Robert Hunter
Sunday, April 28, 2002
House Of Blues
Chicago IL
Two Sets, no opening act

FOH: Tomie O'Neil (Hunter's tech)


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Recorded with:
Mics: Neumann KM-140 (Cardioid Condenser ORTF pair in hat)
Mic Preamp: Beyer MV-100 (2-channel mic power + 20dB gain) >
Analog> Digital Converter: Sony SBM-1
Tape deck: Sony TCD--D8 (Portable DAT)
Sampling Rate: 48khz
location: 4th row of main floor left side of center aisle seat-within 3' of dead freaking center

    Transcription:
    Sony TCD-D10ProII> S/PDIF> Audiomedia III PCI card> Power MacG3/ 266>
    Protools4.1.1 Sample Rate Conversion- "BEST" mode>  44.1KHz  .WAV files
(also archived as 48KHz .WAV > 48K .SHN files.)

    .WAV's> Shorten 1.1a3 >Adaptec Toast 5.0.2 for  ISO 9660 Data CD's

    .WAV's> Adaptec Jam 2.6.2 for Audio CD's

    CDs burnt on Power Mac 8500 using Yamaha CDRW-4260 SCSI External or
    on Power Mac G3/ 266 using Plextor Plexwriter PX-W4012TA IDE internal


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Soundscape Preservation Society Founded 1991
http://www.geocities.com/soundscapepreservation
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Set 1:
Box of Rain
? Give Your Heart To Me  ?
Cumberland Blues
Lily, Rosemary & the Jack of Hearts
High Timberline (song co-written with Jim Lauderdale) 
Dire Wolf >
Peggy-O >
Dire Wolf >
Peggy-O 
The Wind Blows High
Outtro

Set 2:
 Down To The Depot (Furry Lewis)
Babe It Ain't No Lie
Whiskey In the Jar
Tom Lehrer/ Longfellow Medley
Friend Of the Devil
Cruel White Water
Maria Helena
Dead Man Dancing
Wharf Rat
Reuben & Cherise
Mission in the Rain 
E: 
Ripple 
Boys in the Bar Room

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4.28 Chicago

What matter that it be cold, wet, gray and windy in Chicago when I'm warm, dry and unruffled in my hotel room? It's the gray part, electric light no substitute for sunshine streaming through glass. Full moon last night had an effect on me. I couldn't play guitar and my brain felt swollen and stupid. Maybe that's partly because I ate all the fries that came with my burger, or, conversely that I ate them precisely because I was feeling swollen and stupid, watching Will Smith be Ali on the box. A semi-complete crash.

Gotta tell you about that baggage search at the Nashville aeroport. I mean to say! They singled me and Tomie O'Neil out, along with the Asian passengers, and went through our four bags and guitar with a lice comb. No one was among those in the group picked out to be searched that would have looked comfortable behind a Nashville belt buckle. When expostulating the glories of Nashville, it does one to remember that it's also the capital of the bible belt and best I could figure out they selected what looked like Buddhists and atheists. Though I commend the energy they put into the searching procedure, I feel that, with the best intentions, they are completely off target. But who else could human beings pick for such scrutiny other than folks who incite their prejudices, in however slight a manner? What rule is there to judge by?
My bag is a circus to search. They must've thought they'd hit the weirdness jackpot. Not only do I carry a paring knife, a half bottle of good Tennessee jam it'd be a shame to leave behind, a box of sugar cubes, a jar of peanut butter, CD's, radical newspapers,a pound of coffee and filters, 8 bottles of various health pills, notebooks, DVDs to watch on my titanium G4 (also packed & shielded with clothes), boxes with wires and a laundry bag containing a week's worth of dirty laundry, which I'll wash in the bathtub in Chicago, like a cherry on top ... but I also carry a four foot length of flexible polyvinyl inch and a half swimming pool hose, which just made the inspector shake his head. He looked through the tube but didn't ask what it was for. It was that headshake that bothered me. I acknowledge the propriety of having my belongings inspected but I emphatically do not acknowledge their right to express opinions about the personal contents of my suitcase. They are neither God nor the Gestapo, they are airport employees paid, in part, by my ticket purchase, whose mission is to secure everyone's safe passage in the home of the free and the brave. The unnecessary aspect of the operation that disturbs is the expression of an opinion that the traveler is a kook. Keep the poker face, fellers. The illusion of liberty is muy important?. He confiscated my bottle of isopropyl rubbing alcohol. ?
I passed through the next checkpoint without a beep and proceeded to the gate where I was pulled aside (along with the exact same group subjected to the suitcase inspection) and searched again .Assume the position. I had a bottle of water in my carry-on which I was required to take a sip from. I took a few glugs. "A sip will do" I was told. "I'm thirsty, I just had a hot dog," I said. No attitude. They directed me to remove my shoes and while I was doing so, my chair, which was pushed up against the barrier, made that movable wall collapse with a startling sound which made the inspectors and everyone in line jump a foot in the air!
I'd arrived at the airport at noon for a 2:22 pm flight and finally boarded at 2:15. Why the hose? I use it to maintain my didjeridu chops since a full size didj is a bit much even for my carry on luggage. In order to speed the process, I've elected to run my glorious fully custom Super V guitar through baggage rather than deal myself the additional hassle of trying to get it in the cabin in these strict times. Some would elect to go in baggage themselves and yield their seat to the guitart, but I figure it's a case of who is to be the master. It's well protected with bubble wrap. As is my soul on the road.

From Hunter's Journal:
http://www.dead.net/RobertHunterArchive/files/newjournal/52journal_2_27_02.html#anchor3502454
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set I 50:27
1	rh2002-04-28t02.aiff	07:01 Box of Rain
2	rh2002-04-28t03.aiff	09:00 ?  Give Your Heart To Me ?
3	rh2002-04-28t04.aiff	03:44 Cumberland Blues
4	rh2002-04-28t05.aiff	08:24 Rosemary Lily & the Jack of Hearts
5	rh2002-04-28t06.aiff	05:01 High Timberline 
6	rh2002-04-28t07.aiff	06:11  Dire Wolf >Peggy-O >Dire Wolf >Peggy-O 
7	rh2002-04-28t08.aiff	09:51 The Wind Blows High
8	rh2002-04-28t09.aiff	01:11  (outttro)

disc II 60:32
1	rh2002-04-28t10.aiff	04:50 Down To the Depot 
2	rh2002-04-28t11.aiff	01:56 Babe It Ain't No Lie
3	rh2002-04-28t12.aiff	04:04 Whiskey In the Jar
4	rh2002-04-28t13.aiff	03:47 Tom Lehrer/ Longfellow Medley
5	rh2002-04-28t14.aiff	03:34 Friend Of the Devil
6	rh2002-04-28t15.aiff	04:32 Cruel White Water
7	rh2002-04-28t16.aiff	03:19 Maria Helena
8	rh2002-04-28t17.aiff	06:45 Dead Man Dancing
9	rh2002-04-28t18.aiff	05:08 Wharf Rat
10	rh2002-04-28t19.aiff	10:05 Reuben & Cherise
11	rh2002-04-28t20.aiff	07:09 Mission in the Rain 
12	rh2002-04-28t21.aiff	03:40 Ripple 
13	rh2002-04-28t22.aiff	01:34 Boys in the Bar Room



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