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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
PostPosted: Fri April 20th, 2012, 11:26 GMT 

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Sincerest condolences to the Helm family for this huge loss.

For me and many of my friends, when The Band hit the scene decades ago, it was almost like a religious experience, with Levon's awesome voice the cornerstone of it. And Decades later, it was Levon carrying on that spirit in upper state New York with his legendary "Rambles", showing him to be a very down to earth and very accessible superstar. There's nobody else like him.


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Here's the obituary from the New York Times today. Some good tidbits in there. The link after it takes you to the paper's site where there are 300+ reader comments on Levon -


April 19, 2012
Levon Helm, Drummer and Rough-Throated Singer for the Band, Dies at 71
By JON PARELES
Levon Helm, who helped to forge a deep-rooted American music as the drummer and singer for the Band, died on Thursday in Manhattan. He was 71 and lived in Woodstock, N.Y.

His death, at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, was from complications of cancer, a spokeswoman for Vanguard Records said. He had recorded several albums for the label.

In Mr. Helm’s drumming, muscle, swing, economy and finesse were inseparably merged. His voice held the bluesy, weathered and resilient essence of his Arkansas upbringing in the Mississippi Delta.

Mr. Helm was the American linchpin of the otherwise Canadian group that became Bob Dylan’s backup band and then the Band. Its own songs, largely written by the Band’s guitarist, Jaime Robbie Robertson, and pianist, Richard Manuel, spring from roadhouse, church, backwoods, river and farm; they are rock-ribbed with history and tradition yet hauntingly surreal.

After the Band broke up in 1976, Mr. Helm continued to perform at every opportunity, working with a partly reunited Band and leading his own groups. He also acted in films, notably “Coal Miner’s Daughter” (1980). In the 2000s he became a roots-music patriarch, turning his barn in Woodstock — which had been a recording studio since 1975 — into the home of down-home, eclectic concerts called Midnight Rambles, which led to tours and Grammy-winning albums.

Mr. Helm gave his drums a muffled, bottom-heavy sound that placed them in the foundation of the arrangements, and his tom-toms were tuned so that their pitch would bend downward as the tone faded. Mr. Helm didn’t call attention to himself. Three bass-drum thumps at the start of one of the Band’s anthems, “The Weight,” were all that he needed to establish the song’s gravity.

His playing served the song. In “The Shape I’m In,” he juxtaposed Memphis soul, New Orleans rumba and military tattoo. But while it was tersely responsive to the music, the drumming also had an improvisational feel.

In the Band, lead vocals changed from song to song and sometimes within songs, and harmonies were elaborately communal. But particularly when lyrics turned to myths and tall tales of the American South — like “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down,” “Ophelia” and “Rag Mama Rag” — the lead went to Mr. Helm, with his Arkansas twang and a voice that could sound desperate, ornery and amused at the same time.

In a 1984 interview with Modern Drummer magazine, Mr. Helm described the “right ingredients” for his work in music and film as “life and breath, heart and soul.”

Mark Lavon Helm was born on May 26, 1940, in Elaine, Ark., the son of a cotton farmer with land near Turkey Scratch, Ark. In his 1993 autobiography, “This Wheel’s on Fire: Levon Helm and the Story of the Band,“ written with Stephen Davis, Mr. Helm said he was part Chickasaw Indian through his paternal grandmother. He grew up hearing live bluegrass, Delta blues, country and the beginnings of rock ’n’ roll; Memphis was just across the river.

His father gave him a guitar when he was 9, and he soon started performing: in a duo with his sister Linda and in a high school rock ‘n’ roll band, the Jungle Bush Beaters. He also played drums in the Marvell High School band.

Mr. Helm was in 11th grade when the Arkansas-born rockabilly singer Ronnie Hawkins hired him as a drummer. He traveled with Mr. Hawkins to Canada, where the shows paid better, and Mr. Hawkins settled there and formed a band. Ronnie Hawkins and the Hawks played six nights a week in Ontario and had a number of hit singles, like “Mary Lou.” They performed on Dick Clark’s TV show “American Bandstand.”

By 1961 Mr. Hawkins had assembled the lineup that would become the Band: Mr. Helm, Mr. Robertson, Mr. Manuel, Rick Danko on bass and Garth Hudson on organ. “He knew what musicians had the fire,” Mr. Helm said of Mr. Hawkins. The others had trouble pronouncing Lavon, so Mr. Helm began calling himself Levon.

In 1963, weary of Mr. Hawkins’s discipline, the five Hawks started their own bar-band career as Levon and the Hawks. The blues singer John Hammond Jr. heard them in Toronto and brought Mr. Robertson, Mr. Hudson and Mr. Helm into the studio in 1964 to back him on the album “So Many Roads.”

Bob Dylan had famously brought an electric band to the 1965 Newport Folk Festival, and after its members had made other commitments, he hired Mr. Robertson and Mr. Helm for a summer tour.

At their first rehearsals, Mr. Helm recalled, his reaction to Mr. Dylan was, “I couldn’t believe how many words this guy had in his music, or how he remembered them all.” Before playing their first show, at Forest Hills Tennis Stadium in Queens, Mr. Dylan told the band, “Just keep playing, no matter how weird it gets.”

They polarized the audience — those wanting to hear only Dylan’s folk music booed — and while a subsequent concert at the Hollywood Bowl was better received, another band member, the keyboardist Al Kooper, chose to leave. At that point Mr. Helm told Albert Grossman, Mr. Dylan’s manager, “Take us all, or don’t take anybody.” The Hawks became Mr. Dylan’s band.

They backed Mr. Dylan on a studio single, “Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?,” and toured with him through the fall, still getting booed. Mr. Helm quit the band late in 1965. “I wasn’t made to be booed,“ he wrote.

Mr. Dylan’s motorcycle accident in 1966 ended his touring with the Hawks. While he recuperated in Woodstock the Hawks, who were on retainer, rented a big pink house in a neighboring town, West Saugerties, for $125 a month. For most of 1967 the Hawks, with Mr. Manuel playing drums, worked five days a week on music: writing songs with and without Mr. Dylan, playing them at his home and at the house they called Big Pink, and recording them on a two-track tape recorder in the basement. Songs sent to Mr. Dylan’s publisher were soon bootlegged.

In the winter of 1967, the band summoned Mr. Helm to rejoin them. With Mr. Manuel on drums, Mr. Helm picked up mandolin, though he would soon return to drums.

Mr. Grossman got the Hawks their own recording contract with Capitol in February 1968, initially as the Crackers, a name Capitol didn’t like. There was no band name on the LP label or front cover of “Music From Big Pink,” the group’s debut album, which simply had a painting by Mr. Dylan as its cover. (The songs had been written at Big Pink but recorded in professional studios.) The LP label listed all the musicians’ names, while inside the double-fold cover the musicians were listed under the words “The Band.” “The name of the group is just our Christian names,” Mr. Robertson insisted in an interview. But the band became the Band.

Released on July 1, 1968, a year after the Beatles’ “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” “Music From Big Pink” was “rebelling against the rebellion,” Mr. Helm wrote. There were no elaborate studio confections, no psychedelic jams, no gimmicks; the music was stately and homespun, with a deliberately old-time tone behind the enigmatic lyrics. Sales were modest, but the album’s influence was huge, leading musicians like Eric Clapton and the Grateful Dead back toward concision. The Band was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994.

Adding to its mystique, the Band didn’t tour until 1969 because Mr. Danko broke his neck in an auto accident. It made its concert debut as the Band at Winterland in San Francisco in April 1969.

By then, the Band was well into recording its second album, simply titled “The Band,” which would include the group’s only Top 30 single, “Up on Cripple Creek.” The album was universally hailed, and the Band played a summer of huge pop festivals, backing Mr. Dylan at the Isle of Wight and performing in August at Woodstock. In 1970, Mr. Helm and the songwriter Libby Titus had a daughter, Amy Helm, now a member of the band Ollabelle; she survives him, along with his wife since 1981, the former Sandra Dodd, and two grandchildren.

The Band would never match its two initial masterpieces. By the time the group started recording its 1970 album, “Stage Fright,” members were drinking heavily and using heroin, and there were disputes over songwriting credits and publishing royalties, of which Mr. Robertson had by far the greatest share. The collaborative spirit of the first two albums was disappearing. But the Band’s career had momentum; it produced several more studio albums, toured internationally, and a live album, “Rock of Ages,” reached the Top 10 in 1972. In 1973, the Band, the Grateful Dead and the Allman Brothers were the triple bill for the Watkins Glen festival, which drew 600,000 people to upstate New York — larger than Woodstock. In 1974, the Band made an album with Mr. Dylan, “Planet Waves,” and toured with him. “The Basement Tapes,” a collection of songs with and without Mr. Dylan from the Big Pink era, was released in 1975.

In September 1976, Mr. Robertson decided to declare the end of the Band’s touring career with a grand finale: “The Last Waltz,” an all-star concert at Winterland on Thanksgiving 1976. Recorded for an album, it was also filmed by Martin Scorsese and released under the same title. Mr. Helm hated the film, believing that it glorified Mr. Robertson and slighted the rest of the Band. After “The Last Waltz,” the original Band lineup returned to the studio for one last album, the desultory “Islands,” which completed its Capitol contract.

Mr. Helm had already embarked on a solo career. He also branched out into acting, playing Loretta Lynn’s father in “Coal Miner’s Daughter” as well as roles in “The Right Stuff” and in a television movie with Jane Fonda, “The Dollmaker.”

But Mr. Helm wanted above all to be a working musician. In the early 1980s he toured with his fellow Band members, minus Mr. Robertson. They were on the road in 1986 when Mr. Manuel committed suicide at 42. But Mr. Helm, Mr. Danko and Mr. Hudson continued to work together as the Band, with additional musicians and songwriters, releasing three albums during the 1990s. Mr. Danko died in 1999 at 55. Meanwhile, Mr. Helm’s barn studio became a hub for musicians from Woodstock and beyond, often with Mr. Helm and Mr. Hudson sitting in. Mr. Helm, a heavy smoker, contracted throat cancer in the late 1990s, and for months he could not speak above a whisper. A tumor was removed from his vocal cords, and he underwent 28 radiation treatments. Medical bills threatened him with the loss of his home. Partly to raise money, he began hosting the Midnight Rambles at his barn in 2004. More house parties than concerts, they featured unannounced guest stars and a band of his own that delved into Americana as well as the Band catalog.

His voice strengthened, and the core of his Midnight Ramble bands became a touring and recording group; it performed in 2009 at the 40th anniversary of the Woodstock Festival on its site in Bethel, N.Y., although Mr. Helm was unable to sing that night. Mr. Helm’s 2007 and 2009 studio albums, “Dirt Farmer” and “Electric Dirt,” won Grammy Awards, as did his 2011 “Ramble at the Ryman,” recorded live in Nashville and broadcast on PBS.

Nearly to the end, Mr. Helm spent his life on the bandstand. “If it doesn’t come from your heart,” he wrote, “music just doesn’t work.”


http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/20/arts/music/levon-helm-drummer-and-singer-dies-at-71.html?_r=1&hpw


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
PostPosted: Fri April 20th, 2012, 11:56 GMT 

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Great tidbit from that Times obit -

"At their first rehearsals, Mr. Helm recalled, his reaction to Mr. Dylan was, “I couldn’t believe how many words this guy had in his music, or how he remembered them all.” Before playing their first show, at Forest Hills Tennis Stadium in Queens, Mr. Dylan told the band, “Just keep playing, no matter how weird it gets.”


Classic!


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
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RIP Levon. We've got your beat still in our ears ...


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 Post subject: Levon RIP
PostPosted: Fri April 20th, 2012, 14:01 GMT 

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I was so fortunate to see a Midnight Ramble a few years ago. It was the best concert I have ever been to. Though it was less concert and more of a musical get to together. Just the atmosphere. His place is tucked back in the woods of Woodstock. It took one back to what the old travelling carnivals must have been like. He shared his home with us. There was a pond and a few fished. People were enjoying the barbecue. There was an old white cadillac with I'm sure a lot of stories. And the music....pure joy jamming...unbelievable.
I remember at the end of the show we wandered down to see his drums and the tiny stage area. Beside his kit was a small wastebacket. In it to my joy a set list which I proudly have had framed. Thank you Levon God bless you, your family and The Band.


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
PostPosted: Fri April 20th, 2012, 14:10 GMT 

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Sad news. I just read about it.
RIP Levon


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
PostPosted: Fri April 20th, 2012, 14:48 GMT 
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That was a great obituary from The New York Times Chrome Horse. I know Robbie stole The Last Waltz, but I am still going to watch it this morning just so I can see and hear Levon. Love, Joanna P.S. I don't think the rest of the world realizes why Dylan fans are generally devastated or at least saddened by this news. The story and perhaps Dylan's career would never have been fully realized without The Band.


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
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R.I.P. Levon

I fell for your voice long before I fell for Bob's.

and i appreciate learning that yours was one of the few that would take a stand against his, when the time came for it.

and those albums you and the boys put out helped me get through several Mark Twain novels and the rest of whatever was on those summer book reading lists...

and...seeing you perform live again was recently added to my 'to do' list. Glad i was around last time you came to town with the Grateful Dead to see that show.

keep spinnin' those sticks...


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rip Levon
you had such beautiful talent


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
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'He was my bosom buddy friend to the end, one of the last true great spirits of my or any other generation. This is just so sad to talk about.' - Bob Dylan.

And the house idiot on the now-locked thread complained that this was an emotionally flat, lifeless and impersonal response. :roll:

RIP Levon Helm. A wonderful musician, with gentleness, gentility and kindness shining brightly out of those warm, soft Southern eyes.


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R.I.P. Levon ... thanks for the great music :cry:


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Thanks Raging and Benny, do you know who did that picture? It is a new morning; Levon is gone, but his presence is everywhere thanks to his family, friends, and fans. Long live the memory of Levon! :D Love, Joanna XOXO


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Troubadour64 wrote:
R.I.P. Levon

I fell for your voice long before I fell for Bob's.

and i appreciate learning that yours was one of the few that would take a stand against his, when the time came for it.

and those albums you and the boys put out helped me get through several Mark Twain novels and the rest of whatever was on those summer book reading lists...

and...seeing you perform live again was recently added to my 'to do' list. Glad i was around last time you came to town with the Grateful Dead to see that show.

keep spinnin' those sticks...


Lovely post Troub! I fell for his and the rest of The Band's voices long before Bob's also, but I never got to see them live. :( They all had such different characters and voices and I love Dickens in case you didn't know and they were and are truly characters out of a Dickens novel. Love, Joanna XOXO


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Here's another really nice piece about Levon:

Mysteries: Some thoughts on Levon Helm
Posted by Chris Morris on April 20, 2012 at 3:30pm

In its daily turning, life is a mystery. As listeners, many of us turn to music to explain that mystery. And at times, the music itself presents its own mysteries, exposing a deeper resonance in the art itself.

“Music From Big Pink” was a cipher when I first encountered it in 1968. I’d read about it in Rolling Stone – then about the only place a “serious” listener could read about contemporary music – and bought a copy at Discount Records on State Street in Madison, Wisconsin, where I was going to school.

I knew that the Chagall-like cover had been painted by Bob Dylan, and that the members of the Band, as they called themselves with such elegant (and proud!) simplicity, had backed up Dylan a couple of years before on his first electric sortie. But just about everything else about the record defied easy apprehension. The group’s sound was earthy, but swathed in some kind of sonic haze. At times, you couldn’t even tell what instruments were being played. Those first guitar chords on the album’s lead-off track “Tears of Rage” – fed through a Leslie amplifier, I would learn later – were a flummoxing shock to the system, and nearly everything that followed was similarly spectral. And the songs! Taking an apparent cue from Dylan, they weren’t conventional narratives – they were parables, homespun myths, sidelong epiphanies torn from a splintered American grain, full of effluences both backwoods and Biblical.

It sounded like there were three vocalists on the album. (There were four, actually – Robbie Robertson took a rare lead on “To Kingdom Come.”) One was dreamily ethereal, one wobbly and sometimes pleading, a third gritty and distinctly Southern in origin. It was that third singer who took most of the lead on “The Weight,” the song that became the first single off “Music From Big Pink” and a sing-along jukebox hit in Madtown. I couldn’t put names to faces or voices yet – it would be more than a year before I saw the Band in concert – but, gazing at Elliott Landy’s black-and-white photo of the group in the gatefold LP jacket, standing in a line before upstate New York hills as lush and rolling as an inviting woman’s hips, I decided that the bearded guy in the bowler and vest, second from the left, had to be the guy who sang “The Weight.” It just looked like that voice came out of that man’s mouth.

And I proved to be right. The guy was Levon Helm.

It was his Band: Levon had assembled the quintet, originally known as the Hawks, for his Arkansas homeboy Ronnie Hawkins, a rockabilly singer who had relocated himself and Helm to Toronto, where they enlisted the Canucks who would later comprise the rest of the group. Later I also learned that Helm had also once quit his Band, which had taken him for a namesake on a few singles recorded after they left Hawkins. Weary of being booed at Dylan’s tumultuous first electric dates, he’d packed it in and gone oil wildcatting in the Gulf of Mexico. Like someone in a Dylan song, working on a fishing boat right outside Delacroix.

But the prodigal son returned in 1967, and became their rhythmic turbine and their bawling, blue-shouting, sometimes diabolical co-lead singer. His drumming was punchy, unornamented, never showy, masterful in its authoritative swing. He could whack across a shuffle as solid as anyone from Chicago’s South Side. In the Band’s vocal ensemble, his brawny Razorback yawp supplied the group’s bottom, meshing sublimely with Richard Manuel’s tenor reveries and Rick Danko’s baritone parabolas; as a lead singer, he conveyed a rush of emotion – weariness, confusion, rage, priapic delight – with directness and unerring honesty.

And, befitting the man who sang “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down,” he actually did look -- as someone once wrote of the group as a whole -- like a man who had stepped off a Matthew Brady glass plate. When I saw him on stage for the first time in 1969 at Madison’s Dane County Coliseum, he was the visual center of the band. Anchored behind the drums, he cocked his head into the microphone and howled with goat-like glee, a sort of bushy satyr set alight with rock electricity. Although he was only 29 or so at that point, he’d been playing for more than a decade, and the heft – the Weight -- of that experience emanated from him. He was already…ancient.

I bought each succeeding Band album as it came out. I swiftly wore through my first copy of “The Band,” with its two indelible Helm showcases, the lusty “Up On Cripple Creek” and the heart-rending “Dixie,” which the drummer sang from the depths of his Southern soul. (It’s fitting that the last of his several film performances, which began just as appropriately with his role as Loretta Lynn’s father in “Coal Miner’s Daughter,” was as John Bell Hood, the Confederate hero of Gettysburg and Chickamauga.) Other outstanding performances followed: “The W.S. Walcott Medicine Show” from “Stage Fright,” the raunchy oldies “Ain’t Got No Home,” “I’m Ready,” and “The Promised Land” (plus the luscious outtake “Going Back to Memphis”) from “Moondog Matinee,” a knowing rendering of Dylan’s “When I Paint My Masterpiece” from “Cahoots,” and the lubricious, suitably Shakespearean “Ophelia” from “Northern Lights, Southern Cross.” Only with the belated official release of “The Basement Tapes” would I encounter one of my favorite Helm opuses: the howling, fear-filled “Yazoo Street Scandal” (actually recorded in '68 during the "Big Pink" sessions).

I witnessed Helm with the Band at a couple of memorable ‘70s shows. The first was at the Chicago Amphitheatre in 1974, on the second night of the group’s joint tour with Dylan. My friend Marc was one of the lucky few to win tickets to the gig through a mail-in lottery, and that evening he handed me my gifts: one ducat and an extremely powerful hit of windowpane acid that pinioned me to my seat. Helm, who hadn’t played a full set behind Dylan since 1965, was splendid that night. At the end of the show, as they had the night before, audience members signaled their adoration by lighting matches, and thousands of small pinpoints erupted in the crowd; to my LSD-intensified senses, it seemed that the temperature in the arena rose 100 degrees.

In 1976, I drove to Milwaukee to see the group, then on what proved to be their final tour before the “Last Waltz” show in San Francisco, at a huge outdoor gig at a now-forgotten venue. Levon drove them like a tub-thumping taskmaster that day. At the set’s end, the reticent Band refused to return for an encore until the assembled multitude stood on their chairs and screamed for 10 minutes. If I recall correctly, they sated the fans with a pungent version of Marvin Gaye’s “Don’t Do It,” with Helm’s shared lead leaping out of the mix. Hundreds danced in the aisles.

Much transpired – the breakup of the Band and its attendant acrimony between Robertson and Helm, acting, solo work, the act’s regrouping without their guitarist, Richard Manuel’s tragic suicide, the publication of Helm’s fire-spitting memoir “This Wheel’s On Fire” – before I got a chance to interview the drummer for Billboard in 1994. His book was then still new, and my story was to be a run-up to the Band’s induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.

On the phone, Levon Helm proved to be everything I could have asked for – straightforward, candid (sometimes bluntly so), warm, funny. Human. The wounds inflicted by Robertson’s decision to wrap up the Band in ’76 were still gaping. When I asked him if he would appear at the Hall of Fame ceremony to claim his statuette, he said, “They can just mail me mine,” and he added a dark, husky chuckle. It was like the infernal flip side of his lascivious “hee hee!” in “Up On Cripple Creek.”

Sadly, I never availed myself of the chance to see Levon after he returned to touring in the mid-2000s, after his initial battle with cancer stole his voice and kept him away from the mic. But his studio albums “Dirt Farmer” and “Electric Dirt” were the worthiest of latter-day efforts: soulful, roots-conscious, and, despite an instrument that had lost much to throat surgery, deftly sung. Possibly undervalued as a group member, given the ensemble nature of the Band’s achievements, he stepped out as a lion in winter.

The Band was greater than the sum of its gifted parts, but Levon Helm was the one who opened the door for many to its at first enigmatic heart, supplying the group’s pulse and its most spirited, extroverted vocal aspect. He was its elemental presence, and his voice tugged at the places within us that Richard Manuel and Rick Danko, whom he now joins, did not reach.

Now he’s embarked on his own great mystery. Wish he’d stuck around even longer. But, as they say down on the midway, at least we got to hear the Band.

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As someone who first heard Levon on record with John Hammond, and not with Bob, but then saw him with Bob, some of you may hopefully enjoy this:

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really, really sad news


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Hi Momma, I have talked to people who aren't TRUE Bob fans :lol: and they didn't seem very sad about Levon's death at all; it was just another celebrity death. I think if you know the whole Bob story and The Band story, it becomes so much sadder to read about. I am still sad and I think most of ER is still sad. I wish he could have stuck around a little longer. :( Love, Joanna XOXOX


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
PostPosted: Mon April 23rd, 2012, 09:12 GMT 

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haven't felt this a way since august '95,when Jerry shuffled off,Levon was the real deal,plain and simple,played out till he couldn't...no more.
the last of those beautiful voices of THE BAND


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
PostPosted: Mon April 23rd, 2012, 19:09 GMT 
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from bobdylan.com:

April 19, 2012

In response to Levon’s passing

He was my bosom buddy friend to the end, one of the last true great spirits of my or any other generation. This is just so sad to talk about. I still can remember the first day I met him and the last day I saw him. We go back pretty far and had been through some trials together. I'm going to miss him, as I'm sure a whole lot of others will too.


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 Post subject: Re: R.I.P. Levon
PostPosted: Mon April 23rd, 2012, 21:41 GMT 
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From Los Lobos' Louis Perez, on Levon

http://tothesublime.typepad.com/to_the_ ... -helm.html


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