Friday, December 19, 2014
Saturday, May 17, 2014
The cat is finally off my lap, so that's progress. Speaking of Progress, we've finished (marinara libation to FSM) mixing the new album _The_Minotaur_ and all that's left is mastering, artwork and manufacturing. Easy as rolling off a log (and then getting crushed by hundreds of other logs...). We're in a Jack-Bauer-like race against The Digital Clock to have something available for your sweaty hands by June, and Hope springs Eternal around here. Where's Chloe when I need her?
Speaking of Time Marching On, things aren't all that altered for HoJo Inc. Glenn is still wrestling Linux for IBM, Chris has moved further North, Peter has become a Gentleman of Leisure, Travis is now a Happily Married Man panning for Gold, and me: I'm Ed Mc'Mahon, Comedy Relief and eternal SideKick. Well, somebody has to say "whadda we do now, boss?" to keep the plot moving. The burden of a Real Job keeps me from the joy of driving 800 miles a day to sleep on the floor of the soundman's apartment, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make if it keeps me in Houston Jones.
Speaking of Houston Jones, in Side-Project-Land there's a fair amount of action. Houston ampersand Jones is a great way to focus in on Travis' voice and the lovely interplay between the 2 acoustic guitars. I'm especially happy to note that Springhouse featuring Chris and the increvable Jane Selkey is out and about, highlyhighly recommended. Myself and Kathleen have the Flying Salvias (featuring Peter Tucker) at Cafe Triese in Berkeley every 3rd Thu until the End of Time. And, as a Gentleman of Leisure Peter is At Large and Available for Irish Weddings, Biker runs, and Sundry Engagements where Percussion will Enhance your Musical Experience. Book Now!
Speaking of Books, the new Album (we olds like to call music collections Albums, in memory of the original Folios of 78RPM discs sold in photo album covers, even though music no longer rotates and photos live with music in The Cloud, so they have that in common again) is a mix of genres and styles beaten into shape on the Forge of Musical Experience. The Forge is the secret Ingredient we can't mention on the Internet that takes a 40's samba, a sea chanty, a country ballad, an NRBQ-based rave-up, and an R&B-styled explanation of how I met my wife into a coherent whole. But I must also give props to the mad skilz of Cookie Marenco, Galadriel of Acoustic Recording. She's a master (mistress? mastette? hmm...) at creating a natural soundscape that showcases the band in the best possible light.
If you found your way here you probably don't need a pointer to our home base on the InnerTubes but here it is anyway to check up on our schedule. We've got some interesting shows this summer, including the Little Fox Bar and Bar in Redwood City in June (but hey, there's a Grilled Cheese shop around the corner), our trip to See the Cowboys in July, and another Musical Mayhem Extravaganza at the Freight ampersand Salvage in Nov with Stevie Coyle, the Lost Dauphin of Folk. Houston Jones, the Pasty Pounders of Palpatating Polyrhythm, Making Musical Mayhem Mauling Mahler and Manhandling Mendelsshon. Hotcha!
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Well, its been about a year since this blog was touched (show me on the blog where the musician touched you), and I've got a cat high on drugs wearing a little space cone (stay away from those stiches) in my lap, so I've got some time to kill here. and there's some catching up to do. We (the editorial we, not the royal we) have been dutifully flogging the dolphin that is our musical muse in the meantime. Chris has been writing up a storm, and we've only gotten to a fraction of his new material. His move up to the Frozen North of the state of Jefferson has been less disruptive than I expected, but if he could get frequent flyer miles for driving on I5 he'd qualify for a business-class ticket on Virgin Galactic to the outskirts of infinity (down by the Methane Sea).
Travis has moved his base of operations to the outskirts of the Gold Country in preparation for his Golden Years (don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel), and Pater is pondering the possibility of transitioning from his communications empire (the mailroom at Laney College) to life as a gentleman thug. The wages of forgetting to die young are figuring out what to do with yourself. So far the rest of us are standing pat, though Glenn is back to being a wage slave for the International Business Machine corporation (hey, business machines are people too). He says the commute is murder, but the perks are good (he has his own mainframe in Poughkeepsie [I had to look that one up]).
In general, our Nefarious Plan for World Domination is proceeding at a rather leisurely pace. As Travis likes to say, 2020 is our breakout year (mark your iCalendars!). We seem to be doing our part in creating a Purple America by finding some new fans in some of the more ah, traditional corners of this great land of ours, specifically the Big Horn Music Festival in Buffalo WY and some shows in Lake Havasu AZ courtesy of our new buddy Dave Chambers, International Man of Mystery (and real estate agent). The cowboys and cowgirls of Buffalo are some of the kindest and most courteous people I have ever met, and boy do the citizens of Lake Havasu know how to party. As long as we don't try to re-start our book club discussion of Das Kapital we should be fine there. We're going back to both in fact (WY in July and AZ in Jan 2014). We're playing a balloon festival in AZ, I'm looking forward to seeing how Peter sets up his drums in the basket. This is not what we expected, but isn't that pretty much true of Life?
Finally, the real purpose of Life: hawking product!. Tomorrow we're at the Rancho Nicasio, conveniently enough in Nicasio. Mike says the reservations are filling up, so book yesterday. We have graduated to being allowed to play on stage, so that should be exciting. We've also almost finished a set of basic tracks for the new album, most of which you'll hear tomorrow. As a reward for both of you still reading, I'll let you in on a secret. We're bringing in a horn section for the show at the Freight & Salvage on June 1. I've got most of the charts done, and we have our first and only rehearsal on Wed at Glenn's house. Come on by and bring some newspaper for the horns to spit on. I'll be back once I get this cat off my lap.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Friday, October 14, 2011
Well, as Luna Schlosser said,
"longtimenosee, longtimenosee". I apologize for my absence, but it's supposed to make the heart grow fonder, right? (though my ex-girlfriends might have to be outliers in that thought experiment). In any case, here I am, and here we are. Hope you've been well, I've had this pain in all the diodes in my left side, but otherwise I'm OK.
Anyway, on to business. HJ has been hard at work cranking up the machine for our really big shew No 19 at the Freight and I think you're really going to like this picture. We're trying to figure out what to do with Joe Craven and Stevie Coyle (which feels a lot like asking yourself "what do I do with these" when she tosses you the keys).
But, we are professionals (according to the IRS) so soldier on we must. We'll think of something. In the meantime, we've got a handful of new songs we (hopefully) will be performing at the Freight for the 1st time, except for a dry run at our favorite country store with a full bar. Come by Sun Oct 16 and watch me make a bigger fool of myself than usual, since a bunch of the songs are mine (but don't you dare come south on Hwy 1 from 1/2 moon bay, or the pumpkins will eat you alive). Just because I can, here's everything you need to know for a rich and fulfilling life experience.
Let me leave you with something entertaining for a change of pace. Check out The Comics Curmudgeon when you get a chance. The funny papers are a lot darker than you might think.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
As you can tell from Chris' previous post (The $1000 Taco, which I highly recomment [the post, not the taco]) things got off to a rather theatrical start. But once we were all safely arrived in Hartford, the Jewel of the East, things settled down. We found a microbrew(so I was happy) sports bar(so Peter was happy) nearby that kept the 2 of us going with our respective needs. Chris, as is is wont, enjoyed the house-made root beer whilst cheering on the Red Sox to victory over the hated Yankees.
But, there was work to be done. First off to a little Universalist Unitiarian (henceforth UU) church where the congregation sang us under the table, then a hop to WWUH (91.3 on someone's dial) where our hostess with the mostest Susan Hansen flogged our upcoming show at the Concert In The Park in Ridgeway CT as hard as she could (thanks Susan, it felt good!).
And then, New York, just like I pictured it: skyscrapers and everything. We played Kenny's Castaways in the Village, a nice little joint famous for having bands in the 70's play there before they were famous(Aerosmith! The Smithereens! Steel Mill!!!). We got the coveted 7PM Monday slot graciously given up by the Disco Sticks, and thanks to Chris' relatives the audience barely outnumbered the band. Chris reported he saw someone had written on a wall in the neighbourhood the name "Lou Reed" and underneath it someone else had written "yawn..." (oh how sharper than a seprent's tooth is a thankless child...).
On to the aforementioned CITP! This went well, a good crowd and many happy children high on sugar spinning in front of the band. You may have seen the video Kathy took on our web site, reminded me of my own Brisbane Community Festival my wife and I usually play (Oct 1 noon, be there!).
Then on to Western New York. The Club Helsinki in Hudson is a great place to play. One of the partners, Cameron, from our times at Mama Hillybeans in Tehachapi CA has his C3 there which made Travis so happy, brought back memories of his days in a soul band in Germany (seriously, ask him about it sometime...). Then, Woodstock, which is pretty much a Ye Olde Mill Valley. We had a small but enthusiastic crowd at the Colony Cafe (enthusiastic enough that someone actually called the cops on us). More hippies than you can shake a Thai stick at.
Then, one of those routings that makes being On The Road entertaining. Over to Eastham Cape Cod to another UU chapel (over 100 years old, but holding up better than I will) then kazam back to Western New York to finish up at the Town Crier in Pawling NY. Phil the owner is a serious mensch. We got to have the gorgeous and sweet Carolann Solebello (formerly of Red Molly) open for us, and she graciously brought an audience to share with us. Thanks, Carolann, they were very tasty.
And there you have it. I left out a few things such as Benny, the Littlest Conga, in the name of the soul of wit. Ask us about it when you come by to see us sometime. Next time I'll cover our trip up to the Kate Wolf festival with that internation man of mystery, Stevie Coyle, which was more fun that should be legal. See ya in the funny papers. Oh, and the first few folk who knows where my post title comes from gets a copy of my new album _Everybody_Digs_Henry_Salvia_. My people.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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