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2008
12/2/08
Steve Parish Intro
0:50
On the Road Again
7:46
Fair to Even Odds
7:32
Moonalice Legend
1:23
1952 Vincent Black Lightnin'
7:20
Crazy in Heaven
4:21
The Road to Here >
10:23
Somebody to Love
6:45
Moonalice Legend
1:50
Kick it Open
9:54
Blick of an Eye
7:43
Sugaree
13:09
FIN
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View NotesOther acts: New Riders of the Purple Sage, Ken Babbs & The Pranksters According to Moonalice legend, tribe members in Eugene walk like a duck. They talk like a duck. However, unlike most Ducks around here, Moonalice tribe members do not beat up on Beavers. After all Moonalice is a matriarchy. According to Moonalice legend, December 2nd is Stems & Seeds Day. Traditionally, it’s the day when the tribe cleans out the ol’ stash box to make room for freshly cured product from the new crop. As usual in the tribe, Stems & Seeds Day began by accident back on December 2, 1928. A ne’er-do-well bass player by the name of Blind Kumquat Moonalice was driving his Model T from St. Louis to Chicago with his bass and a trunk full of hemp buds. Blind Kumquat stubbornly refused to ask directions, which is dumb in any driver, but particularly so in a blind driver. He made a wrong turn, kept going for a week, and found himself right here in Eugene. By then, his trunk was empty. Not knowing where he was, Blind Kumquat parked the car and pulled out his bass. He played a few songs for the local Moonalice hippies, but the music was no better than his driving. After a few minutes, the hippies suggested a ceremonial smoke. Blind Kumquat smoked up a storm and wound up coughing his lungs out. He didn’t pass out until the hippies’ stash box was cleaned out. With lots of room for fresh herb and no more music from Blind Kumquat, the tribe declared a high holy day.