For this performance, Seeger was joined by his grandson Tao Rodriguez-Seeger; a very popular duo in those days. Seeger entered the theater early afternoon, perhaps a little slower and older, yet remarkably energetic. I offered him a beer, a tour of the theater; and he gladly accepted. I reminded him that I was once onboard his famous Hudson River boat in early '80s. He laughed and said, "Oh that wasn't my boat, it belonged to a friend and a friend of the cause…" After the tour, I offered him another beer and he declined saying, "That will put me to sleep…" Seeger signed a banjo, remarked on his trip and headed off before the show.
The show went on without a hitch; Seeger and his grandson's hilarious, and playful musical retorts were really simply wonderful, a craft of musical storytelling that has been honed and passed down over the years. At the end, Seeger was next joined by the rest of the evening's performers; a stage filled a combination of folk trios, police quartets and fiddlers; a wonderful cacophony of sound.
When the show I was over I stood next to Seeger and his grandson, told them everything went fine. They smiled, and then I noticed a commotion near the front of stage. There were older men and women of various colors, heights and sizes, all chanting, "Pete, Pete… Pete, Pete!" Seeger looked at us, smiled and bade us goodnight. Seeger soon made his way to the edge of stage, knelt down and was literally body-surfed to the floor. Tao looked at me and said, "There goes grandpa…" Indeed, Seeger disappeared in a flurry old friends and veterans of bygone battles.
Here is one of my favorite songs by Pete and Tao, "Guantanamera"...
