It’s a Tuesday afternoon, or was it Sunday? I’m surely correct in saying it was late this past September in Oxford, Mississippi. On the back steps of The Lyric theatre, CR is rapping a story of an ocean bobbing Malibu Bob Dylan and tracing Neil Young’s “Ditch Trilogy” up through his then latest, “Hitchhiker”. It’s a week or two before or maybe after, the dates are there but now just a little faded by freedom and experience. We are all escaping a humidity heavy afternoon thunderstorm in New Orleans. Running for the doors where soundcheck tumbles us through afternoon time, drying our clothes and pulling back the curtain on what we’ll all see, hear and feel later that night. It’s Spring in the magical Big Sur, California redwoods and Tom and Pat are holding court in the camp next to us. Sending smells, organic and grilled over first before eventually walking into our hearts where we love and hold them now and always. It’s a late night phone call up to Humbolt or text down to L.A. to your CRBeing sister or brother. That call when the only kind of people you want on the line are ones you can quote CRB lyrics too and they “understand”. It’s a high hello and a hug in line on a cold San Francisco street while trading stickers, buttons and freak ephemera like it’s the final currency after the fall. It happens out front and backstage, in post show hotel walks and cosmik caravans following close and flying our flag. There’s a special type of magic manifesting itself around the band. You can feel “it” when you hear it and when you’re in it you can really feel “it”. The warmth of freak family that is undefinable to the uninitiated and unspoken between those who’ve tasted the psychedelic CRB apple. They really are magic. And by “they” I mean everyone that makes up this Unicorn, California universe. I saw you change the shape of a room and bend light into energy last Saturday night in Sacramento. I heard your voices, the ones that sold out the venue, almost drowning out the band during the Sunday Sound breakdown. One of the best shows I’ve seen or heard happened Saturday night. I watched our band lift an audience and a whole city block a little higher than they’d ever been and keep us there for 3 straight hours of California grown, swing, roll, groove and improvisation based solely on the moment. The biggest year in the bands history is happening right now! You all are really going to want to hold on and buckle up for what’s coming. Again, it’s already started but it’s just getting started and you’ve still got time to grab your tickets and take the ride. Unicorn, California is bringing its own blend of bliss to your town soon and you can always run away with the freaks! Missoula, tag, you’re “it”! Grab some friends, come out and get down! See the unseen. Slip into the in between. The CRB loves you!! We love you!!! Freak On!!!!
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