OH. MY. GOD.
I’d never been to one of Levon Helm‘s Saturday night Midnight Rambles at his home/recording studio in Woodstock, but over the years I’d heard lots about them. I knew it would be fun, but I never realized just how much fun.
Intimate? It really was like standing around in somebody’s living room and watching a world-class band crank out some of their favorite songs. For more than two hours, I stood no more than 15 feet away from Levon Helm as he churned through some of the funkiest backbeats I’ve ever heard. I was begoggled.