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Well, I'm flying high, flying home. Wait, I'm not going home yet, I'm going to Chicago, but, I finished my big summer tour. We ended with a bang, too. A sick show at Red Rocks followed by the perfect afternoon at the Blues and Brews fest in Telluride, Co. 

I woke up the other morning at Red Rocks and I could hear the rain pounding on the bus. What a bummer. But sure enough, the day went on and the skies cleared and by show time the rain was gone. The waxing moon shone full in the skies for a crisp clean Colorado night at one of the world’s finest venues. 

The show was all good and I was happy to have done better than the year before. I feel like now its just gonna be more and more enjoyable and inspirational to rock a venue like that. I can't tell you what its like to get up there - crazy!

Wassup y'aaaaalllllllll!

Lucky ol' Paste journeyed out to within view of the Golden Gate Bridge for the inaugural Slow Food Rocks music festival this past weekend.  After all, we were the official magazine of the fest, part of the Slow Food Nation event going on next door, and it featured a delicious lineup inlcluding Gnarls Barkley, The New Pornographers, Ozomatli, Phil Lesh & Friends, John Butler Trio and G-Love & Special Sauce.

Festivalgoers enjoyed organic foods and wines plus 8 different beers from Paste-approved breweries Lagunitas (you gotta try their Farmhouse Saison) & Sierra Nevada. 

But the main event was the music of course - well, that and two utterly perfect sunny and not-too-warm-cold-or-windy Bay area days.  Slow Food Rocks is part of an amazing run of new festivals launched this year by the folks over at Festival Network, who also put on the revitalized Newport Folk Festival, and new fests in Jackson Hole and Whistler, plus a host of others.

G-Love:



And of course, Phil Lesh on the ooh-la-la bass:

Well, I've had a bit of a rough couple weeks. I didn't want to say anything public about it but now my mood has changed and I'm gonna spill the beans on myself.  Before my tour launched, I was asked by a friend nicknamed Bluefish who was paralyzed (and luckily recovered) to play a benefit for the Christopher Reeves Foundation. The benefit was at a small room in Avalon, NJ called the Rocking Chair. I was able to raise $13,000.00 for the CR Foundation and had a good time as well. However, during the course of that show, I hurt one of my vocal chords. It hemorrhaged. The same chord I had hurt earlier this year on my upper-Midwest-freezing-ass-frostbite-your-guitar-fingers tour at a shitty but fun club called the Pickle Barrel in freezing-ass-cold Vermont.

We are on the second week of our six-week tear here. Last night found us in Detroit. I was chilling eating my dinner before the show, and what was on TV but 8 Mile. I had to watch it because Eminem is from Detroit, and, in all honestly, the freestyle is inspiration, plus the whole movie is dope.

8 Mile put me in a Detroit state of mind. There was a hell of a lot of good music that came out and is coming out of Detroit. John Lee Hooker, Stevie Wonder and Motown, right? Recently, other peeps like Em, Kid Rock and my boy Jack White. Sick soulful music grows in Detroit.