

Monday night, a bunch of us showed up at the Troubadour for the Troubadour Family Reunion 1964-1974. The Paradox was represented by Penny Nichols, Bruce Kunkel, Jackson Brown, and myself. Running the Paradox hoots when Steve left gave me the training I needed to pick up the slack when the Troub's hootmaster, Larry Murray, left for Nashville to see if the grass actually was greener, and I spent much of 68 as the MC, until SF beckoned, and I bailed.
The invitations went out, via Facebook, to anyone from that time period who worked at the Troubadour for more than 6 months, headlined the Troubadour, hung out at the Troubadour bar, or slept with anyone who did. Since I hit all four bullet points, there was no way I could pass this up. And it was a superb party. I got to find out where people had gone, what they'd done, and to remake a lot of old acquaintances. I even got to publicly snub Dr. Hook's old manager. The one who made millions off us and left us broke. OK, that sounds small of me, but damn.... It was satisfying. The first time he sees me in 30 years, I'm having a wonderful time, hugging old friends and jabbering away, and he's alone at the back of the bar.
Bruce and Penny were smart, and did early sets. And they sounded wonderful. They always do. I was scheduled to go on as a duet with John Beland, from the Burrito Brothers, but we got sandbagged when a couple of old folk acts went up and just rambled, running out the clock.. The first one spent 30-40 minutes, and finally closed with her hit. People were drifting off to the bar and the sidewalk. Then Jack went on and just killed. He did a couple or Warren Zevon tunes, and then a couple of his own, and the crowd that had refilled the showroom gave him a well-deserved encore. He remains a class act. He was followed by a couple more old folkies who cleared the house and ate up our set. Which was fine. There were more people on the sidewalk in front of the place and in the bar than there were in the showroom, and they set up a couple of rock bands.
The vibe, however was great, and it was wonderful closing circles with folks. Also a bit weird seeing a number of middle-aged ladies who were underage the last time I saw them. But you know, we've all gotten on.
It was a great time, well worth the drive, but I'd forgotten that it was a different vibe than the Paradox. More cliquish and competitive and, well, Hollywoodish. It made me miss the rest of the Paradox gang even more. Norma and I are so looking forward to PIII