Sunday Update….& Line Up!


I finished 2 of the Jack Fates Ive been working on. I wanted to get this group shot of all the Bobs together because Alias & Subterranean Bob have new homes,  so before they go, here they all are!

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From the left…..Alias (From Pat Garret & Billy the Kid film), Renaldo/Rolling Thunder Revue, Jack Fate (Masked & Anonymous), Subterranean HomeSick/Alley way Bob,  1966 Houndstooth Bob.

 

Two more Rockers are read to hit the road! Here are Rolling Thunder Bob and Jack Fate for Ryan. Posting tomorrow.

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Now that I have a Jack Fate I can play too! See Jack needs booze, lemons, toast, eggs and cards… for gambling!

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Other Jack-related developments. Last week I went to Amsterdam for a Blythe doll show and stayed with some lovely friends Mark & Marcella…

The lovely Marcella at Oh My Lucky Stars Design made a very special custom necklace featuring our favorite Mr Fate.

It’s a very special unique, one off present for Jane F.    :)

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More Jacks to finish up now……2 Billy Parkers, Jerry Garcia & World gone Wrong Bob!

Trav’lin’ in the North Country Fair


We decided to stay over in Flensburg after the show to watch the World Cup semi final of Germany vs Brazil. So we grabbed our backpacks and drove up to the very North end of Germany and found a room in nearby Tarp before heading for the venue.

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It was windy but not too cold, the seagulls were crying and the overall mood was very weird. Road weariness was taking over, welcome or not. I was trying not to get pulled into it. I wanted to enjoy the show. I wanted to see more shows. It didn’t have that “last show of a tour” feeling at all.

There were three doors to queue at, so we chose the shortest line with just two other people. We were pretty much alone there until just before the doors opened. Running downstairs in the dark is always a bit of an adventure (we don’t want any more broken hips), but we secured an okay spot at the rail again, got beers and settled in for another hours’ wait.

The latest in stage decoration was moving the mirrors from the stage and onto the speakers in the pit between the stage and the rail. Even though, all you could see in them were people’s chests – it wasn’t even like for some reason he wanted us to look at ourselves. I tried getting a photo of this new setup for people back home on ER, but was warned immediately not to take any pictures. Still, I had to sneak a picture of the boys at the rail.

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This got me another warning, and even though I argued that there wasn’t even anyone on stage yet, I was told not to photograph “these things” either. I frowned at him for calling the boys “things” and sat back down on the floor to mail off the photo. It’s one of my favourites so far, symbolic of friends on the road.

It was the good concert that I wanted it to be, even though the second half was far more energetic than the first. There was a nice little lyric twist in, “Thought you never looked like someone I used to know, she said,” ;-) but also a few nice little quiet personal moments. I left the rail during lemon time to wander around the venue, said goodbye to some friends I ran into, then returned for one last extra hour. We knew we’d have one hour between the end of the show and the beginning of the match, so we started waving flags and cheering Bob on to sing faster and do less plink plonk piano playing during Watchtower. We had some fun that day teasing him.

It was still light outside, just after 9 pm, when the show was over, and we got to wave goodbye to the buses as Bob left for Denmark. Bye bye, Bob – see you next year!

Back where we had our rented room, people were gathering in the yard, obviously for a private viewing party of the semi final. We got invited into their barn turned party room to watch it with them! Of course, I was thinking about Billy Parker all the time, sitting there in an actual barn.

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There was a heavy thunderstorm going on outside, but even though the screen temporarily went blank, we didn’t miss any of the 7 : 1 goals, and got free free drinks every time the German team scored. A good time was had by all.

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Then we went home, but started planning for future adventures immediately. Jack will be seeing Neil Young with me next week, and both the boys will join Liz and me for Dave Bromberg / Larry Campbell and Joan Baez concerts in a few weeks.

Stay tuned….

Jane Fate

Renaldo in Rostock


Renaldo typing. If everybody blogs, I wanna blog. All Jack and Jane are talking about these days is the bar (and football). That’s alright, I’m always for drinking white rum in any bar, but there are more touring adventures to report.

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While still on break from touring, I had a secret Desire photo session.

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We might still need these later, at least the ones Oskar the cat didn’t photo-bomb in on.

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Soon it was time to get back on the road again for our last two shows this tour. We travelled back and forth between JF’s friend’s home and the shows at Rostock and Flensburg, so it didn’t really feel like touring at all, but we tried. We were on a mission, too.

Rostock, here we come….

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It’s always good to see the BEATTHESTREET buses…

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…and Rock’N’Roll trucks, just to know that this is really real and we’re in the right place to see the real Bob.

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Even though Jack is friends with the real Bob now, he still makes us queue. Hope he’ll send us passes next time around and lets us travel with him.

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Even though (so it was claimed) only one key exists for the doors to Stadthalle Rostock and our door was the last to open and we were stopped again for protesting too much once the door finally was open, we made it to the rail again. Ouf….

Blurry us in front of the stage:

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Even though we were right at the rail, we got the best seat in the house, and the most comfortable one, too.

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Unfortunately, the sound was real bad that day, to the point it was painful. Also we could hardly see the real us, since the lights from behind him were shining in our eyes for most of the show. Still, it had its moments.

That night on the highway, we were with the buses for a good long time, until they turned off direction Flensburg.

Back home, even I was too tired to drink. We just fell asleep…

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xx

Ramblin’ Renaldo

 

Seeing The Real Me At Last


The festival grounds in Munich were very well hidden, but we found the tent where the real me was playing, and it was a very good show. Playing Workingman’s Blues #2 and watching the crowd reaction seemed to make him almost as happy as it made us. Then during lemon time, I got to cuddle with the girls. :-) Mainly we were just trying to forget that Liz would be leaving us after the show…. :,(

Walking back to the car from the venue, JF kept looking back at the Olympiahalle, from where she’d run away to Italy with the tour in 2003. We wished that Liz could have run away with us now, but she had to go back home. Renaldo kept asking every day of the tour when Liz would be coming back. He loved going to the shows and everywhere else with her.

For the next two days, we got to stay at a real castle, but it was out in the middle of nowhere and there wasn’t much to do. Just as we were getting ready to leave, we were spotted by a lady who’d never seen any Dylan dolls but liked knitting. We’d like to say hello to her if she’s reading.

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Queuing at Zwickau was easy, since there were things to do around the venue. There was a goal on the lawn opposite the entrance to Stadthalle, and some people were playing bad but very enthusiastic football. Guitar man and Brasil girl were singing duets. JF took me record shopping and we got some cheap Neil Young discs. We wanted to do Highlands, but we weren’t allowed to play these records in the car. When we returned from the record store, JF’s friend was gone and people were very excited, telling her she’d cut herself on a broken bottle. She was inside the venue now, getting her hand bandaged. Even though it was quite a cut, she returned to the queue and didn’t have to miss any boring Bob shows. ;-)

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Later, we stayed by the buses for a while, but gates and guards kept me from meeting the real me. I wasn’t quite aware that he might have liked to meet me, too! At the end of the main set, after Long & Wasted Years, the real Bob stood right in front of JF and myself, looking at me. During the line-up after the encore, JF held me up so the real Bob could see me better, and he looked right at me and nodded. He clearly realised that I am he and he is me and he is the real Bob and I am the real Jack. We all wished Liz could have been there when Bob met me.

From Zwickau, we went back to JF’s friend’s place near Hamburg, waiting for the real me to return to Germany from Poland. He Rome’d us by playing a very different setlist, and JF and I withdrew to the dark of the garden to calm her disappointment of having missed it again (and her fantasies of smashing phones and bottles).

The next day, JF, Renaldo & I took the train to the city, but there weren’t many photo options since it started raining soon.

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I would have gone for a drink while it was pouring down outside, but instead we sheltered in a shop for pretty accessories. JF got some fresh flowers for Renaldo….

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…while I recalled my past as Billy Parker. Ah, the memories!

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Okay, better go find my hammer now and hang some pictures in the barroom.

Later….

Your friend, fuzzy Jack xx

Jack is back!


“I have gone to find myself.”

We had a short but sweet little tour. Liz joined JF and the double Bobs in Vienna. I saw the real me again, but the aftershow party wasn’t bad either. Here I am by the infamous picnic field.

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After hours under a tree and hiding from the rain inside a raincoat pocket while the real me was singing at Clam, of course there had to be another party, just to warm up.

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JF promised to build me a Bobby Bar back home, so Renaldo and I can skip the show and just get straight to the party between tours. Anyway, at the end of that night I must have looked the way she felt for the next two days – kinda knocked out.

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Luckily, there was a free day before Munich. I caught a lot of bubbles while the football match was on that night, and I also tried to make the ball vanish at the right moments! I have to work on my wizarding skills.

JF was sent in search of food at the Munich festival grounds, but got sidetracked by the idea of finding an Indian scarf. Soon, the girls both had Indian scarves. Renaldo really liked that, since his real I used to wear one like this. I’m more into dark glasses and cowboy boots (and drinking and gambling) myself. My kid brother self really loves scarves and flowers and pretty necklaces, though.

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Gotta go…. *lemon time*
Jack Fate
(The Real Jack Fate)

On the Road Part 2, Germany


The next show was in Munich..It was a but of a drive from the strange gold hotel we stayed in in Vienna after Klam. Mainly we slept there and watched Germany with the World cup game. I have to confess I fell asleep and missed the end!
I’m not a huge football fan.. so I mainly blew bubbles!

On the road again on the way to Germany we stopped for a break but a lake, had an ice cream and watched the ducks.

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Bubbles….

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The site was being set up for a festival so we had a wander around and found Rolling Thunder Yellow Indian scarves. The show in Munich was fun and special because of the inclusion of Working Mans Blues 2! We had a good spot at the front and there were many great moments.  It was the best show yet.

Then it was time for me to leave the tour. It was sad to leave and make my way back to the hotel in a sleazy part of Munich. the next day I visited an art gallery them headed to the airport in the rain….

 

I have had a few reports from the field in the last day or so. Jack and the tour bus.

 

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Jack during the *lemon-time* interval at Zwickau….

 

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There seemed to be a little mischief in the air….. planning a night on the town in Hamburg. I think Jack wanted to head to the red light district ang get into some trouble…..

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Woops. He did! Jack ended up back in Jain for drinking and gambling.

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It must have been a good night out!

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