk in the irish rain along the western highway and ireland's green shore....

So i go today with the prep for saint patty's  day and get ready for my evening rabble at the dudes celebration at the big lebowski fest....    wishing you all well, warm days ahead and grand bowling in your future...     lator-gators....

Seasoning

its that time of year to get ready to spring forward and contemplate our challenges of life...    its a dedication to those here, gone, and comeback again...      lator gators..

whats a poor boy to do..

In "terms of my surrender"

From the beginning of "nobody knew his name" and "walk like a man" to the "hypothetical, glamorous, downtown, corner, galway girl" and ending with "dear someone" this week forage into the musical skycamp of this vaga-von songster tramp takes a nod to the songsmiths and thier varied dealings with life in general.    That's how is been for me this week, along with a startling discovery of my good friend, greg lawson, taking it upon himself to plunder into the pages of facebook euphoria....    what a challenge and delight for him all at once.... while this voyeur elludes a de-stink-tive approach to the chatter and prolific struggle with the incomprehensible seclusion of expressive privacy related to advocations of electronic life in general....   kinda like that line from country comforts.....  he's a horse-drawn man until his dyin' days....       most sincerely folks..

In a coverage kinda mood....

Yeah its the first full covers show of the year focusing on the works of the "boss man"....  we will be on fire with no surrender, whether we wreck on the highway or spin out glory days from alantic city to lucky town.   Goin' down to my father's house while dancing in the dark with a hungry heart for Jericho and used cars...   We be in a brilliant disquise and open all night for that downtown train born in the usa as all that heaven will allow.   though we have reason to believe tougher than the rest we still ain't got you one step up rom the state trooper fire on fourth of july in asbury park.....     hope you enjoy the show and/or drop me a line sometime....  lator-gators - jim

Nuttin' but valentine's baby....

It started out kinda  ok but all went astray due to the station players that could not keep up with the MP3 pressings.....  now i know better....  anyways it was to be valentine's Day from Jimmy Lafave to Love Minus Zero and anything that mentions valentines....    be it in the song, the title or just some explicative in passing.    A chance to let the heartfelt remembrance to be shared and enjoyed..   really it should be a national or for that matter global holiday, swaying slightly like a Christmas chorus of caring, compassion and love, which is all to often so hard to focus on in this crazy world of ours......     peace & lator gators - jim