// A concert report, and more.
// Enjoy!  [BP

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Subject: NN: Concert report Oslo, November 7th
   Date: Thu, 08 Nov 2001 00:13:15 +0100
   From: Georg (gvallest@c2i.net>

Just back from wonderful concert at Rockefeller in Oslo. I arrived 15 minutes
after the doors opened, and was as close to the stage as I could get, leaning
over the fence in front of the stage. I managed to get the setlist afterwards, 
but it doesn't quite fit what was actually played. The couple next to me 
were also after the setlist, and got Nanci's attention before the encore, 
but she misunderstood and shook the woman's hand instead (not a bad deal). 
I got the list from a technican afterwards.

The songs played were:
1.Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness
2.St. Olav's gate
3.These Days In An Open Book
4.Shaking Out The Snow (brilliant)
5.Ghost Inside Of Me
6.Clock Without Hands
7.From A Distance
8.Lost Him In The Sun
9.Tecumseh Valley
10.Ford Econoline
11.It's A Hard Life Wherever You Go
12.Gulf Coast Highway
13.Where Would I Be
14.Armstrong
15.Traveling Through This Part Of You.
16.The Hammer Song
- - - - - - - - -
17.Across The Great Divide
18.White Freight Liner (Townes Van Zandt)

Pearl's Eye View was on the setlist but unfortunately not played.
The concert lasted 1 hour and 40 minutes. Nanci was
wearing a black velvet top with long sleeves, gray knee pants,
and black (riding?) boots.

Georg

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Subject: NN Happiness
   Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2001 20:49:58 EST
   From: ConorMG@aol.com

Oh bliss!  'Man of Constant Sorrow' has won Single of the Year!  
Here in England we have the CMA awards from 1 to 4am on BBC
radio.  Earlier we had Nanci interviewed and singing on Mike Harding's 
folk programme, and we learned that she is back in Jan with
Steve Earle (whom I am seeing tonight) and others on the mines campaign.  
Also we had Chely Wright, the Dixie Chicks and Sara Evans on 'Top of the Pops.' 
And on Friday my folk club has Niamh Parsons. Is it any wonder I'm happy 
(despite the freezing night outside, the hideous rift in the world, the 
impending financial doldrums, the ever-present menace of death, and the parlous 
state of English cricket)?   

One other thing bugs me: 
At the Albert Hall, where 'Shaking Out the Snow' was the supreme thrill 
of the evening, did I really hear Nanci sing with some emphasis in 
'It's a Hard Life:' 

   "And I can't drive on the politically left side of the road?"  

Can anyone explain why she feels the need to say this? 

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Subject: NN: Nanci on ACL
   Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 20:48:08 -0500
   From: (nina-gooch@mindspring.com>

If this particular Austin City Limits hasn't made it to your
city yet, be aware that in the monthly listings for (one of)
Atlanta's PBS station, this ACL was listed as Mary Chapin
Carpenter and Emmy Lou Harris.  We had taped it, and were
quite surprised to discover that Emmy Lou had become Nanci.
(Does anyone know where we should be looking for Emmy Lou
Harris?  We were looking forward to hearing her new album.)

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Subject: NN: CWH
   Date: Sun, 04 Nov 2001 14:08:06 -0700
   From: JOHN PRIVE (prive@internetcds.com>

I was not "in love" with CWH when I first listened. It kind of started
to grow on me, but when I saw Nanci in concert in August I was sold. I
had the same experience with BRFTM. Even though I attended a concert
that was  more of the DBS lineup, she performed some of the songs from
CWH. She was FANTASTIC! One of the people I was with served in VietNam
and he was very moved. He insisted we wait after the concert so he could
thank her in person. Nanci was so gracious to him and thanked him so
genuinely for serving.

My concert experience summer of 2000 left much to be desired. This year
was magical. Thank you Nanci Griffith.

Molly

(Still don't like Shaking!)

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Subject: RE: NN: Nanci Joining Benefit Concert 11-12, Mpls.
   Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 22:14:35 -0500
   From: "Ken Stiffler" (ksmsc@kmsx.net>

I like hearing about these benefit concerts where Nanci and Jackson Browne
cross paths. Maybe it will lead to the two of them writing some songs
together. I think there's potential for some great music there. And I'd love
to hear the two of them doing a duet.

Ken

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Subject: NN: East Texas is beautiful too
   Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2001 18:48:31 -0600
   From: "Chevelle" (chevelle@pnx.com>

Hello, Nancinetters!
  After spending a few days up in Woodville, the county seat of Tyler 
County and one of the prettiest places in Texas, I can say with absolute 
authority that the land is beautiful in East Texas.  Here in early 
November, with daytime temperatures in the high 70s, some of the azaleas 
are blooming, as are the camellias and raintrees, the bougainvillea, the 
hibiscus, day lilies and narcissus, and much more.  The satsuma bushes 
are loaded with oranges, and the crepe myrtles look like they want to 
put on another set of blooms.  Walnuts are dropping.  Roses everywhere 
are doing their fall blooming.
  The small-town East Texas cemetery where we left my brother's remains 
is on a gently sloping hill with the thick woods on two sides.  The 
sandy red earth soaks up the rains and supports many flowering plants.  
The wind gently whispers through the tall pines and spreading oaks and 
magnolias and sweetgums, the birds call, the sun shines, and no one can 
say there is a more beautiful place than this until they have spent 
several hours there.  Down the road is the lake where we spent many a 
happy day swimming and playing, and a couple of miles away is our late 
uncle's farm where we learned to ride horses up and down the rolling 
hills and through the trees.
  Nanci's music is made of this and many other landscapes, all
contributing to her artistry.  I like all of her albums and fell sorry
for anyone who doesn't.  Let us be thankful, my friends, and share in
the joy of living and some music.
  We come here to praise Nanci, not bury her.  (apologies to
Shakespeare)

Hank "hole in my heart" Van Slyke

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Subject:    Re: NN: Austin City Limits
   Date:    Sun, 04 Nov 2001 21:24:13 -0600
   From:    Ed Maier (evmaier@dhc.net>

REBeffa@aol.com wrote:
> 
> I must say I enjoyed seeing Nanci's performance on ACL last night.
> 

I've got to echo Ron's comments. The ACL show put the album in a
whole new light. I had a similar experience with the "O Brother
Wherefore Art Thou" album. I was very disappointed in the album
until I watched the movie, and I take back everything I ever said 
about that album. 

Nanci looked absolutely great. Couldn't possibly be a day over
twenty-three. Hope I look that great when I reach... Good Grief!
I'm already old enough to be her father. (grin>

Take care,
Ed Maier
Arlington, TX
(What weight line ya usin', Ron?)

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Subject: Re: NN: RAH Concert, hidden tracks and T shirt
   Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 12:28:57 EST
   From: RoanInish@aol.com

(( Hidden tracks. Some thought there was a hidden track on CWH. I never
noticed, there is a 23 second gap in MCC's latest but have you caught 
Little Lights by Kate Rusby?  There is a 2 minute gap before The Big Ship 
Sails! If you do get a chance to see her do so as she is wonderful live 
but she did say that not all Americans can understand her. >>

What exactly is the purpose of "hidden tracks?"  Why don't the artists just 
list the title of the song along with all the others?

As for Kate Rusby, although I can't vouch for her concert skills as I have 
yet to see her live, I can attest to her recorded music which is wonderful.  
I can't get enough of "the Gray Goose" from her second CD "Sleepless".

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Subject: NN: the Tower Song
   Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 13:45:25 EST
   From: Poetmuse@aol.com

Griffheads-

I was perusing through Borders yesterday and came across the tribute album to
Townes Van Zandt "Poet" (the name drew me, what can I say) at one of the 
listening posts and took a gander at the track listing. I of course, 
immediately pushed in Nanci. Anyone (maybe Mike "I have everything" 
Chesman???) know where I can get just a copy of this song?
I liked the rest of the album but didn't want to fork over 18.99 of my hard 
earned cash for it. Such is life.  But I would like to get the Nanci track. 

Also; the tribute to Pete Seeger seems quite good as well..no Nanci but 
there's Billy Bragg, Eliza Carthy (who I prasied earlier in the year) John 
Wesley Harding, Jackson Browne and Joan Baez amoung others... if only cd's 
were made of cheaper stuff so us mere mortals could buy the things.... oh, 
wait. they *already* are. boo hiss record companies everywhere...

deep lurkdom, don'cha know-
Christina

now playing: Tom McRae (sort of like Nick Drake. except alive)

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Subject: NN: checking in (long)
   Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 23:29:57 -0800 (PST)
   From: Deb Thornton (timpcoyote@yahoo.com>

A few days ago I began catching up on months of unread
NN posts, starting with early August and working my
way through early October. I was struck by the beauty
of  the posts relating to September 11, followed by
the relative silence after the initial flurry of
posts. I wrote an essay of sorts on 10 October; it
began as a thank you note, of all things, then turned
into something else. But only last Sunday did the
first few paragraphs appear on the horizon. I wanted
to share it with all my beloved NanciNet folks despite
its length and lack of a title.

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   Autumn marks the beginning of my soul's revolutions.
When the earth's axis balances then tilts away from
the xeric blast furnace, it's time to juice the last
frost-sweetened grapes, brew a final pot of spaghetti
sauce from vine-ripened tomatoes, and scan the skies
for southbound raptors, mostly settling on seagulls,
mallards, and magpies.
   I live in a valley ringed by granite mountains on
fire. The valley's lake hardens into a flat slate,
punctuated by the blue straw legs of avocets and the
pinks of tuxedoed stilts, closing quickly behind
flotillas of pelicans, as if she wishes to present an
ironed grey face to the sky when she finally freezes
solid. Leaves expire, abandoning uniform greens for a
brief burst of unpredictable color, then drop,
revealing in the stripped trees the dendritic cracks
of our interior grey matter, limbs like neurological
fingers, ever finer, reaching upward.
   Birds, trees, lake. I notice them as I tramp through
the clear cobalt afternoons when the air itself
becomes darkly tangible. You and I may know about the
physics of reflected light, but on these afternoons
the air transcends physics, descending like the lapis,
light-shot ghost of Bonneville, a presence that closes
the firmament around old and new bones, a blue that
broods and illumines and swaddles, ushering in clarity
and the hope of winter. But the season's tranquility
was shattered by the image of Manhattan shrouded in
smoke, the m ass grave eight stories high, the arcs of
pumped streams of water. The simplicity of plans so
surgically executed compounds the mystery.
   I've come indoors. Browsing the internet,
relentlessly searching for a clue any clue that will
help the madness of the last month come into any
perspective at all, has been a compulsion that has all
but consumed me since then. Scores of headlines a day;
dozens of op-ed pieces. I've discovered some
commentators that I like to read, but that is beside
the point. The only illuminating thought I've run
across in addition to the voices of non-violent social
change that I built into my composition syllabus
(oddly, the first one I've written since 1995)--that
little, now-significant tour of the century's
recipients of the Nobel Peace Prize, King and Mandela,
and the one Nobel forgot, Gandhi--has been someone's
assertion that the only hope of salvaging anything
from the inevitable cultural ruins of this war is
something like the Marshall Plan: instead of demanding
blood-stone reparations, the Allies helped rebuild the
very countries that they had leveled. What a novel
idea, almost unthinkable in an environment of
post-totalitarian hatred and the revelation of the
holocaust. The Plan assured at once the annihilation
of the totalitarian ideology, a conversion of hatred
to something like shame for most of the nation, as
well as a chance for the people to re-connect with
their true history and to eschew the false Aryan
archetype. The Plan fostered a re-connection of a
people with its shattered land, put the farmers back
in touch with the organic earth and challenged the
machinists to put their organized, efficient
engineering minds to more life-sustaining mechanisms.
   Perhaps if a similar wisdom had prevailed when the
impulse to create the nation of Israel had struck on
parallel tenets, the current situation could have been
avoided altogether. But the task was different. I had
already been thinking along these lines, though,
because of a research paper that I edited last year
for publication in a new student journal. The curious
author had traced the historical path of the creation
of that nation, noting repeatedly that the Arabic
countries had not been consulted about the formation
of Israel--no one consulted them about the new
neighbors. The author wasn't writing to commit
political blasphemy, only researching his question
about the tensions in the Middle East. I'm not
assigning blame to any nations in particular, for it
is individuals who act, singly and then in concert, to
make these decrees that affect the masses, merely
observing that staying deeply involved in a nation's
re-building (and perhaps depriving them of the ability
to form an army of their own, as the Allies did with
the Germans rather than arming them to the teeth and
forcing males into conscription and training women to
fight as well) is a creative, positive post-war
solution. And where the Marshall Plan was
incorporated, democracy has flourished, and the
economy has prospered--the unification of the
once-divided Germany a decade ago with its attendant
problems underscores that reality quite clearly.
   Again, this is no attempt to say I have an answer, or
that history and hindsight don't make more sense than
the muddle of the present, just to say that I hope the
nations are re-built, carefully, painstakingly,
respectfully. Not just in Afghanistan; the events of
Iran, in my lifetime, have shown how quickly a
population can be harnessed by fundamentalists after
the overthrow of a "benevolent dictator" such as the
Shah of Iran.
   Perhaps the shocking present comprises vestiges of
the Cold War, a late harvest of bitter seeds sown--and
strangely, the current situations may be preferable
alternatives still to the radioactive seeds a nuclear
war between the two superpowers. Just a few weeks ago,
the image of three or four planes being steered into
two buildings was unthinkable, but for a couple of
generations, the image of NYC or Washington looking
like Hiroshima and Nagasaki was a plausible reality,
and an image readily entertained by the entire
population. Yes, when it happens, I can be a shadow on
a sidewalk. And that would probably be preferable to
surviving the blast and the nuclear winter. Does that
mean we never believed that the nuclear buttons
wouldn't be pushed? There were some tense days,
particularly in October 1964; growing up, I lived
within 100-200 miles of the hot war's "front line" for
almost nine years. I marvel that imminent disaster,
the destruction of virtually the whole world many
times over, was more thinkable to generations than the
events of September. From my youthful newspaper
reading one phrase remains etched: "the credibility of
the deterrent." To me two cold war voices repeated
endlessly two statements and a question, "We have as
many missiles as you do and we will use them as
readily as you will. Who's going to flinch first?"
   So, I've obsessed on the internet and CNN, surfing
all over the virtual cosmos looking for a shred of
sense, the contemporary equivalent of "the credibility
of the deterrent," a terse phrase that encompasses a
surreal reality. I haven't found the magic words, but
in my browsing today, I "chanced" on an article from
the Atlantic Monthly published by J. Edgar Park some
70 years ago, "Is There Anything in Prayer?" Click. In
the absence of words to illuminate the particulars of
this moment, why not look at an ageless question, cool
my eyes? Therein were a couple of blue sentences that
answered not today's question or the question of the
month, but a longer question etched on the threshold
of mystery: "Prayer is not asking God to change the
course of things, but asking Him to help me be a part
of that course of things. I become so, not in spite of
my will, but through my will." Profound. It covers two
of my most compelling questions that have no bearing
whatsoever on the particulars of time and space: "Who
are we to talk to God, and what is the role of free
will in human existence?" And Park puts it in the
first person; anyone who reads the words steps into
the text because of the pronouns. Parks provides an
invitation not to an answer or a phrase that explains,
but to mystery itself, to that union with a force not
on the plane of my existence in time, at once a
concern to me as a human and to me as a living soul, a
key to that union.
   Hannah Arendt's writings emerged on my horizon a year
and a half ago, and six months ago I began reading
around in her works. What a wise, clear-eyed woman she
was. More than once I've wished she were alive to
write about the world of today, but she struck such
universal chords they're not that hard to pull through
this time--it's just that she's no longer here to do
that for the dear reader; I have to break my own
brain. We discussed the last chapter of her Origins of
Totalitarianism in my composition classes last spring,
and in summer I read further in her other works,
browsing and drinking deep in various texts. She is
famous for coining the phrase "the banality of evil,"
which arose from her witnessing of the Eichmann trial
in Jerusalem in the early 1960s. Asked to report on
the trial for the New Yorker, she saw Eichmann not as
the monster he surely had to be to be the architect of
the concentration camps and the mass exterminations,
but as a bureaucrat moving pieces of paper across his
desk, following orders he didn't and needn't question.
His work was removed, somehow, banally, she concluded,
from moral considerations of the problems he was
assigned to solve. Somehow, the phrase "the banality
of evil" didn't seem to apply so precisely to the
post-11 September situation, its willful, gleeful,
wanton destruction of innocents. As if that were a
wholly new phenomenon on the face of the earth (did I
forget about the Trojan Horse?). The connection is
clear, but perhaps because I didn't live through those
earlier times it's harder to see the present evil as
banal. Prayer and the consecration of the will to the
Divine will seem the opposite of banal. Grace is
anything but banal. And we choose our response to the
abundance of grace around us. I've written a long
chapter in a book, attesting to the bone-root reality
that humans can use their will to reject grace and
often do, contrasting in another chapter the capacity
of the holy Innocent to accept grace completely.
   Listless, not prayerful at all, not focused enough to
read student papers productively, I took the migraine
ashes to bed with a detective novel. Then I got caught
up in it. And then one sentence flung me into the
unified kingdoms of heaven and earth. Hard to imagine,
but not really, coming from P.D. James, who walks
around the edges of religiosity with her narratorial
nose turned up at the prospects of worship and all the
follies belief implies at the same time as she
respectfully depicts a range of believers. The
sentence (I'm stuck there, shot across the room to the
keyboard to write this time instead of obsessively
reading so I still don't know whodunnit): "Doesn't
your religion rest on an act of cosmic forgiveness?"
   Indeed, and if I am to understand and participate in
the remotest possibility of cosmic forgiveness, I have
to begin with my own interior and radiate outward from
that core, which in the last several years has been
wrapped, counter-clockwise in a tangle of a
forgiveness I have been unwilling to extend to my own
mean acts. I've gotten trapped in the narrowness, the
smallness of my own trite concerns, and yet that
sentence jerks me into the reality of the most broad
possibility of the collective and the cosmic.
   Another sentence in Rudolfo Anaya's Bless Me, Ultima,
follows the sequence of thoughts accumulating into to
the azure evening. Even-ing. (a>Even(/a>-ing. The
speaker is one of the strongest presences in the many
works of fiction lodged in my imagination. Ultima is
the healer, the embodiment of spirit and matter
converging. She tells young Antonio, "Life is filled
with sadness when a boy grows to be a man. But as you
grow into manhood you must not despair of life, but
gather strength to sustain you."
   I read this sentence just a week ago, preparing for
class the next day. In sowing a harvest of despair and
sloughing off my strengths--or even my will to be
strong--, I have assured my own despair, and it has
become my malady much more so than having Sisyphus
invade my kidneys. And surely the principle applies to
the larger situation as well. "You are growing," she
tells him, "and growth is change. Accept the change,
make it part of your strength--". Her timeless words,
delivered through the authorial medium of Rudy Anaya,
show the way, offer the reader a universal cure.
   Over lunch, a friend and I discussed whether the
current life changes are the result of the disaster,
and I said that mine started in the late weeks of
summer. But the collective disaster, the
airplane-missiles and the hasty escalation into global
warfare, has surely been a catalyst. The ceaseless
hunt for sense in sentences persists, interrupted by
shattered sleep, resolving here and there in
syllables. Despair is the enemy; forgiveness must be
the goal; and the rain of grace has to fall and fall
and fall.

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Subject: NN: What Goes Around (NRNC)
   Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 13:32:33 EST
   From: Catelaw@aol.com

Hi y'all,

Perhaps related to recent discussion and perhaps not, I want to share some 
bittersweet personal events in my family.

How much more appropriate and ironic can it be than for the only and much 
beloved son of an admitted late 60's early 70's antiwar radical to embrace 
the patriotism engendered by the 9/11 attacks and announce that he is not 
getting married, but also joining the Army?

"Mom, guess what!  I did it!  It's the Army!" (I was pulling for the Coast 
Guard, but he said chasing drug dealers up and down the coast was a mite too 
tame.)  "I'm going to be ALL that I can be!  And Rachel and I are getting 
married on January 12*!"  It didn't come as a complete surprise; the 
military's been trying to recruit him since high school, but still, a fist in
the gut.  "And guess what else!  I'm going to be an officer!  Probably a 
career guy!  I'm so jazzed!"

This is the same child that rightly or wrongly went to Willie Nelson's 4th of
July picnics when he was six and seven, who saw George Jones at Gilley's in 
Houston, and whom I checked out of first grade to catch a matinee showing of 
Pink Floyd's "The Wall."  This is also a young man who lacks the first tattoo
or piercing but will be the first guy to jump in the mosh pit at a 311 
concert without benefit of alcohol or other chemical motivation and slam 
heads (egad, that kills me) with any comer.

A World War III recruit and a World War III wedding.  How things change, but 
how they stay they same. Believe it or not, I'm jazzed, too; I've never seen 
him happier and I love Rachel.

But, oh, the irony of it all.

Cate, pondering mightily, in Atlanta

*He wanted the wedding to be on January 8th, Elvis' birthday, but Rachel 
happily pointed out that this is a Tuesday and not a good day for such 
things, even though she is a native of Tupelo.  ;)   


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Subject: NN: Re: What Goes Around (NRNC)
   Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 22:00:44 -0500
   From: "The Kimbros" (kimbroj@charter.net>

An excellent choice for a noble career.  Congratulations to you and your
son, Cate.

-Shawn "I like Jazzed" Kimbro


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Subject: NN: ACL request
   Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 13:35:07 -0500 (EST)
   From: "Edward A. Gokey" (eagokey@mailbox.syr.edu>

I managed to miss Nanci's weekend ACL performance; any kind Nancinetter
willing to make me a copy?  I will of course take care of expenses, and
I'll throw in a Nanci performance on cdr. Thanks!

Regards,

Ed Gokey

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Subject: NN: Re: A Favor re ACL
   Date: Tue, 06 Nov 2001 16:35:09 EST
   From: ChocChippy@aol.com

..if someone had a copy of the show with Nanci & Mary Chapin-Carpenter, I'd
be happy to pay for the cost of a tape & postage. Please email me...

Living here in the sometimes-parochial confines of NYC, I couldn't have seen
it for 2 reasons: we still don't have our PBS station back on over-the-air
since Sept. 11, and they don't even run ACL anyway!!!

Kathleen W. (whose partner works for Channel 13, which lost its engineer at
the antenna Sept. 11).

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Subject: NN: acl video
   Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2001 08:23:18 -0500
   From: "eprieto" (eprieto@columbus.rr.com>

>>if someone had a copy of the show with Nanci & Mary Chapin-Carpenter,
>>I'd be happy to pay for the cost of a tape & postage. 
>>Please email me... 

yes, i would also be willing to pay the necessary costs for a copy!
emily

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Subject: NN: Albuquerque [No Nanci content]
   Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2001 14:04:01 -0800 (PST)
   From: Reid Mitchell (reidmitchell@yahoo.com>

I'll be in Albuquerque next month--anybody know any
good places to hear music there?

Thanks.

Reid

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Subject: NN: Landmine Concerts
   Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2001 19:01:03 +0000
   From: "John Courtney" (jc_riselaw@hotmail.com>

Hi

Steve Earle has just been on Radio 2 talking about playing Landmine Free 
World concerts in London and Glasgow in January with Emmylou Harris, Elvis 
Costello, John Prine and some woman called Griffith. No information about 
venues or tickets. Anybody know any more about it?

Cheers
John C.

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Subject: NN: Re: Landmine Concerts
   Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2001 19:37:27 -0000
   From: "Susan Cane" (SusanCane@btinternet.com>

These are the (European) Landmine dates that were originally listed on
the Emmylou On Line list.  The dates were then removed, because they
haven't yet been confirmed (or something like that, I think).  Here they
are, anyway!

>January 13, 2002 - Belfast, N. Ireland (Waterfront)
>January 14, 2002 - Dublin, Ireland (The Point)
>January 15, 2002 - Glasgow, Scotland (Clyde Auditorium)
>January 17, 2002 - London, England (Hammersmith Apollo)
>January 19, 2002 - Stockholm, Sweden (The Annexet)
>January 20, 2002 - Oslo, Norway (Opera House)

Susan

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Subject: NN: RE: Landmine Concerts
   Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2001 14:40:30 -0500
   From: "Pollock, Stuart (S.J.)" (spolloc4@ford.com>

Ticketmaster has the show on sale (as of 10am this morning). 
Best seats as of a few mins ago (19:2 uk time) are around row b /c.

Stuart

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Subject: NN: Re: Landmine Concerts
   Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2001 20:37:08 +0000
   From: "John Courtney" (jc_riselaw@hotmail.com>

Many thanks for the response (and to Stuart). The dates are confirmed on the 
Steve Earle site. A bit more information: the Glasgow tickets are now on 
sale - just got row B in the centre - although the phone-lines are clogged 
up by enquiries about something called "Westlife"! Sounds like a real treat 
(not Westwhatsits) - something to look forward to in the new year.....


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