reviews and comments on the 1996/97 Furthur Festival
The summer of 1996 rolled on, and again music fills the air. The melodies, the rhythms, the familiar lyrics catching your attention, the swirl of colors, the smiles on young and old, the old grooves settling in...so much the same, but - the inescapable fact - not the same.
How do you describe this new phase? Beyond the set lists, beyond the music, beyond the tour scene, lies a need to keep something alive in a world that becomes more and more artificial every year. But to create an environment that fosters freedom of the spirit and creativity requires planning and thought - and a lot of patience.
I have some comments on the following shows:
