I have yet to see the grand ol’ troubadour-cat in concert. I know, I know, tick-tock. It’s a fulfillable dream. But we can listen to New Skin for the Old Ceremony on a perpetual loop anytime…and often enough do. This groovy French woman/neighbor/Buddhist from up the grapevine turned us on to LC so many years ago. I mean, I’d already heard his songs but I hadn’t HEARD them until listening to them with her and her herbal tea and well the moment was ripe for it to hit the spot … with the pine mountain pinescent in the air, the mountain lioness clandestine the nearby wood, winter wash breaking from some sixty-four hundred feet down to the foot of our back deck at some forty-five hundred or so feet and beyond into the bellows we only traveled rarely on foot but usually took the car or truck over the road some 2 hours to the city ... even though they say there's only actually ONE city in California