It’s a real shame that the ticket sales for this gig were low because Arlo put on a great solo show.
Just him, an acoustic guitar and a moothy.
He played old and new songs and even a few of his Dad’s too which was cool but it was his stories which cracked everyone up.
Matter of fact stories about how he only really remembers arriving to play at Woodstock in 1969 and not much else for weeks.
Stories about Ramblin’ Jack Elliott and playing 12 string guitar on top of Leadbelly’s grave.
The stories about Leadbelly and his Dad were amazing actually.
My favourite one was about the time Woody Guthrie started to get ill and checked himself into a psychiatric ward in an attempt to find out what was up with him.
After a while the doctor said to Mrs. Guthrie:
“I’m afraid your Husband is not very well at all Mrs. Guthrie.
He has delusions of grandeur.
He believes that he’s a famous folk singer who has also penned a best selling book”.
Arlo went on to say that after a while,
His Mother went to the hospital to get Woody out but by that time he’d made friends with some of the patients and didn’t want to leave.
Apparently nobody in the hospital believed Woody was who he said he was!
One day a fellow patient approached Woody and said:
“I know who you are.
You’re Woody Guthrie.
You wrote the book “Bound For Glory” too”.
Woody goes: “You read my book?”
And the patient apparently went: “Nope. I ate it”.
Arlo Guthrie’s a great guitar player.
I never knew that.
Try and catch him if he plays in your town.
Did I mention that he likes to write poems to scare his children?