I haven’t quite left for the Wild West yet. I’m up at the country house and poking around New York for another few hours, stoking the fire and digesting fibrous vegetables.
Here we are, 39 years to the day, recorded live at Madison Square Garden– and my dad was there.
(I love this album cover. It’s probably the most sensation we’ve seen out of Charlie, ever.)
This photograph of my dad was taken the day after, November 28, 1969. Also pictured, Aunt Babs.