A great video about Garth Hudson.

Correction ; back drop 

Damn @garebear, nice momento in that drumhead! My copy of Levon’s book is signed by him, and Ringo also showed up at the signing event (at Book Soup on Sunset Blvd.) to get his copy signed.

The Dylan/Band tour is one I missed. Bill Graham sold tickets in a lottery-type arrangement, and I didn’t win a pair. He received requests for about ten times the number of seats available for the Bay Area show, so I wan’t alone. The album that came out of that tour---Before The Flood, of course---is one of my favorite live albums.

Another great Robertson song (maybe his last) is "It Makes No Difference", sung by Rick Danko.

Levon’s last collaborator, Larry Campbell---who served as Levon’s rhythm guitarist, singer, arranger, and bandleader---is still making great music. He and his wife Teresa Williams have put out three great studio albums (the latest very recently), plus a live one recorded in Levon’s barn.

…….bpd24 I can’t listen to that song ; “ It makes no difference “”…….was one of the best in my opinion is one of the best love lost and still in love song’s ever written. I lived that song for years and lyrics are just so true and pure raw emotion. One of the best and sung by Danko ……pure magic. 

@garebear: In the late-90’s a long-time friend of mine---who is my exact age but doesn’t keep up with new artists, bands, and music---asked me for a recommendation of an album by a current female artist for his wife. Without hesitation I said My Life by Iris Dement. That album contains a song that never fails to bring me to tears: "No Time To Cry", a song I read Merle Haggard raving about (he recorded it himself) in an interview.

The report I got back was that the wife found the album rather melancholy. To me that’s a compliment, but in retrospect I perhaps should have instead recommended someone like Alanis Morissette or Bonnie Raitt, though the latter can certainly wring every ounce of emotion out of a song.

"It Makes No Difference" is also pretty melancholy, which I consider an appropriate reaction to this life we experience. That attitude commenced when at age 14 to 15 I watched in abject horror as cancer ate my mother’s brain. If there is a God, he is quite cruel.