Saturday, October 27, 2007


Tim O’Reilly, my buddy from the 1976 season at Dirty Jack’s theater, came to Denver on business last week and we were able to hook up for dinner and a long visit. It was the first time we’d seen each other since ’76, so we had a lot to talk about. Good thing, too, because we spent most of the time driving rather aimlessly around Denver, since my place is rather spare with no place for guests to sit. We talked and talked for hours as we wandered lost on the streets of the city.

Tim and I were members of the band at Dirty Jack’s in 1976, an eclectic (if not oddball) set of musicians that gelled magically to produce a kick-ass high-energy score for the show Paint Your Wagon. It was some of the best music I ever made.

Tim is still at it, composing, playing, and recording great music. He is embarking on a venture with his son – a student at the Berklee College of Music – to market their creations. I think that is wonderful in so many ways.

An odd thing… Tim and I did not talk much about Dirty Jack’s; mostly talking about our lives since. It fascinates me: the arc of our lives. There is a quality in all of us that drew us together 30 years ago at a funky theater in Jackson Hole. That quality still spins out in all our lives. What a long strange trip it’s been.

Thanks for hooking up with me in Denver, Tim. It was one helluva good time.

UPDATE: Tim has a website dedicated to his musical collaboration with his son. He is a brave lad, develping the site himself in native HTML (which he is just learning) so it is a work in progress. Go take a look and listen to the music. You will be impressed: Songwraith