Iâ€™ve spent much of today working over a tape thatâ€™s labeled â€˜(Best of) Los Blues Guys at ArmadilloCon 10/11/91â€™. I think Brad or Scott prepared it, but Iâ€™m not sure. Itâ€™s one of the cleanest tapes in my inventory. I only had to do some noise reduction for tape hiss, pull out some low-freq rumble, slice off a little top end, add a tiny splash of reverb for ambience, do a low-level double, and then punch it hard in the head for loudness — hopefully without destroying too many transients.
Thereâ€™s a lot of Unca Scott goodness coming your way in the next week, but tonight Iâ€™m posting a sublime rendering of Bob Dylanâ€™s:
I donâ€™t remember who was playing that night. Itâ€™s definitely me hogging much of the solo guitar work, but we had a guest on this song who spun out some monster tasty licks. Maybe Patrick Nielsen Hayden? Will Shetterly? EDIT: Will says he wasn’t playing on it. It was definitely Patrick.
Brad was on drums and lead vocal, of course. Unca Stevie on harmonica and keyboards. Unca Scott on rhythm guitar. Casey Hamilton on bass. Based on evidence from other songs, I think Emma Bull was doing the backup vocals. EDIT: And also backup vocals from Patrick. Yay! Backups are sounding really sweet on this one.
We always play this one as the closer for the night, and for most of our private jams. For me, at least, itâ€™s in memory of Geary Rachel. My daughter couldnâ€™t pronounce his name right when she was a toddler, so he became everybodyâ€™s Uncle Gilo.
Gilo was ridiculously intelligent, went from being a symphonic horn player to a nationally-known database programmer when his diabetic retinopathy made him unable to read orchestral music. He could be insanely bull-headed, and he too often assumed that the people around him were as smart as he was, leading to much frustration on both sides.
He was the bravest person Iâ€™ve ever known, and likely the most vibrantly alive. He knew that he’d never be old, so he grabbed every day he had.
He was married to my sister for awhile, and itâ€™s no exaggeration to say that he saved my life and sanity several times when I was in the worst depths of my divorce.
He was my brother, and I loved him, and still miss him terribly.
Hereâ€™s a song for you, Uncle Gilo.
Pic credit to
Unca Stevie Hillary Segl.