Temple is a rocking place, who would ever think it so

I love Sundays. I usually spend it with one of my best friends Scott. We have been friends for a very long time.

"What are you doing this Sunday Lori? Nothing. How about you? Nothing. Want to do something? OK what? I don't know whatever you want to do is fine with me Scott. Fine see you Sunday. Are you ready? No, I need like 5 more hours and I will be ready. Well, we have to be somewhere at 6:00. What! What do you mean, where? It's a surprise. What's the surprise? I cannot tell you, it's a surprise. OH. Get in the car."

No questions asked because it's a surprise. I love surprises. I do not get enough of them, good ones anyway. I was into it. Are we going to the dog show at the Jacob Javits center? We are driving right by it. I do not ask, we keep driving. Hmmmm. I wonder, where on earth are we going. Leaving Manhattan. Driving and driving and driving. I have no idea where we are. Totally lost. Traffic getting out of the city so it seems really far. Really far. Are we going to Canada? I like Canada. It's this way, I am sure of it. Sunday night, cold and hungry. Are you hungry? Sure, I am but we have to get the tickets first. AH haa. Tickets. A clue. A Dead Show maybe. No. I would have heard from my friend already being the Dead Head that he is.

 

Where the hell are we? Holy crap. Did I say holy? Why are we driving into a Synagogue? Don't ask I repeat over and over to myself. Hurry we are going to be late. Go inside. Sinai Free Synagogue is the name. Go into the Synagogue. Why? Do I need religion? It couldn't hurt. We march straight inside. Hebrew National hot dogs for sale. Hungry. I'll have one. Must be starved to death to eat one of those. It was good, the night was full of surprises. Still, I have no idea what we are doing at Temple with many hippie looking folk of all ages. All ages I stress. A child to my left and a very old woman to my right and tons in the middle.
 

Time to look at the ticket just purchased. Jorma Kaukonen of Hot Fucking Tuna, in Temple? Is this a joke my friend is playing on me or am I hallucinating from my past LSD trips? Whatever, this is going to be good. I have no idea how to behave. I am here to see Hot Tuna in a house of worship. It's a joke right? I look at Scott closely ready for him to start laughing at his funny prank. Nope. A Temple member gets up on stage and announces that Jorma will be out in just a minute. Thank you so much for coming and we are completely sold out. Heh? She is in on the joke too. Scott hired an entire cast to trick me! Hysterical, just hysterical. He went through all this trouble for me. Then Jorma comes out and takes a seat. Wow. Settle down Lori, this is not a joke. Hot Tuna is playing tonight for all the nice Jewish Tuna fans.

He is even a Jewish Hot Tuna himself.  Jorma Jewish?  Of course he is. He is very respectful and plays acoustics with Barry Mitterhoff. I am flawed. There is not a better guartarist in the world.  What a trip, no pun intended. The Temple rocked out. Photos being taken by many, temple members screaming out Hot Tuna songs for Jorma to play, loud clapping and  singing along to the music. Hava Nagela was played by Joma. He was great.  I think he was a little weirded out himself although, I could tell he felt at home. Serene and peaceful as he played the night away not wanting it to end.  Temple is fun, I have to go more often.  Wonder who is playing next week. The Chilli Peppers or maybe Ludacris. Sounds about right. Gotta go to Temple.

 

If anyone is interested, Jorma has a music workshop called Jorma Kaukonen's Fur Peace Ranch.

He keeps a diary on his blog each day.  Here is his entry for this particular evening. Jorma's diary.