Allman Brothers Band
Red Rocks Amphitheatre
Morrison, CO
August 12, 2001
** 16 BIT **
Source: Neumann KM-140’s (ORTF) > Lunatec V2 > Tascam DA-P1 > DAT(m)
Transfer: DAT(m) > Sony PCM-R500 > S/PDIF > Tascam HD-P2 > CDWave > FLAC (16/44.1)
Mastering: .WAV > Sound Forge Pro 10.0a (boost mids and highs, minor edits, normalize, & add fades) > CDWav (tracking) > Trader’s Little Helper (level 5) > FLAC
Location: Row 10, ROC
Recorded by: Jeff Bowen, aka OldNeumanntapr, and Jack Hunt
Transfered by: Terry Watts
Mastered by: Dennis Orr
Tagging, Via xACT 2.53, And Front-Cover Artwork By OldNeumanntapr
Setlist:
- Tuning/Crowd/Intro
- Revival
- Statesboro Blues
- Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More
- The Same Thing
- Stormy Monday
- Who To Believe
- Dreams
- Rocking Horse
- Trouble No More
- Desdemona
- All Night Train
- I’ve Been Lovin’ You Too Long
- Midnight Rider
- Soulshine
- Jessica
- Encore Break
Encore:
- Mountain Jam
Gregg Allman – vocals & keyboards
Warren Haynes – vocals & guitars
Derek Trucks – guitars
Oteil Burbridge – bass
Butch Trucks – drums
Jaimoe – drums
Marc Quinones – percussion
OldNeumanntapr Notes-
This is one of two shows that I have recorded out of my home state of California, the other being Blue Oyster Cult in Utah on this very same trip. I flew to Salt Lake City and met up with my friend Jack, and we recorded Blue Oyster Cult at the Weber County Fair in Ogden, UT, before driving out to record the Allman Brothers Band in CO. I’d always wanted to see Red Rocks Amphitheatre after hearing stories about it for so many years. It’s a really cool place. We got there in the early afternoon after staying in a motel for the night in Wyoming en route from Utah. Red Rocks is a ‘park’ during the daylight hours so we were able to walk through it at see the complete amphitheatre. I had heard that from the upper part of the amphitheatre you can see lightning storms out over the valley below. Thanks to Kirk West, Jack was able to score a pair of backstage passes from the band that we used after the show. We both met Warren Haynes backstage after the show, which is actually ‘under’ the stage rather than behind, because of the natural rock formations that surround the amphitheatre. In addition to my taping gear, which the band had no problem with, I also brought in my old black-body Nikon FM. I had to hide the FM in the taping bag because the band would not allow cameras. So, I had Jack shoot photos during the show and I ran the recording gear, and I told him that if they threw him out for taking pictures at least I would be there to run the audio gear! However, when the time came for photos with Warren backstage after the show, the shot that I took of Jack and Warren was clear but the one that Jack took of Warren and me was blurry. I attribute that to the fact that Jack made several beer runs (for himself) during the show. (He claimed that he wasn’t good with available-light manual focus without a flash. The depth of field at f/2.0 is very shallow.) Likely excuse; He was drunk. Susan Tedeschi opened for the Allman Brothers, and we recorded both sets. We were lucky to claim a tenth row right-of-center position to record from. The sound was really good and I was fortunate to be able to use my friend Allen Chen’s Lunatec V2 microphone preamp. This was the first time that I saw the Allman Brothers do ’Mountain Jam’. We had a minor shock when we got back to the parking lots and found the rental car gone, but soon realized that it had been towed a short distance away and re-parked on the other side of a big rock outcropping. Not sure why. It took another day and a half to get back to Salt Lake City, after overnighting at the same motel in Wyoming. I stayed at Jack’s house just north of Salt Lake City for a week so I could ‘mine’ his DAT collection, and then I flew home. The flight from Phoenix to San Luis Obispo was almost a disaster because thick fog almost kept us from landing at the SLO airport. We made one or two attempts before the stewardess got on the radio and said that because of the fog there was a possibility that we would have to divert to Fresno. My girlfriend was waiting at the airport for me and I was not happy about the prospect of spending the night in Fresno. Fortunately, the third time was the charm and the pilot, whose name was ‘Captain Kirk’, brought us through the fog and we landed safely. Not quite a month later to the day the country would grieve over 9-11.
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