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Setlist, Attendance, and Recordings for: 2018-03-07 - The Volcanic Theater & Pub - Bend, OR

High expectations. These two words summarize the vibe leading up to Spafford’s debut in Bend. For a little mountain town, we get a decent number of good acts. The local affinity for live music is potent. Posters for jam bands adorn the local watering holes. We have a regional reputation for “fun now, worry later,” and bands who know the way our town throws down make a habit of crossing the Cascade Range to pay a visit.

For many of my friends, this would be their first taste. I was excited to see what my pals thought of Brian, Red, Jordan and Cam in person. Just to make things even more interesting, this would be my second Spafford show with my 62-year-old father in attendance, having taken in the Doug Fir show with him in November. (Incidentally the date of one of the best versions of Slip & Squander ever to my ears – when Brian sustains that note during the jam, if you don’t get goosebumps you might want to check your pulse.) Dad saw many a wild show growing up in Detroit Rock City and whether through, age or, um, over-enjoyment, has probably forgotten more amazing musical moments than I’ve had the fortune to experience. The band are fresh off of a mind-boggling six-song show in Tahoe and their first rest day on this leg of the tour. So, in two words: High expectations.

They take the stage and the excitement is palpable. Brian looks to Cam and he counts us in – Plans will kick things off. With evocative lyrics and songwriting, the opening segment lays down a gentle cushion before Brian’s solo in the spicy pre-jam section – is “salsa metal” a thing? – knocks us on our asses. The funky jam begins and they take their time building it to a raging peak. 15 minutes into the show and the untrained ears in the venue are probably wondering how many songs the band has played. We’re off to a good start.


Relative rarity Levilan Shores is next, and all my Phishy friends begin singing Prince Caspian. For this reason, I’m not a huge fan of the beginning of this song – but the reggae section makes for a pleasant groove. The band briefly explores, and for just a moment, everyone gets to relax before the staccato attack of Ain’t That Wrong cuts into the Volcanic Theater. I smile to my friends: even when played perfunctorily, ATW is a ripper. The band is quick to find a funky groove, Cam rocking the cowbell, Brian getting into his rhythmic zone, the pace building, frenetic now – smiles and bouncing dance moves giving way to wide-eyed stares and hypnotic head bobbing. A freight train of peak smashes through our collective expectations, leaving a venue of splintered thoughts and single-word exchanges: Wow. Yeah. Dude. Spafford has arrived.

My father doesn't talk much during shows, but makes an exception – simply to say, “that was memorable.” Two of my friends who were weighing whether to make the drive to Boise this Saturday are high-fiving: gas money and weekend chores have abruptly exited their decision-making process. They tell me they’re going for sure. Not bad for 3 songs in.

People is next. I really like the theme and lyrics in this tune, as well as its occasional piano solo interlude. While its ending coda can sometimes be the peak of a set, this one comes off as a bit of a breather compared to the last tune. Cam counts in Windmill. The pleasant, meandering jam makes a beautiful juxtaposition to the shreddy set so far. The band lays down a psychedelia of rolling green hills, and I play Don Quixote, closing my eyes and getting lost in the soundscape. The Floydian middle segment gets a brief extension, Red tickling his piano for just a few more measures than usual, before the serene a capella and inevitable false cheer from the crowd leads us to the final section. There aren’t a lot of better ways to close a set than the blissful trills of the end of Windmill. One of the best parts of a small venue is not needing to hold down a spot during set break; the entire crowd dissipates to relieve bladders, replenish beers, and fill the patio air with Oregon’s finest haze.

Much like Plans and Windmill, The Postman is a thematic keystone in Spafford’s repertoire, going through several movements before arriving at the jam segment. To a new listener, the changes are unpredictable but enjoyable, like when a beer you've never tried becomes your new favorite in the first sip. To an experienced listener, they're the standby IPA that the bartender is pouring before you sit down. But this one is a bit special: the jam builds, with first Jordan teasing and then, slowly, Cam and Brian all playing My Road, My Road, to the point that the segue is all but assured. But it's not to be, and at Brian's insistence they back way off, build it again, and bring Postman to its usual glorious apex.

Reggae grooves seem to be the cooldown of choice tonight, and Diana is in the second slot. It's a sweet song, and a nice breather before the punky syncopations of Night After Night begin. I don't think this song has quite found its legs, but its vibe and tempo make me enthusiastic for the version that changes my mind. Still, it does its job getting the Bend crowd of beanies and brims headbanging. We’re almost three quarters of the way through the show, and while utterly satisfied I can't help but start to wonder if we'll get a truly deep cut. Did the band leave all their improv mojo on stage in Tahoe?

Walls starts, the third song in a row with that offbeat-guitar island feel. Jordan opts for a fuzzy, aggressive tone. Cam’s eyes are closed, locked into the four-on-the-floor. We’ve left the island and are now navigating choppy seas to uncharted realms. He switches to his MIDI pad, resonant booming synthesized bass slapping like monster waves against the hull. Brian and Red waltz around each other in minor keys. The lights are low and malevolent; we don’t know where the ship is going, but if this is our last night we’ll go out with an evil dance party.

Afloat in the Walls jam.

The night passes, and with it the storm; Cam’s Poseidonian wrath gives way to colorful ambience, brushing his cymbals and leaving the confines of structure behind. The band takes this opportunity to show their melodic pedigree, and their patience – we linger here for a while. For me it’s the highlight of the show; just a few rows back, I’m adrift on a calm sea. I don’t know how long my eyes are closed. Brian, his head low as if in prayer, steers us softly towards a familiar, vaguely sinister vibe. The ship slides into port with Backdoor Funk; it’s the first proper segue of the night and flawless. Sultry and full of imagery, these are some of my favorite Spafford lyrics. The jam has a regretful, angry tone, and arrives at a cathartic resolution, a fitting capstone to a 40+ minute segment of improvisation. I cross my fingers for one more.

Into the Mystic is the first cover of the night. The show thus far has tapped many emotions, but Van Morrison’s legendary heartfelt ballad is a missing puzzle piece; a superb choice to close out the show. The band are barely offstage before the encore, anxious to use every available second on music. Funky 5/4 romper Dis Go in 5? is an interesting choice to me. The ending abruptly jumps to a normal time signature and we get one final improvisational segment. They slowly, comically find their way into Hollywood, laughing at each other on stage as each member resists the segue, wanting to play forever. They’re having entirely too much fun and so are we. It’s just the second verse and ending, to complete the version from 3/3/18.

The Volcanic's tiny stage.

The stage is so small that the band has to move microphones and gear out of the way to take their bow; I feel a moment of total gratitude for getting to see musicians of this quality in what is essentially a medium-size bar. The crowd shows their appreciation as well, hoping this won’t be the last time Spafford comes through our little town. My friends and my dad are all hugs and high-fives. As lucky as I feel to see a band of this caliber, I know I’m even more lucky to have people like this to share it with. The common binding is that none of us want the show to be over. I don’t have to ask; I know everyone’s expectations were met and exceeded.

Show highlights: Ain’t That Wrong, The Postman, Walls
Show MVP: Cam

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Nerds! In celebration of the release of the Raleigh show to we've decided to run our first prize giveaway/fundraiser of 2018! This is your chance to plug into the band's official releases and hear all that they have to offer in pure, chomper-free, glory.

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Let's be honest. You want to know about the prizes. Let's get to it. We have a few subscriptions to offer and we want to get them into your hands. To do this we will structure the drawing as follows:

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We have some REALLY exciting stuff coming right around the bend and we expect the coming months to bring some cool changes and features that you guys will enjoy. We seek to give you new and interesting ways to engage with your favorite band and this amazing community. Thank you, the Nerds, for what you do on a daily basis to make this site great. Without you this is just a web space. With you this is a community.

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The Higgs will open for Spafford on 5 shows of the West Coast leg of the For Amusement Only Tour. Some of you may already be familiar with these guys as they've opened for Spafford before, including at my first show a few years back. Whether you're doing the West Coast leg or not, check out what these guys have to offer. They definitely deserve a place in the upcoming class of Jam Bands.

Start out with a familiar cover including a legendary guest:
The Higgs w/ Melvin Seals - That's What Love Will Make You Do Jam - The Dirty Penguin on 2017-12-17 – 05:08
— The Higgs

About The Higs
The Higgs is one of the preeminent jam rock bands in Southern California today. The four members include John Lovero (Guitar/Vocals), Garrett Morris (Drums), David Barsky (Bass/Vocals), and Jesse August Jennings (Keys/Organ/Synth). They have tremendous stage presence and truly enjoy interacting with their audiences - and it shows up in their sound, which is known for being tight & infectious. Named after the elusive Higgs-Boson particle - which provides for "mass" of all things in the Universe and helps to unify the different forces; The Higgs blur musical boundaries and unify the different sounds of blues, reggae, alt-rock, prog and jam rock into an awesome musical fusion. Come check out why The Higgs are one of the fastest-growing bands in the scene today!!

What To Listen To
The band has just put out a music video for their song Wit.
The Higgs - Wit (Official Music Video) – 06:49
— The Higgs

If you want the live experience, YouTube is a great place to start because they're one offs to dive into. Check out these:
The Higgs - "Space Traveler - YEM - Space Traveler" – 24:59
— geoffworks1

The Higgs - Road Less Traveled @ Moe's Alley, Santa Cruz, CA 11/29/17 – 13:21
— geoffworks1

The Higgs - Kung Fu You @ Moe's Alley, Santa Cruz, CA 11/29/17 – 26:47
— geoffworks1

The Higgs - Freddy (live in studio) – 10:29
— The Higgs

The Higgs allows taping and you can find their stuff on We suggest you check out the following shows:

Tour Dates
The Higgs will play in support of Spafford, so make sure to get there early and check them out on:

They've also got plenty of tour dates in between.

More Info
You can find out a lot more about The Higgs by visiting their website, hitting their facebook page and joining their fan group Go check them out and SUPPORT UP AND COMING MUSIC!!!

Tour Poster
Here's their tour poster complete with cities and dates:
Tour Poster

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Setlist, Attendance, and Recordings for: 2018-01-24 - Wonderbar - Asbury Park, NJ

@uconnwes, @603Brett , and I rolled into Asbury Park by 1pm after raging away the night before in Pawtucket, RI when the messages started coming in. The band had forgotten their merch in RI the night before, but we got the message too late to help. We checked-in to our boutique hotel right next to the venue and got settled.

A pre-show meet-up was planned before the show, and we arrived at the Ale House about an hour before the band went on. Nerds were met, food and drinks consumed, and then we headed across the street to Wonderbar.

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Showtime found our group on the righthand side rail between Brian and Cam. The band opened with People, containing tight blissful vamping that turned into a frenetic peak featuring some extra flair from Cam.

Backdoor Funk followed, with Red getting extra funky on the clav while Moss patiently built the jam that would eventually explode into the second giant peak in as many tunes.

Firing up America next really got the crowd engaged as the place really began to fill in and get pretty tight. Red got super weird on the virus synth before bringing it way down to Moss to start chugging away at yet another glorious buildup.

Hollywood was next, and maintained the core song's cut time through most of the jam, allowing Brian to really stretch out the chicken picken skills. When the change to straight 4/4 finally occurred, the band used it as its first segue of the night into Dis Go in 5?, one of my favorite tunes. After a quick take on the shortest tune of the set, the band rather clumsily faded into the evenings first cover, Breakdown, before ending the set and promising to return in a few minutes.

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There were more drinks, a smoke break, an overzealous security guard who confiscated A LOT of joints, and I was back inside waiting in the ever growing line for the very small men's room. The Postman that opened the set seemed to belong to Red, as his synthy sounds laid the foundation down for Moss to let rip on a soaring peak that brought the entire place to its knees.

Next up was Plans, a song that I didnt appreciate as much when it was newer, but now it has grown on me for being such an awesome type 2 jam vehicle AND I get to yell like Speedy Gonzalez. Brian broke a string during the jam, and runs off to change guitars once the song ends. While he is off stage, Red takes lead and the band begins to jam an intro that will become an other worldly Weasel. Brian was not satisfied with his backup guitar and motions for Wes to come help change the string for him... But Wes has salted caramel all over his paws... And we've been drinking... So the intro rages on a little longer as Brian exits again to change the string himself. He emerges and the band finally kicks into the song... after a 7 minute intro the Weasel is on! Red took the jam to outer space and when they landed, they settled into a slowed down, rambling country groove that became a nasty Funkadelic. What a pairing! As the Weasel's UNTZ UNTZ worked its way back through, I knew we were in for a big finish. Red let out a Money for Nothing tease and Brian turned the Raven loose on the Weasel for its big finish.

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A sweet organ tinged intro gave way to the snarl of the startup of Soul to Squeeze. It's always smoking hot with plenty of chicken picken that I just love, plus Jordan's raspy vocals are perfect for it.

The Reprise hit hard to end the set with a ton of energy.

The West LA Fadeaway encore was a seemingly mellow choice after such a heater to end the set but nobody was complaining as we got in our last call before stumbling down the block in search of more late night food and drinks.

Special thanks to @dontjudgedave for the photos!

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Setlist, Attendance, and Recordings for: 2018-01-23 - The Met - Pawtucket, RI

There once was a jam in Pawtucket...

It was a chilly Tuesday night and Spafford was back in New England to a kindle the fires within us and heat up The Met for the evening. I had met up with my buddies George and Wes and we all made the trek in together. We pre-gamed at Craft Burgers and Brew that ironically hadn’t bothered to change from the previous establishment...which made it fun for our Lyft to find, but that’s another tale. We got to meet some new Nerds like Ron Lauer and reconnect with Ryan Cierrello and Josh Herrick, who we’d met on Fall Tour. Collectively, we were all geeking out about getting to see our favorite band get down. After catching up and hydrating, we made the short pilgrimage to the venue, six deep in a minivan. After being greeted by a few illustrious members of Team Sparkle we proceeded inside.

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The Met is a cozy venue, longer than deep, shaped like a rectangle, it was obvious immediately that there were no “bad” places to be in this room. I had planned to use Goose's opening set to find the optimal sounding place to set up camp for Spafford’s set. After Goose went on we were informed Jordan was going to sit in. Let me take a moment to talk about Goose. These guys are great! All members of the band are talented players and the three of us (George, Wes & I) all commented on what a great voice the guitarist/singer had. I was pleasantly surprised to enjoy their set and it certainly didn’t hurt that Jordan came out and killed it and jammed TFO during his sit in. It was the last of 7 nights opening for Spafford and it sure seemed like Goose went for it to close their set. If those guys are in a town near you, I would highly recommend checking them out.

Spafford took the stage and opened with a Red’s Jam that departed quickly from the recognized portion of the song and went right into a 20+ minute jam. The guys went right into a short, but fiery All My Friends. The band seemed like they were in the mood to groove and went into a Bee Jam that was honey smooth and sweet. As jams tend to do, this one took on a harder edge and got funky. Red was putting down some seriously crunchy stuff that you could almost smell in the air. I had mentioned earlier that Jordan crushed his sit-in spot and it became apparent that he was operating on a brilliant frequency this evening. Brian had seemed eager, and ready to rip as soon as they walked on stage. Cam was locked in and laying it down.

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We weren’t even a half hour into the first set and the band was putting it down like it was “let loose time” during a second set. And then they dropped out the jam into My Road (My Road). At this point my evening had been made, because I had just sampled some excellent jam and was about to be treated to one of their gnarliest jam vehicles currently. **Somewhere, soaked into the floorboards are molten facial epidermis that were shed while “thinking in traffic.”**After almost 45min the band took their first pause and Red greeted Pawtucket. A lively romp through Catfish John gave way to a blistering Ain’t That Wrong that surrendered to the UNTZ as soon as it left the song structure. Red cut through the thick beats with his keys channeling whale songs, summoning the Mothership to come down among us. If it did touch down it wasn't for long because Brian caught flames and laid siege to the room to close the set.

Holy Shit! What did I just see and hear? I can’t believe that is only half.

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The second set opened with a cover of the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Aeroplane. It was never my favorite RHCP song, but I love that when I think of the song, I hear Spafford’s version of it in my head now. George and I were convinced they were going into Phone Booth but it became a beautiful segue that sounded like it could have been the theme music to a super heady spin off of the sit-com Cheers. The Sam Malone Segue snuck into a playful Mind’s Unchained. Spafford seems to have an uncanny knack to gauge their audience and use the mood of a room to their advantage. Or maybe they just saw us old fuggers and knew that we love that soul! The Remedy followed by Shake You Loose drenched the room in soul and some excellent vocal harmonies between Jordan and Red. In the Eyes of Thieves took a spooky, spacey journey before transforming into boogie time. Somewhere before the jam peaked I had a strange thought, “this sounds kind of Hall & Oates-y.” I mean, the coolest fucking Hall & Oates tune they never wrote, but whatever, maybe I just dreamed it. The band closed out the set with a beautiful rendition of Sweet.

After about a 25 second break, the band came out for the encore. I had my fingers crossed that I would catch a Soil at one of the two shows I was going to. When I heard the opening to Lovesick Melody a huge smile broke out over my face confident that it was to be followed by Soil, as it has since the New Years run when it debuted. I certainly was not disappointed as Spafford decided to funk us up one last time to bid Pawtucket goodnight.

Many high fives and hugs were exchanged and the Three Oldmigos prepared their gooey minds to do it again the next night in Asbury. In an odd turn of events, we actually left town a couple hours too early the next day...but that is a story for someone else to tell.

That is my account of the events as they unfolded one glorious night in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. Thank you Spafford.

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